Catnundrum. Chapter Twelve.
Catnundrum
Chapter Twelve
By Roofles
Simon wasn't sure how long he had been out for. As a cat he normally, easily slept half the day away without a care in the world. Finding a good warm spot in the sun or just wherever he could get somewhat comfortable act. The more comfortable he was the longer he ended up sleeping. So in this musky, warm place he found himself in now he could've slept days away without ever knowing it.
Rob grumbled softly, the sound vibrating in his muscular chest Simon had his ear pressed against. He could hear the rhythmic drum of the Rottweiler's heart beat and the sound of those deep labored breaths caused him to slowly rise and fall on the Rottweiler. Rob just slept away, holding him tightly with one arm and snoring softly in bliss, tongue lolled out to one side and drooling on the mattress he had pulled into the living room.
The covers had been tossed up and over his head so all Simon could see in the dim light with his keen cat eyes was the black and mahogany fur of the male he was pressed up against. Rob's very body might as well have been a furnace, how warm it was under these covers. Simon's paws were already sweating. Let alone for that powerful, natural musk that seeped off the dog's very body. Earthy and natural it filled the whole blanket Simon was trapped under; despite what Simon thought he actually had become adjusted to it. It was relaxing, intoxicating in a way and worse yet, arousing.
Rob hugged the cat against him and his large muzzle nosed down aimlessly at him. For all purposes the dog was still asleep. Even still his body was groping, humping and over all trying to molest the smaller man trapped under the covers with him. An arm tightening around Simon's back as another pet and groped at his face.
And as much as Simon liked to be groped, molested and over all violated by the larger dog he wasn't able to stay under that thick wool blanket much longer. Getting the covers off wasn't much of a problem, trying to pry Rob's arm off was. The dog only flexed, growling softly as Simon tugged and pushed at him before somehow managing to slip underneath it and away. Gaining some since of freedom and fresh air to fill his lungs.
Even before he managed to get a couple of inches away from Rob, there was a painful tug on his rear. Wincing Simon looked back and, jaw dropping open, he stared at the fact he was still tied to the horny rottweiler. Even asleep Rob was still in him. Simon wasn't even sure how he could forget such an important detail. It must've been the heat, the musk and the over all fervor that took him in the rough foreplay the two had before going to sleep.
The cat just shook his head, trying to take a steady cool breath of fresh undiluted air to clear his head. He shuddered at the fact that, away from the dog, he was becoming rather cold. The air itself was cool in the apartment and even with the curtains half way closed Simon could still make out the snow outside. The cat recalled the heater being broken, one reason why he had agreed to snuggle up as he had to Rob in such a way. Rob was a living, breathing, musky heater after all! Free of charge.
It had to be Sunday, Simon figured, raking his brain for details. The storm would've passed by now and the snow would make it difficult to drive but not impossible. Rob had been kind enough to let him crash here, but with the storm gone there was no real reason to stay around. Such thoughts ran through his head, guiltily so as he looked at the canine snoozing underneath him. Simon was sitting in Rob's lap. It was a good weekend, a great one at that. Rob had not only been hospitable but also had somehow managed to help him with his deep rooted fear of his very species!
Then again Simon flushed, looking away at the naked man he was still tied with. It'd might've just been the deep forbidden attraction for the man that helped him suppress his flight or fight instinct. Rob wasn't just muscular, he was ripped. It looked so natural on the dog however. His thick hide and coat of fur helped ease the flow of his muscles from his powerful broad shoulders, down to his sturdy muscular legs. Even his hefty paws seemed natural on the otherwise massive canine. Simon wondered if it was just natural for Rottweilers to be so ripped or if Rob was some kind of gym-whore who got off on just working out.
It took a few minutes of pulling, tugging and over all easing himself off Rob before finally with a sickening slurp, Rob's knot slid free nearly half the size now as it currently had been. His glistening shaft bounced in the air before resting over his stomach and side. Simon envied the dog spitefully, blushing a bit as he got up and had to walk one leg at a time to the bathroom as if he had just gotten off a horse without using a saddle. He wouldn't be walking straight for a week. At least!
Simon ignored Rob's room, the door still open. And inspected the other room belonging to Rob's roommate - hoping never having to have to meet him. And then proceeded into the bathroom to spend a good hour cleaning himself up. Relieving himself, taking a shower and over all grooming his otherwise matted fur. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he hadn't groomed himself, a routine he did each and every morning of his life that was disrupted by the messy dog in the other room.
"Stupid dog." Simon said and yet he smiled looking over himself. He was but a Siamese cat. Nothing particularly special; other than the song notes tattooed on his arm, his lip ring and the bell he had forgotten in the bathroom the night before. A ordinary cat that the dog had taken a playful fancy too. Even asked out.
Simon splayed his ears at that. Being asked out by his worst enemy, a dog, was something he had dreaded since working at Mega Mart a place that predominantly hired and was run by the canine breed. Simon took a moment to smirk, relishing the fact he had been indeed asked out and letting it inflate his ego for a few seconds...before having it deflate.
The dog had indeed asked him out, to hang out with him but there wasn't anything else said on the matter. If it'd be just them or him and the guys... Hell, even Rob had said he wanted to have the cat join them for a dog's poker night! Something Simon would never be caught dead at.
His Cynophobia was a real, documented, published fear. That was very well known to plague several cats; Simon being one of them. Dogs were the enemy as far as he was concerned. That was that. Black and white and nothing else.
Then there was the fact that Rob was...well a dog. A species known for being overly friendly, to the point of harassment at times. Simon himself had filed anonymous reports on more than one occasion. The species, as whole, seemed not to understand the very notion of personal space. As if it just didn't exist with them. As they were on the opposite end of the spectrum in that regard. Dog's had a problem not being in your personal space as most would have problems with others being in theirs.
Felines weren't known for their loyalty, unless they were part of a pride which was rare amongst all cat's other than a few specific breeds. Canine however of all breeds were known for their packs. Literal gangs were commonly seen and heard of on the news within big cities. Roaming pack gangs they were commonly called. The pack was family and family was life. Because of this when said family was ever in any danger, bothered or even looked at funny things could go ugly, quickly. Very quickly.
And Simon, as a kitten, had been on the other end of such a thing before.
The Siamese shuddered, recalling the event and smoothed out the fur he had been immaculately grooming. Rob wasn't like that. He nodded to himself looking at his own reflection for confirmation. The feline face looking back at him wasn't reassuring in the least.
"Rob wasn't like that." Simon said again, taking a slow steady breath in and letting it out. "He wasn't." And Simon rubbed at his wrists several times, recalling the bruises he had gotten years ago.
These past two days had been something else all together. Something entirely new for the cat. It was exciting, wild, forbidden and arousing as all hell. One of those claw extending, pants tightening, lip biting, groaning, moaning, humping, panting times in ones life that come along once every few decades, if you're lucky. And in no way was Simon feeling that it didn't, hadn't felt so damn good. Let alone how much he needed that, on more levels than one.
Simon was just glad it had been with Rob, too. On top of everything else. Rob was... Not what he had expected him to be. Simon would miss being able to be like this.
It wasn't like he was about to go invite all the guys at work to dinner or anything. Or hang out with them. Or even go out of the way to talk with them. Maybe now, however, he could be in the break room without being reduced to a shivering, sweaty pile of fur he normally would become. A part of him highly doubted it. It was nice to dream though. And if nothing else... maybe he could at least act normal around Rob.
Simon smiled though as he walked out of the bathroom naked as the day was young. At least now he had something to tell the therapy group he went to on a weekly bases. It had helped a lot so far. And he'd be able to contribute now, rather than just listen to everyone else.
And... something to tell the Boxer standing in the hall way looking at him with a most skeptical look on his face. The foreign dog was a little shorter than Rob but taller than Simon. He had a stocky build with heavy shoulders and hanging jowls. He wore a heavy winter coat to help protect against the snow his thin short-hair fur couldn't help with, much like Simon did. What little the cat could see of it was mostly a rustic orange, splotches of brown and black were mixed in.
Simon could only figure one of two things. The first was that the storm had passed enough to get around. And two, that Rob's roommate had finally come back from wherever the hell he had been. Oh, and three. Simon was standing in his hallway naked as the day he was born in front of this strange, potentially dangerous, dog.
"Sup." The Boxer woofed a greeting with a smug smile and a wag of his tail. The door slammed shut in reply as Simon vanished back into Rob's room leaving nothing but a smoke silhouette of himself behind. The cat was just thankful Rob had left it open or he'd have run straight through it leaving a body sized, shaped hole of himself in it. Or run face first into it.
Simon eyes were wide, heart pounding loudly in his chest as he cowered against the door trying to figure out where his bravery three seconds before had gone. It only meant he had to go to therapy all the more. He sunk to the floor pitifully and rested his head back against the door. He could hear the dog greeting Rob much the same way he had him, however the conversation picked up where Simon had just left it out to dry.
"You dog." The boxer said loudly making the cat frown at such a lame way of putting it. "Can't believe you fox'd him into coming home with you." Simon frowned at that term too finding it rather truthful, if slightly speciest. There was a moments pause and Simon figured the Boxer was sniffing around after what soon followed up. "Dude, it reeks in here!" And most people would take that as an insult. The boxer clearly meant it as a great acknowledgment of pride in his friend and roommate.
"Where's Simon?" Rob yawned as he got up, scratching his balls before looking around for something to wear. Or possibly just looking around for the cat as he turned back towards the boxer who was still just grinning ear to ear at him. "You didn't scare him off did you?"
"Up 'n jumped into your room." The Boxer barked a laugh, wagging his stubby tail quickly now. "Or maybe he just went to put something on." The boxer shrugged a shoulder and rocked his large head to the side with it. "Then again. That was my room he jumped into." And at that the boxer frowned looking back over his shoulder down the hall wondering if he should tell the cat that.
In his haste and panic Simon didn't take into account that the first room he saw, closest to him and open, was in fact Rob's roommates bedroom. And not Rob's. Both doors had been open! The smell alone should've given it away, as how accustomed to Rob's Simon had become.
"Hey, Simon?" Rob said heading down the hallway a bit. He wrapped his knuckles on the door. "Little Buddy?" He said and smiled at the words. His own stubby tail wagged at hearing himself say that. It felt good too. "Need yah to come out now, Bob needs his room." He looked back at the boxer. "Do you need your room?" The rottweiler inquired with a puzzled expression.
"Well kind of." Bob chuckled and gave a shrug unsure what the whole deal was. Cat's were an odd breed, as the boxer saw it. He was never sure what they were thinking, then again who really did? His ignorance to the cat's blight only fueled his amused tolerance on the matter. "I don't mind. Was going to take a power nap though. Could use the snuggle buddy." And the boxer gave a growl at that. "Don't mind if I borrow your 'little buddy,' do yah?"
"Hah," Rob said with a roll of his eyes and gave the door another knock. "Hey, I'm going to come in now." He said softly, with his warm brass tone and gave the doorknob a slight twist. He pushed against it slowly, letting the cat move out of the way. "It's just going to be me." And Rob waved the boxer to give him some space. "Just me, Bob won't come in."
Bob was still confused on the matter but just moved into the kitchen to grab something to drink.
Simon was still sitting down, just off to the side of the door with closed eyes facing towards the opposing wall. His knees were pulled up to his chest and his arms rested lightly on them. His eyes only opened as the door shut once more and Rob took a heavy seat next to him. The dog mimicked his posture and waited for the cat to respond. It took a moment.
"Will I always just...be like this?" Simon almost chuckled after he spoke looking over from the corner of his eyes at the canine sitting next to him. Tears were in those corner making the dog appear blurry. Simon blinked them away and wiped the back of his wrist at one corner and looked away from the dog. Ashamed to be seen like this.
"It'll get better." Rob just told him, hopeful on the matter. He took a moment letting the cat clear his eyes before looking over at the flustered feline. He gave a soft, yet warm smile to Simon. Rob offered his hand, turning it over so his palm were facing up, letting his fingers uncurl and show off those grayish black paw pads. "Not like you're alone in this."
Simon nodded, wiping his eyes once more for good measure. "I'm not going to take your hand." Simon just said flatly his tone returning to normal as his ears splayed out and he looked away from the dog, embarrassed for him. Rob wasn't sure what the problem was, unsure if his hand was sticky or something the rottweiler just wiped it off on furry side before gripping Simon's leg and giving it a playful shake.
"H-hey!" Simon mrowed in protest.
Rob smiled, beaming at him. Simon just looked at the large hand roaming down his thigh, man handling him at this point. And Simon had just taken a shower too. To Rob it was a good way to comfort and feel up the cat lean, yet muscular body. It reminded the canine of a dalmatian or a runner's body. Simon saw as a violation of both his personal space and a way to take advantage of an otherwise fragile, vulnerable man.
Even before the cat's claws could spring forth and teach the canine just exactly whom of the two was the helpless one, that large muzzle of the rottweiler dropped down and bumped into the side of the Siamese face. Simon blinked a few times at that, being nudged in such a way. It filled his, now folded, ears with a deep flush. It was both comforting...being supported by the dog. Who was just there for him, not holding him up. Not having the cat be dependent on him. No, that would've been easy, Simon thought guilty looking away. Rob was just there for him, now in this moment for the man, his friend who needed it.
And that was why Simon hated the dog. They were so hard to be afraid of and yet here he was, still shaking out of fear.
That and the fact after getting his whole head nudged with a nuzzle from the larger man, the whole left side of his face was slurped with a far too large broad, drooling tongue.
Simon gave Rob's head a shove. "Gross." He gagged looking away. "Brush your teeth first."
Rob grinned, giving his stubby black tail a wag. "First? So you don't mind?" And the cat "mrowed" loudly as he got a face full of dog tongue once more. He could smell Rob's morning breath and feel that smoldering breath against his face, making his whiskers curl slightly.
His struggles and pleas for help only encouraged the dog who gladly nosed further at him, moving up and over and soon onto the smaller feline, pushing him onto his back and getting on all fours above him. Rob gave him a couple of sniffs, growling now.
"You smell like an old sweaty jock strap." Simon frowned up at the dog as Rob pinned his arms down, above his head. Rob made sure to keep his grip light but didn't even need to hold Simon down, as the feline just laid there, taking it.
"An whose fault is that, hm?" Rob asked, his whole butt wagging.
"Yours. You crotch sniffing, toe licking, butt humping mongreloid!" Simon glared up at him.
"I still blame you." Rob just said and finished it off with a deep, long kiss. Forcing his tongue into the Siamese mouth and wrestling with Simon's for control.
Simon closed his eyes, groaning loudly against the dog who laid out on him. Rob just grinded his chest against the cat's, pushing his groin back over his and let go of Simon's arms. Not needing to hold him down when he could just lay out on top of him.
Rob's kissed rougher, harder and slurped over the side of Simon's muzzle. His hand was groping the other side of his face once more. Better over it crudely as he turned Simon's muzzle towards his own so he could continue to make out with the cat.
If Bob had come back, it only meant that their weekend was coming to an end. And Rob wanted to make it last until the very last minute.
Rob was as horny as he was playful. And ended up turning the cat over, pulling Simon back up and over him. Missing the weight of the feline on his chest.
Even before Simon could open his muzzle to catch his breath, Rob shoved his face right back under one of his arms. Grinning like an idiot and hugging the cat tightly with both arms, rocking him back and forth.
Rob scratched the side of Simon's neck with his stubby fingers as the cat pulled free to glare down at him. "You know?" Rob asked, tilting his head to one side and wagging his tail ever faster. "You should really put that tongue of yours to good use."
Simon didn't even need to ask as Rob opened up his legs for him.
The rottweiler scooted back, bumping his back against Bob's bed and just lifting on his legs up.
"Rob." Simon frowned, looking at him skeptically as if trying to say he couldn't believe he had just asked that of him.
"Ok, ok." Rob said, nodding along. "I know you like to do it under the covers." So Rob, without even caring, grabbed Bob's sheet off the boxers bed and pulled them down and laid them over his naked groin. "There we go." And Rob wagged his tail with a massive grin plastered on his face. Simon could see the tip of Rob's mahogany fur toes sticking from the end of the blanket.
"I'm not crawling under there." Simon had begun. And the door next to him opened up.
Bob knocked on the door as he opened it. "Hey, can I like get my room back yet?" He asked loudly looking inside the dark room.
Simon zipped underneath the covers instantly hiding away from him and pressed up against Rob's belly and groin. Rob just smiled at that, wrapping one leg around Simon and roughly pulling him closer to his groin. At the same time rubbing it up and over the Siamese face.
"Bad timing?" Bob asked, eyes widening a bit as he looked at the rottweiler relaxing back, legs open, with the covers over his lap and clearly with the cat underneath it.
"Nah, man. Perfect timing." Rob said, petting over Simon's head several times on the outside of the covers. "Did you have a fun weekend?"
"I see you did." Bob snorted, shaking his head and taking his coat off. "He can breathe under there, right?" Bob asked, eying the blankets a bit.
"He did all last night." Rob just offered back with a shrug. "He likes it." And then the dog let out a rather high pitch whine, closing his muzzle instantly as claws sunk into his thigh. "Mostly. Loves. It." Rob said in a high voice; he hugged Simon a bit tighter against his lower chest and wrapped both legs around him now. "It's good for him?"
"Good for him? Or for you?" Bob asked, still eying the blanket. Rob wasn't sure if Bob was curious or jealous about it.
"Both. Simon got a fear of dog's. This is good therapy." Rob said kissing the top of the cat's head as he moved the covers down so Simon could see out. The cat only flushed more.
"D-don't tell him that!" Simon said a bit pitifully from where he was.
"I'm glad he did." Bob said, wagging his tail now. The boxer had taken his coat off, shoes and socks and was standing with only a pair of long shorts and a tight gray t-shirt. "I didn't mean to startle you before. I'm Robert, though everyone calls me Bob." And Bob offered a hand.
Simon looked at it, ears splaying out. "Bob the Boxer? Really?" Simon didn't shake his hand. Bob didn't seem to take any offense to it.
"Really, really." And Bob stood back up, stretching a bit. "Mind if I join you?"
"What?" Simon asked, eyes widening.
"Not at all." Rob just smiled at his roommate, now hugging Simon with his arms and legs.
"Wait." Simon protested but could only watch as the boxer pulled his shirt off. Simon's jaw dropped once more. "I really need to hit the gym," he muttered spitefully towards the boxer.
Rob was ripped. The boxer was a close second though. His shoulder's weren't as broad and his arms weren't as thick but his chest had clear pecs and a six pack was coming along nicely. His legs were firm, Simon only saw this as Bob dropped his shorts to the ground. The cat wasn't surprised to see Bob was wearing a jockstrap.
And without shame, Bob undid the strap in the back and let them, too, fall to the ground. Simon flushed even brighter.
"Here," Rob said lifting up the covers for him. Bob sat on the edge of the bed instead, kicking his legs underneath the blankets though.
"Here," Bob offered with open arms and soon enough Simon was passed from one muscular dog to another like some kind of football. Simon was at a lost for words as Bob held him just as tightly, just as securely as Rob always had. It made his heart pound as he watched the rottweiler get up.
Rob got up, dragging the covers with him, and laid out on the bed. Bob moved back on it, still holding Simon, and then laid back with a long groan of a sigh. And Simon could feel the boxer rubbing his snout between his ears, just breathing out over it.
"Your a good kitty." Bob said in a low deep voice, hugging Simon a bit more as Rob pulled the covers up over the three.
"Yeah..." Simon could only really say in response as he looked up at the boxer then over at the rottweiler. Two breeds known for their violence and temper. But also known for their protective nature; the boxer themselves being great family dogs.
And Simon never felt as protected in his life than between the two dog's who hugged each other and crushed Simon between them.
"I hope you had a good weekend," Bob said to Rob as he moved up a bit more and grinded his groin a bit against Simon's rear. Just to get more comfortable. Rob moved closer, moving a leg up and over the other two guys and pressed his own groin against Simon's. Simon only came up to the chest on the two dog's and the two just talked over him.
"It was a blast. Simon's a great guy." Rob said as if the two of them weren't currently crushing the Siamese between them.
"He seems very loveable." Bob agreed, with a smile. He ran one hand over Simon's chest and down over his thigh. Where he met Rob's hand and the two entwined fingers with each other and left it there.
Bob nosed Rob before bending down again to kiss at Simon's head.
Simon could feel the boxer's heart pounded quickly behind his head, and hear Rob's heart pounding just in front of them. Feel their bodies heat pouring off of their bodies and feel those strong limbs wrapping his body as Bob moved one of his legs over Simon's, then under it to trap it between his own.
Bob let go of Rob's hand and wrapped one arm up and under Simon's as if grappling the cat from behind. He ran his coarse fingers over Simon's chest before they curled around his other side and pulled him closer to the boxer. Simon could only wonder what the dog did for a living. Maybe construction work from the boots he had been wearing. He only remembered that as the Boxer ran one of his hefty paws over Simon's leg and bit at his ear playfully.
Simon flushed a bit more, closing his eyes and trying not to focus on the fact it was a dog doing this.
"I'm glad you two are getting along so well." Rob growled happily, nosing down at Simon and licking over his nose. Simon gagged a bit at that.
"Your breath still smells." Simon scrunched up his nose, wrinkling his whiskers.
Rob grumbled at that.
"You complain too much." Rob whined a bit, letting go and bending down to nuzzle against Simon face. "I'll be back," he gave a nod to the two and climbed out of the bed.
Simon watched him go, shocked he had just left him here with the boxer.
Rob just jumped into the bathroom to freshen up a bit, sure that Bob would watch him in his stead.
"Now, I got you all too myself." Bob growled playfully, picking Simon up a bit and hugging him some more. "My cute kitty." Bob moved his own muzzle down to rub against Simon's face, growling some more and squeezing the cat in his arms.
Bob ran his hindpaw over Simon's, wiggling his toes on top of Simon's and forcing them between his. Giggling a bit as the cat squirmed in his grip but made no direct move to get out. Convinced Simon was enjoying it, Bob just continued by chewing on the side of his neck, wagging his butt happily. It had been a cold, lonely weekend all by himself.
"W-when Rob coming back?" Simon managed to ask, still keeping his eyes firmly closed as he had with Rob.
Bob had a far stronger scent than Rob, if slightly less overwhelming.
The boxer just growl some more at that. "He'll be back soon," the boxer murred deeply running his hands up and over the Siamese body, forcing his fingers underneath the thin brown fur and against his bare flesh. Letting his coarse pads scratch and rub at the cat's body.
Simon fidgeted, squirming in the boxer's grip. It only encouraged Bob to continue until he made the cat make the same murring sound he himself was. Simon fought against it, at first, but the boxer really knew how to work those fingers and he didn't even mind as Bob slid one burly hand between his legs.
Simon did mind when Bob slid his thumb into his sheath though.
"Did that hurt," Bob asked a bit worried as Simon pulled back.
"I-I just wasn't expecting that." Simon said, even more flustered.
"Oh," and Bob wagged his tail. "Ok, then. I'm going to do it again." And without waiting for a response did just that. Slid his full thumb into Simon's sheath, pulling and teasing at it as the rest of his hand draped over Simon's groin. Bob's other fingers curled under the felines sack and he gave the whole thing a very soft, rubbing squeeze.
Simon was beginning to enjoy the company of dogs. And another one was just returning.
Rob had taken a very quick shower, just freshening up a bit and brushing his teeth. To be safe he also used the rest of the mouth wash.
The rottweiler was already crawling back into bed before the door closed behind him. Rob instantly returned to the position he was at, not seeming to mind where Bob had one of his hands.
"Sorry about that." He said to the two and then snuggled back up in front of Simon, who was already about to let him hear his complaints on the matter. So Rob silenced him with a kiss.
"At least your breath doesn't smell like dog butt now." Simon said, teasing him. Bob lifted an eyebrow up but didn't say anything at that as he continued to snuggle the cat from behind; just glad now that Simon had relaxed and stopped fighting it. This was going to happen, one way or another, after all...
"How else am I suppose to clean myself?" Rob stuck his tongue out at that. "I could always borrow yours, I guess." And he nosed Simon who pawed at him a bit.
"Not happening." Simon growled a bit now.
"Not like you haven't licked every other inch of me." Rob said, innocently enough.
That got Bob's attention.
"Say what now?" The boxer asked, grinning widely. "An here I thought you were just a good snuggler." He let the feline go and he and Rob switched positions... just by turning Simon from facing one dog to the other.
"Rob..." Simon said, planning on killing the dog for telling Bob everything.
"He's very good at it too. Far more eager than you'd think." Rob nodded happily, moving closer behind Simon and giving him a strong squeeze much as Bob had done before.
"Awesome. How?" Bob asked, as if trying to figure out how a toy worked.
"Well he likes to be under covers." Rob nodded some more, just ignoring Simon's complaints at this point.
"Me too!" Bob just grinned widely and pulled the covers up over the two. "I'm a little big for blankets," Bob told Simon. Moving his large head over to nuzzle not only Simon but also Rob's chest with his snout. "So bear with me," and he guided Simon down a bit.
Rob helped push Simon down... between their two, aching groins, demanding attention. Attention only a very helpful feline could fix.
Bob curled his body so that he could, hump, up into Simon's face as it was pushed down against him. Most of the boxer was a rustic orange color, his face had black markings like his paws did but his groin was white like his chest fur was. There were splotches though of orange and black on his sheath and hanging sack. Something Simon got very personally close too as his nose was rubbed against it.
Not by Bob's hand, but by Rob's who was just helping his roommate out. Rob moved a leg over Simon's shoulder and laid his sack right on the side of Simon's face as Bob pushed against... well the other side of Simon's face.
And when one dog grinded against him, it only pushed him into the other dog's groin. Who was more than happy to reciprocate and push Simon right back against the other one's groin. Both the boxer and the rottweiler at this point had wrapped their strong legs around Simon's upper body. And just were rocking back and forth against him now.
It had been the, neglected over the weekend, boxer to slide his cock free first. The thick length was still a big flacid as it ran over Simon's cheek. It was a hot pink color and the knot had already formed at the base of it.
Just like the boxer's groin, it smelled of raw sexual need and want. The tip already leaking over Simon's face as he nuzzled it right back. Bob groaned at that, reaching down with a hand to scratch and pet at Simon's head.
"Oh, ooohh." Bob moaned softly as he felt Simon tease his knot. "I like him. I like him a lot! Can we keep him?"
"I plan too." Rob just smiled along with his roomie, giving the cat some of his own loving fluids as he humped against him once more.
Rob's length ran over Simon's other cheek as the two dog's continued to grind against the every so willing feline between their legs.
Simon sniffed Bob, wrinkling his nose before opening his muzzle, drooling a bit himself, and licking over Bob's swelling knot with his rough tongue.
The boxer twisted his hips at that, moaning even louder as he pushed his full groin against Simon's face. His hefty sack slapped the cat on the chin as the boxer smeared the left side of his face with more musky pre. Bob just used his cock to continue rubbing it onto Simon's cheek.
His other cheek was getting the same treatement from Rob who had, once more, begun leaking profusely. Dribbling all over Simon's right side of his face, shoulder and even onto Bob's groin. Not that the boxer seemed to mind in the least.
Simon teased Bob's sack first, treating the new comer just seemed to polite thing to do. Rob kept humping at this, as if begging for the same treatment. Simon ran his other hand up Rob's inner thigh and slid a finger up his taint to tease the rottweiler's tail hole. The very touch of his finger made Rob's cock jump, spurting pre onto the cat's face. Several of his whiskers began to droop under its weight.
Bob had reached down and replaced Rob's hand, where the Rottweiler was using both hands to hold the boxer, Bob took it on himself to hold Simon. He wasn't as gentle as Rob had been and shoved Simon's face against the curly white fur of his groin, rubbing his now swollen knot against Simon as he pushed the felines nose against his groin and slightly between his legs.
Simon mrowed at that, his tongue licked out to pull and tease just under Bob's hanging sack. The boxer eyes clamped shut as his toes curled from the feel of it. It really had been too long since someone showed him such... enthusiasm.
If Rob didn't keep him, Bob planned too.
The two horny dog's kept up their work.
Until Simon was good and stick in the face, giving a whole new definition to getting a facial.
The two hadn't tried to time them together, instead Bob (the hornier of the two) just came first. And it just helped Rob finish himself. So, Simon had to deal with one dog finishing... all over his face. Only to have the other finish shortly after. Leaving him a dripping, drooling mess after.
Simon was conflicted at attempting to clean himself or not. Bob took it on himself to be the gentleman here, and pulled Simon up enough so he could begin licking him clean. Drooling, slurping, loving licks that pulled at the cat's cheeks as Bob continued long after everything had been licked away.
"See, dogs aren't so bad." Bob just rumbled from his chest, nosing at Simon and rubbing his shoulders with both hands as he held the smaller feline against him once more. Rob closed the distance and Simon found himself sandwich between the two dogs again.
"We're great fun." Rob nodded along, agreeing.
"We should bring him to one of the game nights." Bob said, thinking about all the dogs playing poker... naked... with Simon between their legs. "Would be fun." Bob's smile just widened at the thought. Hell, Simon could just be between his legs playing. That'd be ok in his book. And in his pants. "Man," Bob muttered to himself with a frown. "I need to get laid."
"D-don't look at me." Simon just said, as Rob licked the side of his face. "I got to deal with this guy already." And Simon fussed as Rob hugged him tightly.
"Ok." Bob said with a shrug. "I don't mind sloppy seconds."