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The Simple Things

Chapter Eleven

By Roofles

The room was dark, dank and musky from the feral dog panting hotly over me, muzzle deep between my legs. I was flushed, covering my mouth as I breathed heavier and heavier as that thick tongue lapped up and over me once more. Richard kept one of my legs lifted high, keeping the other open with a strong paw as he enjoyed himself, surely even more than I.

Richard gripped tightened on my leg making me wince at the pressure; both at it and the cold damp bumpy nose of the dog burrowing his snout between my legs. A smoldering breath washed over my bare self once more making me shudder in delight, sweat trickling from my brow at this point. A soggy damp tongue slurped up and over my sack, nestling a ball on it as that maw sealed itself around it. Richard gave a soft tug as he did so.

Managing to stifle a groan, I watched the whole seen with a mixture of horror delight as Richard bared his fangs with closed eyes. He was far more contained with himself than I both feared and hoped the eager dog would be. Every lick, sniff and nuzzle was done with predetermined care and thought put into them rather than letting the wild animal lust take over. I wasn't much the same as the heat of moment made my brain all but shut down at this point, fogged over in a veil of lust.

And though that muzzle worried me, I couldn't contain a moan as that muzzle slurped free of me for only a second as if to take a moment of respite, and only then to slide my whole rigid self deep into it's humid embrace. Those thin black lips sealed themselves around the very, respectfully large I might add, base and entrapped my decent seven n' half incher (on a good day) inside. And this was a very good day.

Richard kept his eyes closed as he suckled, licking and lapping over myself, covering every inch of my length in dog slobber. Thick tendrils of the stuff drooled from the end of the hungry maw and over my groin. It was the least of my concerns at that moment as the dog salivated and I began to leak as well.

Where Richard lacked in suction he made up for, five times over, with that tongue. Thick, broad and every press of it underneath, around, against or all the above on myself made me jerk and squirm and groan between my teeth. It easily encased my whole length as it curled up around it, the whole thing giving me a tug. I squirmed once more as with a single pull of his tongue made my whole body jerk forward. The very thing was sweltering hot to the touch and it only added to the unsurpassed pleasure rippling up through my body.

"Richard," I managed to warn with a groan. He just replied gripping my ass so tightly with both hands I could barely finish my sentence. "I'm about to..." I manged to squeak as he pulled again, slurping over my head, roughly down and along the underside. Richard turned his head slightly with the motion. His very snout pressing against my curls. And the dog took a slow, shaking breath of me. Letting a low, satisfied groan out after. The vibration echoed through his throat and inside his steaming muzzle and all over my shaft putting any sort or kind of vibrator to shame. It was enough.

Not exactly one to last long as it was, this dog knew every spot to sniff and lick to get my toes curling. I gripped the sheets, whole body tightening and tensing as the somewhat anti-climatic flow rose and boiled and burst inside my body; that erupted and flowed out of me in sticky hot ribbons of man love on to that steaming tongue. Richard cradled every drop and patiently waited for me to finish; took longer than I had ever done before that was for sure.

I covered my face a bit more as I breathed hotly with my finish and groaned low and deep as Richard licked and nursed my groin once I had stopped shooting. I continued to dribble onto that licking tongue. Rolling my tender sack with one hand now and coaxing every drop from its depths still with closed eyes. Every now and then he took a slow deep breath of me that made me, in itself, shudder.

"Oh, Richie." I said with a flushed smirk looking down at him. His ears jumped to attention and his tail wagged at that. I gave a tug, trying to get myself free of that ever teasing tongue. Each lick made me squirm even more and wince sharply in a pleasurable pain. I was getting tender and raw at this point. Richard didn't even let go as he rolled my release around in his muzzle as if to make sure to taste every drop of it. I watched the scene with an amused delight and scratched the back of his head, behind an ear and in turn humped into his muzzle.

Finally with a massive gulping slurp pulled off of me as he swallowed loudly, lifting his head up and giving me a clear view of his bulging throat as he consumed my release. I flushed a bit more, that might've been due to the heat and ended up swallowing myself at the sight.

Richard opened his muzzle and I assumed he'd let out a sigh of exhilarated bliss. Instead he just burped. It had the same effect on me. I chuckled lightly, taking a slow deep breath to calm my nerves and rested back a bit more on the propped pillows I had arranged while Richard had been taking my cloths off. I continued to rub the back of his head.

Richard rubbed his gut some more. "Oh, I really shouldn't have had that second helping of man." He teased giving me a wink. He moved up and over me in a slow crawl before tilting his head to one side and pressing those warm velvety soft lips down against my own. One arm wrapped around my back as the other propped himself up; his legs rested outside my own and his full groin pressed against mine as if to comfort it from the abuse it had been received. It was better than any hot pack, that was for sure.

Richard pressed more against me and opened his muzzle, I did the same and was waiting for that tongue to slide inside but got my bottom lip bit softly instead. Richard growled lightly as he pulled on it before letting go, lowing his head down and rubbing it against the side of my face with a loving nuzzle. His fingers tightened on my back as he took a moment to just hold me and let out a shaking, breath and wag of his tail.

"Oh, Alexie," He murmurred, teasingly so. I gave him a playful shove at that. And he in turn just plopped himself ontop of me. I groaned under the weight and tried to get the heavy, musky male off me. I only ended up gripping and holding his back tighter as he growled and rubbed his thick, furry naked body over me.

"Oh, shut your face." I grumbled back. He rose up a bit at that, quirked an eyebrow and then got on all fours, scooted forward a bit and sat himself on my chest, using his knees to keep his full weight off me. He bent down and rubbed the side of my face with a paw as he moved his groin towards it slowly.

"Better yet," he murred deeply, the corners of that black lip muzzle pulling up in a wide grin. "How about you shut your face on something." And with that rubbed his full sheath against the other side of my face. It was warm, to say the least. And that already strong musk made my nose wrinkle.

His large sack rested on my chin, one orb rolling off to the side of my cheek as he massaged my whole face against his groin. My nose pressed against the slightly damp fur of his groin as he continued to rub one hand on the cheek and his sheath on the other. He growled low and deep as his lips pulled up to bare his teeth.

"You do look so damn good there." Richard slapped a tongue on one of his cheeks and licked his way to the other. It slurped back into his muzzle and he swallowed once more, tasting my aftermath seemingly so from that glint in his eyes.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I managed to say around the sack covering my chin. I could taste it on my lips, slightly salty.

"Ok." Richard just smile broadly and moved forward as if to grab something and only pressed his groin fully against my face. I closed my eyes as it pressed against me and blinked several times as it eased up, I could feel the musk clinging to my face. I'd be taking a very long shower after this.

Richard was about to say something, this was right before I gripped his ass and bit the very base of his sheath. I blame the fever lust that's taken over my mind for that, the fact he was rubbing it in my face and that the only breath I could take was that of a horny musky dog. He actually let out a soft "meep" and folded his ears, eyes widening slightly and his grin growing ever larger as I chewed the thick base of his plump sheath.

His sheath was soft, squishy and tender between my teeth. That bulge inside was thick, solid and firm. I could feel the knot forming in my mouth as I suckled on the very base of it, feel that raw heat of his groin against my cheeks. The expanding knot made my jaw ache slightly as I chewed on it, playing with it just with my teeth and watching Richard squirm this time around. I took a slow, rough lick over it.

The chocolate labrador groaned loudly, unashamed or uncaring if anyone heard as he grunted deeply. His dull nails gripped one of the pillows tightly and the other hand held my head with an even stronger grip. Richard, subtly, shoved my face against his thickening sheath. And I could see from the corner of my eye the end gaping open as it breathed out the first sliver of his rigid shaft. Richard just bowed his head with a low murr and gave a single hump against my face.

I took the hint.

Squirming enough, I managed to get my face directly above that opening and sealed my lips around it. Giving a firm suck made the dog grunt again and hump forward, more of that tip spilled for and onto my tongue. And it was then I tasted him for the very first time. A strong bitter, salty broth dolloped onto my tongue with the first drop of pre that'd last through this whole session.

More of his filling shaft spilled out into my mouth and along my tongue. I could trace the veins if I so chose too. Instead I just gave another strong slurping suck, guiding more of him in and got rewarded with a sputtering half hump. I swallowed. So Richard humped again. And again.

A slow steady rock as more of him slipped into my mouth and out of his sheath. Every hump ended with a slight sputter of pre on the back of my tongue. Richard kept a hand on the back of my head the whole time as he slowly, rocked himself back and forth face fucking me.

I kept my eyes closed throughout the task focusing on trying to keep my jaw from snapping as I opened as wide as I could half way through. The tip slid to the back of my throat and, having to angle myself a bit, down it. I offered another swallow and I could feel Richard body shake from that as he groaned, hugging my head now against his groin with both hands.

I forgot how flexible Richard could be as he bowed a bit more and I felt his gut resting on the top of my head as he hugged me further against him and slid his whole length into me. My lips were kissing his full knot, and even if I wanted too, I doubted I could manage to fit it between my teeth. So I just wrapped a hand around it and gave it a squeezing twist.

Richard responded in kind and groaned deeply between his teeth, panting now as he leaked even more and began to quicken his pace. Length sliding up and down my bulging throat and his knot knocking on my teeth with every hump. His sack rocked back and forth with him and bumped against my chin and neck as the swayed like a pendulum.

And though I was enjoying the taste and feel of his throbbing shaft, air was a needed blessing. And so I pulled back and let the tip flop out, up against my cheek and of course, with my luck, that's when Richard came. Came hard. Spurting string of sticky hot ribbons that laced over my shoulder and cheek and the whole of my face as I pulled back from the sudden anti-climatic explosion.

"Huh," was Richard's tactful reply once he collected his sense. I could tell, at least, that he had been holding back. Possibly for my sake. Being face fucked by a behemoth was an ordeal in and of itself, my jaw was still aching from it. "It's not suppose to go there."

I managed to spit some of it out, swallowing the rest and looked at him after wiping one eye, then the other clean. "And where, pray tell, was it suppose to go?" I managed to frown as the dog gave me a guilty grin.

He moved back, to sit in my lap, and with both hands held my face. A warm tongue licked over my cheek and then the other. Over my chin and nose, over one eye and then the other. Richard didn't say a thing as he cleaned me up from his mess. I didn't hear a swallow and soon figured out why.

Those warm lips pressed against me and they parted, allowing for an exchange of breath before Richard slid his tongue fully inside and deposited the release he had collected. I flushed and managed to gag the potent broth down. Richard wagged his tail only after I had done so. He still forced his tongue further into my mouth until I could practically swallow it.

He slurped it out and over his black nose and smiled at me, wagging his tail slowly back and forth and just looking at me with those soft uncooked brownie eyes. He pet the side of my slobbered covered face.

"That was nice," He smiled and then gave a half nod. "For your first time that is." He smirked. "I'll have to show you all the ways to make a dog beg."

"Oh really?" I offered a raised eyebrow and in turn groped his knot and gave it a good tug. Richard yelped and whined after as I let go.

"Hey now!" He whined pitifully but humped my hand the second I let go. His knot was in full mass and I knew the dog could easily go for round two or three. "Sensitive, impressive baggage right there!"

I gave a look before looking away. "What's to be impressed?" I meant to sound cocky and came off more sheepish than not. Richard smirked at that but didn't say a word about it.

I gave a sniff under and arm, if only to illustrate a picture of it. "I stink. I need a shower, badly." I chuckled. "My kingdom for a shower."

Richard cocked his head to the side and lifted an eyebrow at that. "If I gave you said shower, can I have said kingdom?" He smiled only after he finished and wagged his tail when I just stared at him. "Your kingdom." He added. "So I can rape you any time." He added with a lewd, toothy grin.

I don't remember how we got there but in the end we managed to squeeze into the bathroom, I borrowed Richard's sandals (not wanting to go barefoot in such a shower) and the two of somehow tetris ourselves to fit in the small bathtub. A curtain was drawn and freezing cold water showered down on us. I was the one to yelp this time, practically jumping up and into Richard's arms as it hit my back like a thousand tiny needles.

"Balls!" Was the first word out of my mouth as I clung to the chocolate labrador. If I had my way he wouldn't be here and I'd manage to hide myself from the water until he warmed up. At least it was able to cool my hot head.

Of course Richard found the whole thing rather amusing. He gave me a strong one arm hug and looked down at me. "I didn't know you cared," he teased as I clung to his chest because of the cold water. "Now then...for round two."

Soon enough the dog found himself face first on the bathroom floor, kicked out of the shower as I pulled the curtain shut tightly. My jaw was still aching from this time around, my rear still sore from last time and I stunk because of this dog. Smelling of both sweat, cum and musk.

It was refreshing, to say the least, as the shower finally warmed up - and I ignored the whining plea of the dog outside. The grime from the day before flowed off my like a second skin, giving my new one fresh life. Just that filth was cleansed of me and I was able to feel far less like some dirty boy. I found myself smiling at the thought though.

"Alex," Richard protested. It was clear he didn't mind one bit as he turned the faucet on and began brushing his teeth. He whined for the more amusing factor of doing so than not. Which was nice, to know he was the clinging needy canine I had feared him to be.

I heard him gurgle and spit into the sink as I looked over one of the brands of shampoo. An off brand I had never seen before that was both "scentless" and suppose to give my "coat" a nice glossy finish. It was also suppose to help with keeping fleas away. I laughed at the last one and didn't clue Richard in when I opened the curtain and offered to trade him spots.

He spat once more, gave me a once over. Winked and then moved past to get in. He offered me the toothbrush and to use "the red towel" as it was his. I didn't even bother asking for a fresh clean one looking around the biohazard that was this bathroom; it was the cleanest thing in here at the very least.

"What's on the agenda?" Richard asked once more, having not responded to the first time around. I had been cleaning my man bits, a little distracted to answer the question. I also kept finding strands of fur in my mouth which made it even harder to answer.

Gagging around a rather large curly black strand, I nearly coughed up a furball, I managed to give a half-ass response. "Work?"

He laughed at that. I could make out his silhouette through the thin curtain of the shower. He was scrubbing under one arm, then the other and was humming a tune I wasn't familiar with.

"Be a little problematic if we came in now." Richard just said lightly. It made me frown.

"What did you tell them?" I dared to ask as I looked over the rather long, slightly crooked toothbrush he had handed to me. I groaned at the idea but the taste of dog in my mouth made me, in the end, give in and toss my pride aside. I had a cock, sack and dog tongue in my mouth within the last half hour. I think a simple toothbrush should be fine. Even so I dunked it in mouthwash several times first.

"I just said you weren't in any position to come in for work today, and I was on top of it." Richard just shrugged, tossed a leg up on the side of the tub and began doing his inseams.

I sputtered, coughed and spat at the same time at that. I wiped my mouth off. "You didn't say that."

"Yup." And that was all he said on the matter. I just left it at that, choosing to believe he was just pulling my metaphorical tail.

As we did have some sort of make shift plans to keep ourselves amused for the rest of the day, Richard was kind enough to supply me with actual clean, if slightly wrinkled, cloths. Baggy shorts that sagged in the back, for a tail I didn't have to stick over. They were a simple tan and went well enough with the beige color loose T Richard got for me out of his closet. He let me use his sandals and though everything was a size too big I didn't mind much as we headed out for the day.

The sun was our, a nice breeze was blowing and it actually smelled like spring. I rested an arm out the window and watched he world go by as we drove the old beat up truck belonging to the husky roommate of the man driving.

Richard chose in only a pair of shorts, matching my own in fact. He didn't need shoes nor did he want to wear a shirt. It worked well seeing as how he was covered from snout to tail in that rich chocolate fur. It was like an outfit in and of itself.

He rested an arm back on the seat, driving with a single hand and stared at the road ahead. I felt his fingers scratch behind one of my ears and looked over at him; maybe on a dog that'd be a kind service to give. For me, however, it was a little odd.

"We can meet up with the guys later tonight," Richard began not even seeming to notice as he continued to give the back of my head a scratch. "I figured we can just hang out until then." He drolled a bit as if losing interest in the manner. Those floppy ears were perked however and I could nearly feel his concern as he held his breath waiting for my response.

"Sounds nice." I just shrugged and looked back out the window. There was a moment of pause before I scooted over a bit closer and rested a hand on his leg if only to ease the worry building. Besides, his leg felt good just to hold. Richard didn't say or do anything more than rest his hand on my other shoulder and continued to drive.

It was a nice afternoon and I figured we'd end up taking a walk or something more outdoorsie. Instead, Richard thought it'd be a great idea to go to a bowling alley.

Mainly as... "It'll just be the two of us." Richard just smiled as he held the door opened.

"I think you just want to play with balls." I replied with a roll of my eyes and a mock bow as he let me through. He stuck out that abnormally large, wide dog tongue and that silence any further rebuttal I might have.

Outside was nice, warm and a bit windy. Inside was stale and cold like walking into a fridge that hadn't been open for a while. I ended up rubbing my arms as we waited in the lobby for the clerk. Richard didn't even seem to notice and gave a wave to the terrier that came out. A heavy set, stocky man that looked more like a lumberjack than anything else.

"Just two," Richard offered two fingers as well. One index for himself and a thumb over his shoulder at me shortly after.

"Farthest one in the back." The dog spat, literally, to one side and gave a half wave towards the direction he had been talking about. I watched him as we went unsure if he actually did own the place or if he had killed the owner and just taken up shop after.

"Thanks." Richard smiled and headed on by without a second concern. "That's Rusell. Went with him to school," Richard explained seemingly as a kindness to myself. I wasn't curious about it though but let him finish. "Back in High School we had chemistry together. Dude never graduated and took his dad's shop after he passed."

"Oh," I just said unsure what else to say on the matter. "Sorry to hear that."

"Yup," Richard nodded. "Dude took a train down to Mexico and never came back." It took me a moment on that.

"I thought he died." I frowned now as we headed down a couple steps to the chairs, old 1970s computer and where the bowling balls were stacked up on a metal rack.

Richard quirked an eyebrow and looked back at me. "No. The dude just had a shit ton of debt and bailed out leaving them with the rest of it."

"Damn," I just muttered back looking over at the terrier or where he had vanished into the back room. "Far worse than I thought."

"Yup." Richard shrugged with little concern and just began sifting through the different color balls until he found one he liked. "So we like to come here to try and help him out, get a few games in and relax." Richard motioned with his muzzle and it took me a second to see what he was talking about.

It had been ages since I last went to a bowling alley. There was of course the bowling floor with its seperate lanes, the old tacky computers you could check and keep score on and rows of seats for players to sit at while waiting for their turn. The small counter behind us was lined with metal bars that held the bowls. Just above on the main floor were several vending machines as well as old school arcade games as well as those quarter machines you could get candy and cheap toys from. There were tables lined up and a sign on the wall pointing towards the back where the restrooms were.

It was a bit sleezy and run down but overall the atmosphere of the room was light, casual and I knew what Richard had been going for. Somewhere you could go out with a couple of good friends and just play a few games; a family could come to for a weekend or even maybe a birthday party for a kid. There wasn't any expectations or standards you had to go for. And so long as you weren't butt naked you got service.

The screen on the wall turned on suddenly brightened the otherwise dim room, excluding the lanes themselves that were lit up with rows of lights like an airplane runway. The screen was static at first before the cable was connected and some game came on. I wasn't familiar with the teams as a rather large looking hare jumped far too high into the air to dunk the ball. The crowd roared and cheered for the team.

"I missed the game." Richard said as he typed a few things into the computer. "Rus always records different games and you can play them at request."

"Convientent." I nodded before frowning. "How did he know you missed the game." I asked the dog who had suddenly grown rather sheepish. "Richard." I glared at him.

"Well after I called work, I figured it'd be ok to just call..." He coughed into his hand, clearing his throat. "To make sure we'd have a lane!" He finished giving me a broad grin. I just frowned at him. The place was practically empty save for us and some older man on the other side who seemed to be trying for a perfect game.

Next second I knew the terrier was coming down the three steps with a pair of shoes in hand. "Grab the grub in a sec." He boorishly said chewing his teeth a bit as he spoke. He just dropped the shoes on the ground and, slightly hunched, made his way over to the corner side of the place where an old diner had been constructed ages ago. There was a popcorn, soda and one of those rotating hotdog machines all neatly stacked by each other.

"Got beer and nachos!" Richard said hopefully giving a half cheer after as if hoping to get one. "Beer." He said slowly and a bit louder. "And nachos!" His face alone, full of hope made me give in.

"And what would you do if I had said no?" I asked picking up the smaller pair of shoes. I wasn't about to ask how Richard knew my foot size, blaming it on a certain husky if nothing else. "What then?"

"Who would say no to beer and nachos?" Richard was the one to frown now as he thought that over as if it it were indeed a difficult, impossible thought to even fully comprehend. So I just gave a sigh and shake of my head in defeat and asked which of us would go first.

I tried not to think to much of it as we got the Nachos and hotdogs the next second, placed on the small table next to our row of seats. Just focused on the lax environment and the good company I had as I rolled the first ball down the lane and missed every pin completely.

"Ouch," Richard actually winced.

"Shut up," I flushed looking away. "It's been too long since I last played."

"I could put the baby pumpers on." Richard offered with a chuckle thanking the terrier who soon delivered a pair of, rather large, cups of frothy beer.

"Just shut up." I said as I picked up the ball that returned and tried again. I was already tense making such a flop as I had, nearly making it into the other lane. Richard only made it worse as he got behind me to offer a helping hand.

"Relax, stretch out your arm fully when you swing and let it go about here." Richard explained as if he were talking to a kid rather than to an adult. He made the motion behind me guiding my own arm with his own. I became a little too aware of the fact he was in nothing but a pair of shorts as that warm, fuzzy chest pushed against my back and his furry arms nearly wrapped around me. The worse part was, his lessons actually helped. I managed to hit a pin this time. One. Single. Damn. Pin.

Things got easier once I downed half my drink and enjoyed the cheesy nachos. Richard took his sweet time, preferring to chat rather than just play the game. His attention turned from me to the game on the screen and all but ignored the actual game we were playing, he still did five times better than I did by the end.

"So after I finally told my dad," Richard chuckled telling me about the time he came out as a pup. "The first thing he says is...," he cleared his voice and when he spoke again it was far more hoarse. "During the military I felt such feelings! Even acted on 'em! But no man can give you the same comfort as a warm pair of knockers can." And he finished with a laugh and a shake of his head. I tried not to focus on the part of his dad, in the military being with another man. "Mum just said she knew it all along. And that the good lord would come and take her away before she had to see me sin myself into eternal damnation," he sighed and smiled. "I miss my mum." Likewise I tried not to point out all the things wrong with that.

"And your siblings?" I dared to ask as I watched Richard slide half the hot dog, bun in all, into his muzzle with ease before wrapping his lips around it and pulling another quarter inside before chomping it.

"Nothin' 'oo 't." He said around a full muzzle. Took a second to pound his chest and then gave a massive gulping swallow, a belch and down another gulp of beer. "They didn't give a damn. Glad the heat was off of 'em for a change." Richard shrugged once more as he took a seat not even caring it was his turn. "Mum because so focused on me that my promiscuous, flirtatious, Mary Magdalene," I assume implying to being a whore, "sisters could actually go on dates without being hounded about it and thrown holy water on after. My brothers followed mostly in my fathers footsteps and, as uncomfortable as they were, they didn't really say much about it. We never did play tackle football after that though..." He frowned now thinking that over as if only realizing about it. Richard just shrugged and chomped the rest of the hot dog down. We had pancakes less than an hour or two ago, how could he still be so hungry? "And with the whole fights they had more to worry about."

"Fights?" I asked unsure where he was going with this.

"Well I was from a not so great part of the South." Richard rubbed the back of his neck as if embarrassed of the fact. "People have some odd assumptions about the gay neighbor dog. Half were afraid I'd like somehow infect their own children, the other half were all god fearing and the rest figured I was riddled with mange or something!" He just chuckled about it.

"Sounds...pleasant."

"Oh, it was riot for sure." He nodded and I think he meant the actual term. "Brothers always getting into fights because of it. I always getting jumped whenever I was alone. In the end we had to move."

Of course I wanted to drop my jaw in shock, not too surprised admittedly.

"Problem with being the only furs," he used the lame mans terms for the whole group. A rather derogatory word in and of itself, just because they had fur they were called it - not counting those who didn't even have fur. "Small rural town having a family of dogs around was already barking for trouble." Now I wasn't sure if it was the whole homophobia thing or the whole racist thing that was the main cause of the issue. "And you?" He asked just as cheery as always. I gave him credit for that.

"Surprised you're not some emo fag." I half joked and thankful he, indeed, wasn't. I wouldn't put up with it if he was. He was more like a ray of sunshine that showed just how grimy the world was.

"What's there to be sad about." Richard stated bluntly. "I got my health, food, friends, family, life!" He just grinned broadly and a paw rested on my leg though he didn't add me into it, it did make me feel that warm fluttery feeling inside. "How would it help if I was a whiny bitch?" I just chuckled at that, truly remarkable this dog was. "And yours?" He asked again, truly interested in the matter rather than just asking to be polite.

"Dad left soon after I came out. Mum became an emotional wreck without him. Long story short, I don't talk with them anymore." I shrugged spilling my guts in ten seconds flat.

"That's so sad!" Richard eyes went wide and his bottom lip nearly quivered. I gave him a shove, a laugh and told him to get more nachos.

He chuckled, got up and bent over enough to give the side of my face a lick. "Be back 'n a sec, Sugar." He teased, rubbing that damp nose on my cheek after that soft half lick he tenderly gave my cheek. Richard's breath smelt of nachos and beer. A hand rubbed my chest with those semi coarse gray paw padded fingers. "I'm glad you came out with me today." And with that Richard moved on by, hopping over a chair and headed over.

"Dumb dog," I managed to say as I wiped my cheek off and waited for his return.

We spent most the afternoon here. Just chatting about everything to nothing, watching the game and buying far too much food. We eased up on the beer even if, Richard insisted, we could just walk over to meet up with the guys. Something I still didn't really want to do but it was hard to refuse the dog. After all, if I didn't tag along I'd be heading back to an empty room with only my work waiting for me.

The game eventually ended and neither of us bothered to look at the score. Even so Richard kept the receipt that printed out with the info on it. "As a souvenir." Richard insisted keeping it out of my reach as I tried to snag it from him and rip it up. My double digits were far less impressive than his triple.

"What do you want to keep it for, you goon." I cursed at the fact he was taller than me, and even on my tipi toes, I couldn't reach the piece of paper.

"I was going to make a scrap book." He smiled at me. I looked at him. And so he kissed my nose.

"A scrap book for scrap..." I said with a bit more disdain than intended, embarrassed mostly by the fact of the difference in our heights and the fact he was rubbing his bare chest against me.

"For everyday I've known, loved and fucked you." Richard grinned widely. "Was thinking of naming it my fuck book of Alexander Wright."

"What about the other night?" I frowned still looking at him. His tongue stuck out a bit from his muzzle.

"I stole a pillow case."

"Oh, lovely. That better not come out of my paycheck."

"I thought work was paying for it."

"Besides the point." I argued.

"But if I didn't take it, what would I tell the children?" He asked with slightly wide eyes. "Think of the children, Alex. Think of the children."

"What children?"

"Well, usually. When a guy fucks without protection." He said almost sheepishly, crudely making a joke of the matter.

"You failed biology, didn't you?" I just rolled my eyes. "When and where are we meeting the guys at." I asked if only to change the conversation as Richard neatly folded the scrap of paper up and tucked it into his wallet.

"The Collar and Bone." Richard just said. I had to ask.