Walking home with strangers
If you are underage b8, then you shouldn't be here.
Story and characters are property to Greatdane. Distribution is allowed as long as due credit is given.
Based on a true story
Damn, he had missed the last train. The next one didn't run until four hours later. Not that it surprised him though, he had made the choice to stay at the concert until after twelve, where he knew the last train would go. He found it annoying that had to wait four hours, but it wasn't that much of a bother for him, the concert had been so good that he could afford the wait. Not that anything had been exactly "good" at the concert, the concert-hall had been overfilled and under-airconditioned, the sound had been... earthly (which was the only adjective that Jasper could come up with that made any sense at all, without being too negative) and the band that he had come to see had been two-and-a-half hours late. But once it had started he had stopped caring, and instead just enjoying the concert. It had been litterally mind-blowing, standing in a foreign city, alone, watching his favorite band live, and letting go. He had thrown all his inhibitions away, and had screamed, yelled, sung along and stage-dived with the best of them. Looking at the 180 centimetre tall, 70 kg.'s anthro cocker-spaniel one wouldn't deem him to be a metal-head. Sure, his hair was a bit longer than most, and his clothes looked a bit thrashy, but in essense he reeked of innocence and calm. It was only people who knew him well that found out about the hardness beneath his soft appearance. But at the concert, with strangers all around him, and a litterally explosive atmosphere he had given himself slack, and had spent the next hour-and-a-.half going wild in the most orgasmic experience in his life, bar jerking off. He was even pretty sure that he had thrown some annoying skunk goth-punker around, who kept complaining about being pushed (didn't people understand the term "mosh-pit"?) he couldn't remember the goth's reaction, probably priceless . He gave himself a mental shrug, it was all kind of blurry, and beer and adrenalin had made his memory more than a little foggy.
Sitting on a random bench in a deserted train-station wasn't exactly the way he had intended to spend his night, but the late show-up of the band had forced him to choose. Of course he had chosen to watch the band, he had paid quite a lot of money on this trip, had even convinced his grand-mother to pay for half, so he could "get out", which was a phrase she was using more and more the older he was getting (the old woman was hoping for him to get some great grand-childen for her soon, and whenever their conversation steered in that direction he would tell her to knock it off, he would not get any children, not with the way things were looking out for him)
It was cold in there as well, a clear december sky heralded frost, and several escalators went into the womb of the station where the trains would begin to arrive and depart some hours later, letting up drafts of cold air from the outside. But Jasper was comfortable, he had on his warm clothes, and the residual alcohol and adrenalin in his bloodstream was doing a great effort to keep him warm. And he had a book to keep his mind occupied, a good one as well. He had spent ten minutes trying to decide which book he should take with him, and had chosen book one of four of his favorite sci-fi series. A mother of a book, but then again, it had to last him more than eight hours in train, and probably several more in waiting. But the way his mind kept spinning he had a hard time concentrating. With a sigh he snapped the book shut, only in the last second remembering to make a dog ear. Deprived reading his book, he now turned to something he generally disliked to do, sitting still and watching.
Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one to be inside the station, though no trains were going soon. The pther person, a guy, was sitting next to him, not that he felt enclosed in any way, the bench he sat on was more than wide enough to accomodate four people. Rather, he felt the opposite, being in the elated state of mind he was in he felt talktive, and the distance that was between the two was a barrier almost as thich as solid steel (Jasper had never prided himself for being outspoken, he was actually very shy around people he didn't know. Making the first move in any kind of social situation was almost taboo for him) But his drunkenness, combined with how talktive he was feeling, forced himself to make a move.
"So, are you also waiting for the first train in the morning?" he asked, letting thick sarcasm underline his point of how annoying he felt, despite trying not to be buggered by it.
The guy he had spoken to was a middle-age bear, twice Jasper's girth and approximately 190 centimetres tall, quite a physically imposing specimen of the furre race. Much like Jasper he was dressed in relaxed every-day clothes, a pair of jeans and a slightly dirty white t-shirt.
"No," the bear responded, in a voice as deep as Jasper had anticipated, just right for his frame, "Just got off from work."
"What are you doing in here? The last train went over an hour ago," Jasper stated
"I'm wating for my bus, it goes in ten minutes, but it's warmer in here than at the bus-stop, which is just outside."
Jasper nodded, the kind of excessive nod you made when you were slightly tipsy "Cool. Well I have to wait for four hours before my train comes in, pure luck, eh?"
The bear looked at him incredulously. "You serious? You know that they will throw you out in an half hour, they close the train station for the night, to avoid having drunks sleeping it off in here"
"What? Ahw man!" Leaning backwards Jasper closed his eyes and put his hands to his head. This was really putting a bad end on an otherwise awesome night. "Ah well," he said, after the more positive side of him kicked through, "I'll make do, at least it isn't raining I can just sit in a bus-shelter until they upen the station again."
The bear tilted his head a bit and looked intensely at Jasper. "You know, I have extra sleeping space, you could crash in my appartment."
"You serious man? I don't wanna inconvene you..."
"Look, you need a place to stay, and if we are to get the bus, then we need to go now." The bear got up and started walking towards the entrance, after taking a couple of steps, he turned around and gave Jasper a look he couldn't really disipher, "Coming?"
"Hell yeah! Just let me pack my stuff and let's get going."
All instincts were screaming at Jasper that he was doing something incredibly stupid, going home with a man he didn't even know... All the times he had been told not to go with strangers were flashing through his mind, but Jasper ignored the warnings. He had always deemed himself a good judge of people's natures, actually to the point where it was unerving, and the bear didn't radiate the feeling of "wrong" that that he had come to associate with people he didn't want to associate with, he smiled at the thought. Also, the guy was so much bigger than him that fear was pointless, if anything happened it would happen.
Besides, he thought, I wouldn't exactly mind if he were to make any advances on me. It's been far too long since last time I have been with someone. (Snd that last time had only been a jerk-off session with one of his friends)
Jasper had for a long time accepted himself as bisexual, not gay, for he could definately enjoy a woman's body, but being with someone of his own sex was a major turn-on. He had to stick a paw down his pants to adjust his member, which had hardened in a very uncomfortable angle.
To take his mind of the thoughts going on in it he asked the man, "So, what do you do for a living?"
"I work at my cousin's pizzaria. What about you?"
The young cocker-spaniel shrugged, "I study, high-school. Not that I know what I'm using it for..."
The bear gave him a look that he couldn't really decipher, was it some kind of pity?
"Anyways," he said, trying to get the attention away from himself, "what's your name?"
"Sami," the bear said without hesitation, "Yours?"
"Oh yeah, sorry! Jasper's the name." The bear suddenly stopped, and he realised that they had reached the bus-stop. "Which bus are we taking?"
"The that comes right there," the bear said, pointing at the bus that was driving towards them.
"Cool, we made it just in time." Jasper said, somewhat impressed with their luck.
Sami chuckled, a good-natured rumble, "I take this bus every day, I know when it comes."
They went into the bus, paid the money that were neccecary, and sat down. The ride passed without incident and after twenty minutes of driving they got off. Now they weren't in the middle of the city, with sky-scrapers and neon-signs everywhere, they had arrived at the public housing area of the city, and it looked grey and cold, with boring concrete buildings standing everywhere. Jasper had expected this, since a guy who worked a t a pizzaria couldn't make that much money.
After a three-minute walk they were at the entrance to Sami's appartment, which lay conviniently on first floor of the tall building it was located in (after an evening of headbanging and drinking, Jasper was quite happy that he didn't have to walk to the twelfth story)
"Come on in," Sami said, somewhat proudly. As he went in, Jasper noticed the smell of the kitchen, before realising that the room you went into from the hallway was a kitchen/foyer combination. In the opposite side of the room was the bathroom, and to his right was the door into what Jasper felt sure had to be the living room and bedroom combined.
"It's not much..." the bear began, but was interrupted by an enthutiastic Jasper, "No, this is nice, it looks like the kind of place I wanna get when I turn eighteen."
Sami smiled and showed the cocker-spaniel into the living room, where, just as Jasper had predicted, the was a big bed. The rest of the space was taken up by a low table and a couple of chairs. With a surprisingly big television on the opposite side of the chairs.
"I'm gonna get myself a glass of juice, you want something?"
Being a guest had always been hard on the cocker-spaniel, but he gladly accepted, he had been feeling quite dry.
After finishing his glass of orange juice in silence, sitting in one of the comfortable chairs, Jasper leaned back his head and yawned. The evening had taken it's toll on him, and he was getting quite tired. Besides, it was one in the morning, as good a time as any for a respectable guy to get some sleep.
The bear was sitting in the chair to his right and had turned on the television, and was at the moment zapping around the different channels. A sudden groaning cought Jaspers attention, the bear had found a channel which brought hard-core porn, and at the moment a hot tigress was riding a wolf, with slapping sounds and moaning following. Although finding it hot, he wasn't really in the mood of watching porn when in the same room as a guy he didn't even know. He cleared his throat.
"You like this?" asked the bear in a pretty neutral voice, as if he didn't care if they were to watch the late-night news or hard-core.
"Well," the young dog replied, "I like it, but I prefer to watch such... stuff alone."
The bear nodded, looked at the television for a couple of seconds more and turned it off, much to Jasper's pleasure.
"So, I guess that I'll sleep in one of these chairs..." not that the prospect pleased him, but it was better than sitting up all night in a freezing bus-shelter.
"No, we sleep on the bed."
Jasper's eyes widened at the notion of sharing the bed, but, with a couple of blankets both males' comfort zones would be satisfied.
"K-kay... Where's the other blanket?" Only one blanket was lying on the bed.
"We share," Sami said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
At this point Jasper was pretty much freaked out. Sharing the bed of a man he didn't know, a man who was at least twice his age. It was the most crazy thing he had ever done. But still, he didn't feel any malicious aura emnating from the big bear.
"Ok. Who will be lying closest to the wall?" asked the nervous canine.
"You will, then I won't push you off the bed while we sleep," the bear said with a grin.
Not wanting to insult the hospitality of his host, the young man started to undress, leaving him in only his black boxers and a t-shirt that was smelling rather strongly of sweat and beer. He went to his bag, and pulled out the spare t-shirt he had brought with him.
"I'll just go and change," he said, and went for the bathroom.
Once inside he closed the door and sat down on the toilet, using one hand to direct the stream of urine from his member, and the other to massage his temples. The whole thing just felt surreal, and he could feel his stomach fluttering with anxiety. Taking a deep sigh, he wiped with toilet paper and went to the zink. With the mirror hanging above it he was able to look at himself while he changed from his sweat-soaked t-shirt which had a motive of another one of his favorite bands into the clean red t-shirt which he had always felt was one of his best. It was made of some kind of fabric that simply felt nice and hugged his body much tighter, showing off his quite good figure, and going well with the brown and white markings that covered his fur.
With another deep sigh Jasper looked himself in the eyes. Changing clothes had made him just a little less nervous, but his normally light-blue eyes still had that greyish tinge to them, which they always got when he was anxious, or feeling strongly about something. Right above his eyes was a brown patch of fur enclosed by white fur, so it looked like he had a brown spot in the middle of his face. It was perhaps his most distinguishing feature, and he felt that it added character to his otherwise anonymous face.
He washed his hands, and drank some water directly from tap, it tasted funny, kind of like water from a swimming pool. Then he remembered that the city he was in got its water from surface sources, whereas the water in his home city was pumped up from the underground, which simply made it taste better, since it didn't have to go through the same treatment as surface water.
When he came into the living/bedroom again the bear had also undressed, he was also wearing boxers, though his were white, and he had kept on his slightly dirty white t-shirt. Jasper couldn't help but notice the bulge in the bears underwear, he was hung. The young cocker-spaniel quickly looked away before he was noticed and proceded to the bed. It was a soft bed, and it was big, so there was more than enough space for both of them. But they would have to share one single blanket... Jasper feared that his back would get rather cold during the night. He got under the blacket and snuggled in, waiting for the bear, who had gone to the bathroom hilself.
The toilet flushed and after the water being turned on briefly Sami came into the living/bedroom. He lifted up in the blanket and a brief tug-of-war ensured after which they ended up with roughly their fair share of the blanket each. The bear positioned himself so that he had his back to Jasper, and when they both lay on their sides there was actually blanket enough, depending on how close they would lie to each other.
The bear's breathing quickly slowed down, and Jasper was convinced that he had fallen asleep. The cocker spaniel, though, had never been able to fall asleep quickly, so he was just lying there, with his front turned towards the more-than-ordinarily haired back of his host. He had been worried that, even with his change of t-shirt, he would smell too strongly of sweat, but the thick, maskuline scent of the bear was litterally drowning his sense of smell. It wasn't that the bear was smelling bad, but it was obvious from his scent that he was a working man, and it didn't smell wet either, as Jasper was used to, no it smelled dry, which he kept telling himself was probably because the bear was working with pizzas, and was probably in a very hot and dry enviroment all day.
After half an hour of not falling asleep he was beginning to feel a slight panic. He had twisted and turned a couple of times, trying to find a more comfortable spot, but he had found it impossible to fall asleep. Even when he turned away from the bear, so they were back-to-back, he couldn't fall asleep, the blanket simply didn't cover him properly, and he didn't have the source of warmth that the bear was. So he had turned around again. But now a different problem had surfaced, he had become erect, in the morning-wood kind of way, so he knew that it wouldn't dissapear on its own. But he couldn't start fapping, so he was just lying there, staring desprately into the back of the big bear. Also, trying to move around, under a blanket, where he had less than ten centimetres of free space, was proving more difficult than he would have ever thought. Not only that, but he was bumping his erection against the backside of the bear from time to time, which he simply didn't want to happen. Waking up someone who have given you shelter with an erection against his ass wasn't really the way Jasper wanted things to end.
Then something strange happened, this time the dog didn't bump up against the bear, it was the bear who bumped up against him. His heart was racing and he was lying as still as he was able to, then the bear humped against him again. And again. And again. When it happened the fifth time, Jasper pressed his middle section forward, bumping the tent in his boxers against the backside of Sami's. This strange humping game went on for several minutes until the bear reached backwards with his hand to grasp Jasper's erection through his boxers. To the horny cocker spaniel it seemed like time slowed down, though it was dark, enough light from the street came in through the one window in the living/bedroom for him to easily see what was going on. He tensed his body when he saw the big, brown-furred paw reach down and grasp him.
Jasper moaned, almost inaudibly.
The bear was simply holding fast, slowly relieving his pressure and tightening his fist again. Each time that fist would tighten, the young dog would gasp out in pleasure. Not wanting to hoard up on the pleasure the one being serviced tried to reach up and over the big bears body, and he was able to touch the erection in the bear's boxers when he stretched. This kept going for what seemed hours, but was probably less than ten minutes, until the bear turned around so they were face-to-face. Now Jasper had much easier access to the bear's groin, which he used to get two paws in, one gently massaging the two big orbs between legs of the bear, the other caressing the (as he had seen before) rather large erection, the bear was huffing and grunting each time the dog found a hotspot. Sami was giving back what he was recieving, rubbing the erect canine. Then his hand went down to grasp the balls of the young man.
Jasper whined, loudly.
The bear's hand quickly withdrew. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice concerned.
"N-no, it felt good. So goo-" then the dog whimpered again as the bear returned with a vengeance, both hands groping his private parts. He couldn't even concentrate on giving back the pleasure, he just lay there, groaning as the bear fondled his balls, and rubbed his erection. After doing this for a while, the bear stopped and started to take of his t-shirt, Jasper was quick to follow, throwing his t-shirt over the bear and onto the floor, quickly followed by his boxers. Somehow, during their groping, the blanket had been pushed to the bottom of the bed, so both there bodies could be seen in all their glory. The bear's brown fur was just as thick and coarse-looking as he had thought, and the very erect cock was big, no other word could describe it. He had personally always thought himself as averagely hung, with his cock being 14 centimetres long, and three-four centimetres in thickness, but the bear's... It was at least twenty centimetres long and more than three times thicker than Jasper's. He started to pant with lust, he wanted that cock, and he wanted it badly.
They began to gently massaging each others' members again. From time to time the bear would, almost playfully, reach down and grasp the dog's sack, getting a loud moan out of his action every time.
After slowly jerking off that wonderfull, big cock, he couldn't take it anymore. He started to slither horisontally down the bear, kissing and licking the belly-fur on his way down. When he finally came down to the groin he didn't immediately start sucking, no, that would be way too fast and direct considering the speed things had had so far. Instead he blowed hot air down on the erection and buried his face in the crotch of the bear, sniffing in the thick smell of man, letting his tongue slip in under the balls. He then withdrew his tongue with a loud slurp, to the great pleasure of the bear. He did this a couple of times, before letting his head go lower still, and started licking and sucking on the inside of the massive thighs. The young dog would let his tongue dance up and down the thigh, once in a while coming up and licking the underside of the bear's scrotum. He could hear that Sami's breathing was becoming more laboured, and when he looked directly at the massive cock in front of his head he could see a clear droplet of fluid, knowing it to be pre-cum, he intensified his licking until his tongue felt tired. That was when he took a lo(ooo)ng lick up the bear's shaft before engulfing the tip in his mouth.
Now it was the bear's turn to groan.
"Ahh, that's more like it," were the words that rewarded Jasper for his effort. He was quite new to cock-sucking, actually a virgin up until a few seconds ago, so he started out slow, by simply bobbing his head up and down (treating it like a lollipop was an expression he had heard many times before) and sucking. He felt more than saw the bear's paws as they came down, perhaps to encourage him, but when he forced the massive erection even longer into his mouth, the paws simply fell to the bed, clutching at the sheets in pleasure. Now that he had found the technique he started playing around a bit more, bobbing his head up and down, while letting his tongue caress the cock-tip. He had to admit, though, that he couldn't take the entire erection in his mouth, and using his tongue for anything was only possible when he had the first seven centimetres unside his mouth, and he couldn't even get the cock that much further in without gagging. But it didn't seem to matter for the bear, who was simply clutching at the sheets, as if they where the only thing that prevented him from falling upwards. Now that Sami was moaning periodically Jasper felt that he had to take it up a notch. He started fondling the larger male's balls, and they litterally felt as if they were going to explode. At the same time he let his other hand grasp the lower part of the shaft, so that the bear would (to an extent) get the feeling the he was getting a deep-throat (Jasper had once seen this in some silly sexual education program, and he didn't want to neglect the knowledge). They were still lying on their sides, and now the one of the massive legs went over his head and settled in the crook between his neck and his shoulder. Humping, first very slowly, then getting up to speed was Jasper's sign that Sami was reaching his climax. Thus he was ready when he felt that deliciously thick member in his mouth starting to spasm, with a large amount of thick cum following. He didn't keep track of how many times the cock in his mouth convulsed, maybe ten times all in all. The taste of it was nothing less than spectacular, thick, musky and sweet all at the same time. The cocker spaniel had been drinking his own cum for a long time, actually since he was thirteen, so the thought of it didn't freak him out.
He swallowed.
Each and every drop of it, he swallowed. Damn, it was the hottest thing he had ever done, he almost came from the mental stimulation alone. When the flood of cum had stopped he withdrew his head, and licked deliberately up and down the shaft a couple of times more, before crawling up and snuggling in close to the bear.
For a long time they just lay there, panting with exhaustion. The bear had draped his arm around Jasper and the young furre had never felt safer in his life. Later he would often ponder upon the fact that the embrace of a total stranger had made him feel so safe, but he would always give himself a mental shrug, it didn't matter. Fact was fact, and he knew how he had felt. It actually seemed that he was more exhausted than the big man hugging him, for he soon felt a hand on his member that stroked him softly and slow. He let one of his hands reach down to give the bear the same treatment, and for the longest time they just lied there, quietly and comfortably stroking each other with movements that almost could be called caresses. Then he pulled away, and started to get out of bed.
"I need to use the bathroom," he said, not embarassed at all, which he would have been just an hour ago. Giving a blowjob does take away one's reservations.
When he came out from the bathroom he took a quick check of the kitchen, and yes! Right there was a bottle of olive oil, he was going to feel that enormous cock inside him, no matter what. He took down the bottle and walked into the living/bedroom, though walking wasn't enough to describe the spring to his steps and the seductive swaying of his hips. Horny enough, even the most boring guy could walk like a slut.
"I brought something."
At first the bear looked completely confused, but when Jasper started to drip the oil onto his hands and applying them on the big member the confusion cleared from his face.
"Are you sure you want to?" he rumbled, sounding almost as concerned as a parent.
Jasper looked him in the eyes, and nodded. Had he been able to look himself in the mirror he would have noticed that his eyes had turned to a deep shade of grey which he had never seen before. His eyes reflected his lust.
"You have to get up. You must to take me from behind."
The bear got off the bed as Jasper climbed onto it on all fours, swishing up his tail, revealing his ass-hole. The big furre had taken the bottle of oil and had applied a large amount on his cock, which litterally glistened. He then dripped some oil on his index finger and touched down on the canine's pucker.
He gasped in pleasure as the finger slowly went in. The bear pushed it all the way in and out again, then inserted it once more. Keeping a steady, yet slow rhytm Jasper was fingered. In and out again and again. He had played with himself many times before, even inserting phallic objects (actually, he had a couple of deodorant cans which filled in just that purpose standing in his room) but nothing could compare to being fingered by some one else. The digit was much warmer than he had thought it would be, and from time to time it would nudge his prostate making him moan in pleasure. As he had the free time to do so now, he was pawing himself off slowly, ever so slowly, since he didn't want to come prematurely. Then something wonderful happened, a second digit was applied.
This time he squealed like a mouse.
The pleasure simply couldn't be explained in words. Where as the one digit before had been good, this was even better. It also seemed as if the bear had picked up the cue, because now he was hitting the prostate almost everytime he pushed in. When the bear thought he had had enough he inserted the third finger.
Now Jasper was almost in heaven.
Surges of pleasure were coursing through his body now, the anal stimulation was almost too much to handle. He had long ago stopped touching himself, since the slightest touch would send him over the edge, so he was simple hanging there, suspended, in the moment which come just before climax, yet he never got any further. It was the most intense experience in his life, almost coming, but not. And he needed more, he needed it all.
"P-please, give it to me. I need it. Now!"
He almost whimpered at the confession, but it was true, he had never needed anything more in his life. He needed that big, thick cock.
Sami just grunted and pulled out his fingers, and Jasper groaned, the sound going up a notch as he could feel the big member at his entrance. He relaxed his abdominal muscles. The entire world pivoted on this moment.
"Now..." he whispered. The bear heard him, and pushed forward in a gentle motion which still pulled all the air out of Jasper's lungs.
Had he been a believer, Jasper would have sworn that he reached nirvana.
As the big cock slowly pushed its way into him, his groan of pleasure intensified. The bear had lubed him up and stretched him so well that it had no trouble at all entering his body. He marveled at the feel of it getting further and further into him. He then realised that he could feel the backside of the bear.
"You ok?" Were the words that the bear was able to get off his lips, Jasper wasn't the only one in a lot of bliss.
"Uh-huh. Do it again. Please."
With not another word the bear pulled out, slowly. Having the big cock taken out of him felt just as good as having it pushed in, yet the feelings were not at all the same. He marveled at the sensation as the head came out of his hole with a wet "pop!" Then marveled some more as it went in again the next heartbeat.
Now the bear was fucking him, pulling in and out, yet it was still slow. And that was the way they both liked it. The big cock was buried deeply inside him when he felt the big paws on his arms, spurring him to relax the tension in them. Sami gently guided him down until he was litterally lying on top of him, almost choking him with his weight. He then rolled over on his side, spooning with Jasper. Being moved around with a cock buried inside you is an experience which can unsettle many, but not him, he had loved the feeling as it had pressured against spots that hadn't been touched prior, pleasure zones he didn't even know he had. Or rather, hadn't known.
For a while they just lay there, both panting with pleasure. Impressively, the bear hadn't deflated at all, his member was still as thick and hard as it had been when it had entered Jasper.
Now it was his turn to be the active one, he started to gyrate his hips, moving the cock inside him around. Next he started to move horizontally, which was the direction he needed to move if he wanted to feel that utterly fantastic cock go to and fro inside him. He then agled his movements a bit, and the next few seconds where used to simply gasp, as he moved so that the cock grinded slowly against his prostatem while simultainiously massaging his own cock. Once again he was coming very close to orgasm, so he stopped. The bear still appeared content to lie still and enjoy the movements of the dog he was buried in.
After a few moments of clearing his head, and getting rid of the surges of orgasm, he began to move his hips around again, then in the horisontal way that pulled and pushed the cock outside and inside him again.
Sami appeared to live up again and soon Jasper could feel the big bear counter-pushing whenever he went down on the cock, again and again impaling him. They both picked up their paces, and were both panting with exhaustion, with the cocker spaniel whining with the pleasure of being fucked as well. He now allowed himself to feel the full pleasure he was experincing, groaning with pleasure everytime that thick cock was pushed deeply into him, and whining when it was pulled out again. The huffs and puffs from behind told him that Sami was reaching his climax, and so Jasper started to paw himself off again (though it was a bit difficult, with all the movement going on)
He came just a second before the big bear did, so the involuntary clenching of his muscles simply drove the ursine over the edge, coming in loads. For a moment Jasper couldn't actually hear, or see anything. He could only feel that powerful orgasm that was rocking through him. Through his hyper-sensitive hole he could feel the bear tense up again and again, he lost count after ten. They lied still for several minutes. Then the bear enveloped the dog in a warm, tight hug.
Connected like this they both fell asleep.