So This Is How It Should Feel
Matt never thought it was his thing, and old habits are hard to break. But can chance show the gruff Dobie that pleasure can be hiding where you least expect it?
So This is How it Should Feel
by
Gruffy
*
The first time Matt got a finger up his ass, he thought it felt like losing his virginity all over again, all those years ago, and caused him to dump a load of steaming hot Dobie cum into the fox's muzzle at a remarkable spraying velocity.
The Dobie stood there panting, wide-eyed and staring at the fox who looked back to him, a slightly slutty, if adoring look on his own long, white-stained muzzle. A pink tongue appeared and licked over his black lips, and the fox's tail swished against the floor, while he savored the submissive joy of bringing off such a big, buff, tall, huge male as Matt.
The little fox's finger was still pushed between Matt's springy firm ass cheeks, burrowed into the hole Matt had never touched besides when in the shower, and he'd never let any of his lays to touch him there either.
Not his thing. Fuck off. Get on all fours and let me see YOUR ass.
That's what he'd said.
"Hmmm yummy..." the fox murmured and smacked his cummy lips.
Matt took a deep breath and stared madly at his glistening cock, still rock hard and bobbing in front of him, knotted and all.
The little fox's finger slipped out of the clenching, only spit-polished pucker and Matt felt more empty than he could have ever imagined.
"What the fuck was that?" the big doggie grunted as he stared down at the rudely smirking fox.
The fox chuckled.
"Just helping you to blow faster, handsome," the fox winked. "Seems to have worked alright."
The fox's dark paw closed around Matt's firm shaft and gave it a squeeze.
"Hope it'll recharge quickly, too..." the fox murmured and leaned over to kiss the tip of Matt's straining shaft.
The Dobie, still shellshocked, couldn't thing of anything else to do but to grab the little fox by his armpits, drop him onto the bed onto his belly and dick him good.
*
Matt rolled around in bed for a whole hour, or so it felt, before he opened the nightstand, pulled out the tube of lube and squirted some onto his finger. He didn't think much of what he was doing, but the memory of blasting one of the biggest loads of his life was all too vivid in his seen it all, done it all mind. The idea of putting something in his ass didn't appeal to him, but the feeling...the sensation of pulsing electricity that had been brought on by the slutty fox's fingers...surely that was just an accident? Maybe he just was really good in giving head and it had made him feel as if he was exploding from the inside, not just from his cock...
The Dobie grunted to himself, cursed himself, and experimented.
He was rock hard the moment his fingertip touched his puckered anus, and dripping by the time he had grimaced and hissed and figured out how to push one digit into his tightly gripping tunnel. His breaths quickened, and Matt was sure as hell glad that nobody was witnessing the spectacle of the big Dobie sitting there, legs spread and ass propped up so that he could shove his thick fingers into his own goddamned tailhole of all places.
"Shit..."
Matt watched his hard cock throbbing, amazement in his eyes as he saw the pre drool freely from his tip and making a big stain over his sleeveless T he liked wearing to bed.
"Fucking hell!"
He couldn't help it. Matt grabbed onto his shaft and began to stroke himself off fast. Two of his fingers were still lodged in his ass, constantly squeezed down by his hidden muscles while he jerked off and tried not to moan.
He didn't want to moan. He was a big guy. He could grunt, but not moan, not when it came to having something in his ass. That was for those slutty tail raisers. He was the one doing the raising for them, before spreading those nicely buggerable cheeks.
"FFffffff..."
He bit his teeth own so hard it almost hurt when the cum sprayed from his twitching tip and painted an abstract pattern over his shirt. His balls burned, and the electric shocks coming from his rump continued for almost a minute before his hidden circular muscles finally stopped milking over his slick fingers, deep inside his forbidden territory.
Had he moaned?
Matt pulled out the fingers and gave the glistening digits a bewildered look. Had they really done what they just did? His rump felt itchy, and he wondered whether he'd managed to irritate it somehow, with the lube or something.
Or was it just his asshole's way of begging for more?
The Dobie snorted, looked down at the soggy mess of his shirt, and decided that he needed an extra warm shower.
*
This time he moaned.
Matt was lying on his side now, cum-soaked cock in one paw, the other between his legs, with his index and middle fingers firmly imbedded to the ribbed tunnel that existed beyond his lazily contracting pucker. He felt sweaty and hot all over, and wondered whether it was even healthy to feel this good.
"Fuck..."
Could it really be possible that the bottoms he'd fucked over the past twenty-something years of active homosexual debauchery had not been pretending when they'd begged him to fuck their asses harder because it felt so damn good? That's why they always moaned in porn so hard, too, and made those slutty demands for more cock, harder, deeper, and PLEASE DO IT NOW!
But Matt wasn't a bottom. He was a big hunk with enough muscles to make sure nobody would ever mistake him for someone who enjoyed getting it in the tail. He wasn't about to start begging for it, either.
Damn fox. Why'd he have to be so good at giving head that he hadn't even noticed that finger going where it did, and causing this damn dilemma to appear?
*
Well, it wouldn't hurt him, right? Not exactly...not with the right person, Matt thought as he stared at the phone.
Right.
"Wassup?"
"Randy, hey there!" the Dobie greeted his friend gruffly. "How're you?"
"Ain't complaining much, though I pulled something at the gym last night and now my calf's damn sore. Nothing a bit of ice won't help. No problem, heh."
"Heh. Are you busy tomorrow or doing anything special? There's a six pack with your name on three bottles if you're in."
"Hah! Do you think I have to even think about that, man?"
Matt scratched his sweaty belly.
"Well, you're welcome."
*
"Uhhh...Randy?" Matt panted.
The beefy Rottie kneeling between Matt's legs looked up at the Dobie, but did not let the thick cock slip away from between his worshipping lips. The quizzical eyes were quite enough.
Matt scratched behind the beefy hunk's ear and said the thing that he had been trying to put off until the final moment, and now he felt horny enough that he'd probably be unable to back off, even if he started to have another round of the persisting doubts that had teased him ever since he had invited his old fishing slash fuck buddy over for six beers and penetration, as was their norm.
"Why don't you do me this time, Randy?" the Dobie spoke in a voice as level as possible after a couple of beers and a lot of procrastination.
He could see the Rottie's ears perk up in surprise, and off went the muzzle too, leaving Matt's cock drip with spit and feeling oddly cool in the air onto which it now rudely sunk before slapping against the Dobie's furry belly.
"I thought I was doing you even now," the Rottie chuckled roughly.
So much nothing like the fox, Matt thought, as he took a deep breath and looked down to the kneeling handsome beefcake bastard again.
"I meant..." Matt started, and to his horror, found himself stopping.
The Rottie looked puzzled for a moment, still staring up to him quietly.
"Yeah? beer-smelling question was made.
Matt let out a deep rumble, shook his head, and forced himself to speak.
"I want you to fuck me this time, okay? No problem."
Now the Rottie's eyes widened.
"Huh?"
Matt grumbled and shrugged. He felt like he'd never had sex before, all sudden, and it was an especially puzzling feeling considering he had been banging Randy's hairy ass for over ten years now, at nearly a once a week regularity.
"Up the ass, Randy. My ass. Get it?"
Matt's dark look didn't go amiss to the Rottie, but after a while, a grin spread over the big doggie's muzzle. His tail was definitely wagging too.
"Well if you're sure..."
The Dobie grunted.
"Don't make me ask again."
The Rottie hunks moved over to the bed and put Matt's outrageous plan into action. The Dobie laid down onto his belly and wondered what was going to happen next. Odd, he thought, after fucking guys so many times, he hadn't given much thought to what it would involve for the one about to get it up the ass...or how it'd feel, for that respect.
The lustfully growling Rottie began to knead his ass cheeks.
"You sure got a nice tush, Matt," Randy rumbled.
"Knock it off," Matt grunted.
The muscular Rottie's muzzle sudden came down and his tongue began to lap over Mat's balls. The sensation was great, but nothing compared to what happened when the tongue slithered over to Matt's ass crack and went to town on his tailhole.
"HMPHP!"
He wouldn't moan, he wouldn't moan..
The Rottie's tongue played with his bud for minutes, it seemed, leaving everything hot and slick with copious saliva that was being produced at a good drooling flow by the eager male's hungry muzzle. That tongue was making a good job to make that same itch return, too, the one that demanded more attention, and more scratching, and of the deep kind, too.
Matt didn't bother to look behind himself when the Rottie's tongue regrettably disappeared, and the act of rimming was replaced by the telltale click of a bottle cap and the slick sounds of something being spread over skin Matt knew to be covering a nice, fat dick belonging to the Rottie. He didn't need to look to know what was going on with Randy's pride and joy, and he certainly wasn't going to look when those same slick fingers prodded at his pucker and tried to get in.
His cock sprang to even further hardness within moments of having his buddy play with his hole, and after a minute or so, he was sure that he might be blowing his load even before Randy got to filling him up with that big tool. The thought was both a regrettable one and a relief for the Dobie who was still unsure about this whole asshole business...
...but it all went away when the heavy Rottie eagerly mounted the Dobie'd upturned rump and pushed his warm, slick tip against Matt's opening.
The Dobie bit down his teeth and accepted it. He was going to get fucked, and he was going to like it, no matter what his macho mentality might be telling him. He knew it was going to feel good, the finger was just a beginning, and to have something much bigger plowing into him should make the pleasure grow exponentially too, yes? It hurt like shit, though, at the beginning, when the thick shaft spread him right open and bore into him, and deep.
The Rottie leaned over his catch and licked Matt's neck, just the way he liked to do when playing this side of the sexual field, and grunted hotly.
Matt grunted in reply and tried not to curse at the waves of pain flowing out of his not so virgin ass anymore. The Rottie's hot breaths washed over his neck.
"Hmmmmyeah..."
Randy soon began to shift his hips, to churn that thick shaft within Matt's tunnel, and to really show the Dobie what getting bred was all about. He'd done it a thousand times, but now he was on the receiving end, it and it was a whole new world for the Dobie, all too used to his old ways.
Matt bit the pillow and took the breathtaking thrusts as quietly as he could, and only allowed the occasional grunt. He'd told himself that he would not moan, and he wasn't about to start to.
He'd had a few buddies of this sort over the years, but choosing Randy for this grand event had been easy. He'd seen the Rottie do guys up the ass before, and he knew what Randy liked, and how he played. Nice and slow, he'd always tell anyone he was with, pat their speared rumps with his paw and do just what he'd said.
Nice and slow.
The Rottie's weight alone made it into a pounding, even if the rhythm was hardly fast. Heavy, thick thrusts that reached deep before he shifted, moved back, rubbed against everything inside Matt's guts and then went back in, accompanied by a lot of huffing and firm paws rubbing over Matt's sides and shoulders, wherever he could reach.
His own cock was damn hard, pressed between the mattress and the Dobie's churning stomach. The Rottie was taking him fully, in and out he went, and their balls pressed together and said hello, on each pass, with a good bump.
Just some more, Matt thought, when the sparks flew, and the cock inside him moved faster, and the huffs came with less regularity. The knot was making itself known too, with regular slams against his ass, trying to break into the Dobie's little used depths.
He knew he could not stop the Rottie anymore, and wouldn't even try.
Just bite the fillow.
FUCKFUCKFUKCFUCKFUKCFUCKFUCKFUCK
It hurt much more than Matt could have imagined, but it didn't last for long, and then he was in, and the jackrabbit phase began.
Matt never lasted long and Randy wasn't much different, either, and by the time his teeth closed against the Dobie's shoulder, he was already shooting.
Only when the heat flowed into Matt's bowels, he realized that his own belly was already slick. Was it pre? The scent told him otherwise.
He'd cummed from the sheer weight of the knot slamming into his body. He'd been taken, bred, marked and filled, and he'd enjoyed it so much that his body just couldn't take any more of it.
The realization brought heat to Matt's cheeks, something that almost never happened, and made him breathe irregularly and...
oh yes...
...he moaned.
*
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