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She had silky black ears, a white-tipped tail, and slender curves in between. Her slinky outfit highlighted the splashes of white fur which ran up her neck and over her nose, thinning to a stripe between her lively amber eyes. I watched her over my glass of Wild Dog Pale Ale, until she caught my eye and I saw her ears move forward - just a bit - in interest.

This bar had a reputation, and I was a dog on a mission. I'd done OK with the bitches in the past - when I made an effort. That's it, I thought. I haven't tried hard enough. I'd been lazy. Just because a male Great Dane had seduced me, it didn't mean I was gay! Even Marlin had said so.

Seduced. Images of the silvery dane floated in my mind - his steel-grey coat, his hard muscles under my paws. I shook my head and took a swig of the beer. During the week, my thoughts had returned frequently to the events of the previous Saturday. It had been good, I couldn't deny it. How long had I been "curious", but afraid to admit it? But, nice as it was, the gay lifestyle wasn't for me. It was just experimentation, right? Something I needed to do! Now I could go on with my normal - i.e. heterosexual - life. It was Friday, I was in a classy bar, and there were no naked Great Danes males to distract me. I just needed to meet a nice girl. I'd forget all about last Saturday!

The collie gave me a sweet glance, head a little to one side, and then looked away as I turned towards her. But I saw the tip of her tail twitch in something which was almost a wag. Grasping my beer, I sidled three stools along and sat down beside her. This time her tail really did wag. It was a favorable sign, although it could have been a generic "hi" wag or a subtle "you're pretty hot!". At least she didn't growl or bite me. "Are you into sheep?" I asked.

Her explosive bark of laughter made me wonder if I had overdone it. "Excuse me?" she gasped as she wiped spilled liquid from her paws with a napkin. Dainty white paws, I noticed.

"I mean, sheep herding. Sorry - can I buy you another of those?" I nodded towards her glass, the dregs of which she had spilled in response to my line.

"Sure - it was a Northern Hills Chardonnay." I nodded to the barman, and watched as his expert paws filled another glass with the pale golden wine. I'm no expert on the whites, so I refrained from any comment that would reveal my ignorance. "My ancestors were sheep herders. But I'm sure you're doing something far more interesting that that!".

If you meet a Border Collie, it's a pretty good bet that their forbears were sheep herders. The same applies to my own Huntaway lineage. We're a rough-and-tumble working class lot, and my lanky frame and coarse tan and black fur is pretty typical. There was a time when a common Huntaway mutt wouldn't dare to fraternize with a member of the more cultured Collie classes, but that was long ago. Her ears moved forward, indicating that the subject of my rural heritage had at least piqued her interest.

"You're quite right," she nodded as she picked up her glass. "My family used to run Half Moon Station, up north. But that was in my grandfather's time."

She extended a small white paw. "Sylvia. I'm in marketing."

I gave her paw a shake. "Tamper. I'm an IT nerd."

I caught her scent as she leaned forward, and it brought back a rush of memories. The softness of a female body held in the dark. Not unpleasant memories. I waited for the growing excitement that her shapely black-and-white form would evoke in me. I searched for the feeling; I even tried to imagine her naked while we chatted about the stupidity of corporate management. But it was no good. I could picture her slim waist and the curve of her breasts, but my mind kept going back to Marlin's spicy masculine scent and the feeling of his sheath under my paws.

Could she sense my inner struggle? I had hoped to use her to verify my sexuality, which was hardly chivalrous. But if she guessed, she didn't show it and her demeanor remained relaxed and amiable. Hell, maybe she was a lesbian and was just passing the time until her lover arrived.

I could make an excuse and leave. The thought surprised me. Where would I go? I'd heard that there were gay bars in this town. A room full of lean, ropy muscles. The warm sweaty scent of masculinity... I plunked my glass down, rather too hard, and tried to focus on the words of the collie. Here she was, all curvy and very right-in-front-of-me. What was I thinking?

Then a white shape caught my eye over the bitch's shoulder. Someone from the noisy party at the corner table had moved, and behind them I spotted a blunt nose adorning a familiar Saint Bernard face. It was Theo!

Suddenly I remembered the big Saint, and how he had greeted me with such warmth the previous Saturday. I remembered his blue pajamas, and the distinct bulge which had protruded through the button fly. His soft white fuzz had caught my attention with a promise of something interesting for my paws to explore.

The big white dog wore casual pants and a plain polo shirt tonight. He smiled when he caught site of me, and waved. But then a dark-faced German Shepherd with a gold ring in one ear slid into the vacant seat and blocked my view. Reluctantly, I pulled my gaze back to the bitch beside me. "You_have_ to be in the social media space now," she was saying, "and you have to do it right, or you look like an idiot."

I could see her enthusiasm in her intense brown eyes, and in the way the end of her tail gave a cute little wag. I tried to look hip and social media savy, though I generally avoided forums like "Muzzlebook".

I was trying hard, but I sensed that she was bored. It wasn't a huge surprise when she looked at her watch, and then finished her drink. "Right, I'm meeting a friend for a late dinner, so I've got to go. See you round, Tamper!".

"See you!" I replied with a nonchalant wave. I felt like I'd failed a test as I watched her thread between outdoor tables and disappear into the warm city night. And yet, I was not as disappointed as I should have been. She was cute, but she hadn't managed to distract me from Marlin. My first and only male-on-male experience had been with the dane, so naturally thoughts of him had occupied my mind. And Theo... now that I thought about it, the big Saint Bernard was pretty hot, too.

I glanced back to the table where I had seen him, but his companions hid him from my view again. Probably for the best, I thought, as I stared out over the street at a distant glimpse of the harbor where ferry lights slipped through the darkness. I could head up the hill to "K" Road. That was the place - or so I'd heard. There were bitches who could fulfill your needs (for a price). I wondered idly how one went about it and what the going price was. Just idle speculation, of course. There were places you could meet guys up there, too, a little voice insisted.

A warm presence broke into my reverie, and I turned. I nearly dropped my glass when I looked up into Theo's face. The saint looked down with an apologetic grin moderated by a relaxed wag, as if he was pleased to see me but unsure about disturbing my solitude.

"Tamper?" he said, testing to make sure he had remembered my name correctly. His wag increased in tempo; he must have seen the pleased look on my muzzle. "Indeed!" I replied as he lowered himself into the stool beside me. He misjudged the distance, and had to grab for the bar to save himself. I stifled a grin; his inherent clumsiness was very endearing.

"I was just having drinks with some work-mates." He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "As if seeing them all day at work wasn't enough!".

"Wait - don't you work from home?" I recalled the profusion of monitors, keyboards and other equipment which lined his home office.

"Ah.... yeah. But I do spend most of the day in Skype meetings with them. Sometimes, I even use the camera, so I have to wear clothes!"

Thick white fur protruded around the neckline of his shirt, and now that he was near to me I could smell his warm scent. My mind conjured images of him naked, and it was a while before I could answer. "And do you ever forget to turn off the camera when you aren't wearing clothes?" I chuckled at the thought.

"Never!" he leaned a little closer and whispered "apart from that one time... but best not to dwell on that."

"I wouldn't mind seeing..." my voice trailed off. Had I really said that? I fumbled with my drink in embarrassment, but the glass was now empty. When I looked up again, I caught him looking at me with something which could have been a new interest. But then the moment passed.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, changing the topic.

"Not really! I had Sushi earlier."

"Great! Come on - I know just the thing!" He stood and started for the door, and then looked back with a half wag, head angled to one side. Had he heard me? I hesitated. Dammit! Why did his white fur entice me so? I was supposed to be looking for a nice bitch!

I scanned the room, and when I looked back, a hint of a frown showed on Theo's friendly face. The big dog was genuinely interested in my company, and wondering about my hesitation. And when I looked into his deep blue eyes, I wanted nothing more than to spend the evening with him. I'd already squandered one potential date that night, and I wasn't going to let another opportunity pass me by! Besides, he probably just wanted someone to hang out with. I could think about the ladies later. My mind made up, I hopped down from my stool. I couldn't miss the relief on the Saint's face as I followed him outside.

Theo took a deep sniff of the night air, then sneezed loudly, causing a nearby Poodle to jump with a yip of surprise. I had to stifle a giggle. Theo was every bit the Saint Bernard stereotype, and he seemed completely at ease with his own untidy bulk. He would never be stylish or sophisticated, and he wouldn't care. Right then, I wanted to get my paws around him and see if he lived up to the Saint Bernard reputation in other areas.

I pushed the inappropriate thoughts aside for the hundredth time. We're just going to hang out, I told myself. I wondered what he had in mind, and it wasn't long before I found out. We weaved our way through the evening crowd for a block until Theo stopped in front of a Kiosk with a bright sign announcing Gelato.

"What do you think?" he asked, waving a paw at a long row of colorful trays behind the glass counter. My tail was already wagging.

"Good thinking!" I scanned the flavors. The evening was warm and a frozen desert would go down very well. A striking greyhound stood behind the counter, an apron in Italian colors covering his thin torso and a scoop ready in his paw. He watched me with a smile, my tail having already betrayed my decision to buy.

"Hmm, a double scoop for me, Pistachio and Tiramisu!" I swallowed and tried to keep the drool from dripping from my chin as he scooped my chosen flavors into a little tub. Theo ordered Coffee and Walnut and cookies and cream, and soon we strolling down the hill, Gelato in paw.

"This way!" he said, before I could start eating. When he ducked down a side alley, I had a pretty good idea where he was going. Sure enough, we emerged on the docks near to the ferry terminal. Theo found a seat with a view of the harbor, and we sat down to slurp our deserts.

The Davenport ferry chugged out from behind the wharf, bright windows sliding past the distant city lights on far side of the harbour. Faint laughter echoed across the water, then was drowned by a squawk of feedback and an experimental chord as a band warmed up in a pub across the street. Theo's tail swished the back of the bench and his eyes crossed as he peered into his Gelato tub, and his huge tongue licked out the last dregs. Oh my god, I thought. What could he do with that tongue?!

I wanted to slide up to the big dog and put my paws around him. But I just couldn't. I put a mental leash on my desires and forced myself to be calm as I licked my own tub clean and dropped it in a bin. My arm brushed his, and I felt his warmth. He had been looking absently at his plastic spoon, a satisfied smile on his muzzle. At my touch, he turned, and I saw the look of interest in his eyes again. It gave me a thrill to know that I had an effect on him, but I stifled the unwanted feeling.

He frowned as he sensed my shifting moods, and turned his gaze to follow the shrinking wake of the ferry. "Well!" he rumbled eventually. "It's been nice, but I have a pretty long drive home, so I'd better head off..." He left the sentence hanging - just a little - and his head was to one side as if waiting for me to offer an alternative suggestion. My stomach churned, but I managed to convince myself that I was not looking for anything more.

"Where are you parked?" I asked, for though I had decided to bid him goodnight, a part of me didn't want us to part just yet.

"The Civic." It wasn't far, but it was the opposite direction to my apartment.

"Well, I think I'll head home too. It was nice catching up with you!" I sounded lame even to myself, and when a look of disappointment clouded his face, I wanted to sink in to the ground. But under pressure, I tend to stick to my plan. There were good reasons for staying heterosexual, right? Life was simpler. I was sure I had made the correct and rational decision.

We parted with an awkward wave, and I turned and walked along the waterfront. But I hardly saw where I was going, for I kept seeing Theo's wide, friendly face, and his look of disappointment as he turned away. My paws itched to touch that soft white fur again. Was I crazy? What had I been thinking?

I looked up and realized that I was already outside my building. I tried to picture the walk from the waterfront up to the Civic car park. He'd be almost there by now. Suddenly my mind was made up, and now I really didn't want to miss whatever chance I had left. I fumbled with my phone, flicking through the numbers in the address book with desperate haste. His number was there! I pushed the call button and hoped his phone was on. And that he wasn't passing a pub with a loud band.

After four rings, he answered.

"Theo! I forgot to say that..." In my haste, I hadn't considered what I would say.

"Yes?" Was there a note of amusement in the Saint's deep voice? Well, I didn't care. I wasn't going to squander this opportunity if I could help it. Fortunately, a shared literary interest came to my aid.

"Ah, I just remembered that you wanted to borrow the "Starfall" novels. You should pop over and grab them before you head off!"

"Sure!" There was a wag in his voice. I gave him the address. "OK doggy, I'll be there in 10 minutes!"

I put my phone away, and wondered whether I should wait in the street. But then I remembered the clothes strewn around my bedroom and the breakfast dishes still on the table. I raced inside and up the stairs to the third floor.

The apartment was much closer to the bottom of the building than the top, but it did afford a glimpse of the harbor from the wide lounge windows. The pulse and shimmer of the city had entranced me when I first arrived, and I had grown used to its constant burble and scurrying. But I confess that I sometimes ached for the wide open spaces of my rural youth, and the feel of grass beneath my paws.Someday I'll give up the city life, I told myself regularly.

I just had time to stack the dishes in the kitchen and throw all my clothes in the cupboard before there came a knock on the door. My apartment wasn't a pigsty, just a little messy. I was satisfied.

I swung the door open, and there was the Saint filling the doorway. He looked pleased, and a bit shy.

"Hey!" he said.

"Come in..." I ushered him inside and closed the door on the bland beige walls of the hallway.

I watched him as he looked around the "deluxe studio apartment". I think the "deluxe" part referred to the alcove in the bathroom which served as a laundry (it even had its own sink tucked in between the washer and the fold-down ironing board that I never used). Beside the bathroom, a breakfast bar separated the kitchen from the lounge area. The single bedroom lay opposite the bathroom, these rooms being either side of the entrance door.

He padded out to the lounge and went straight to the big windows. The double glazing muffled the passing cars in the street below, and my slice of harbor view showed between the ANZ building and the stacked containers and cranes of the port.

"Nice apartment!" he said, in the tone of one who hasn't seen many.

I grinned. "I guess you prefer the country life!"

"Oh yes! But I do enjoy coming to town once in a while, to experience the ambiance. Fun to visit, wouldn't live here, that sort of thing."

Awkward pleasantries. Now that he stood languidly in my lounge, close enough that his musk filled my nose, my desire to touch his warm fur grew ever stronger. I knew I was staring and I ought to say something. I ought to show him to my bookcase, or offer him a drink. His tail swished and his eyes had that look of interest again. I ought to do something, so I leaned forward, put my paws around his shoulders, and lifted my muzzle to lick the side of his face.

I didn't know what to expect, and I was shocked at my own actions. I thought he might pull away, but instead I felt his paws caress my ribs as he lowered his head a little. Then he turned his nose towards me and our tongues met in a deep kiss.

His touch was magic, and it was a few minutes before I could pull away. I could see a smile in his eyes now. The days sun, trapped by the double glazing, had left the apartment uncomfortably warm, and his tail made a welcome breeze as it fanned the air. "Just a minute," I mumbled, as if I was expecting something more. Who was I kidding? I definitely wanted more of that musky fur and giant tongue. I crossed to the wide windows and pulled the curtains closed.

I've always been quite restrained, but suddenly a rebellious mood came over me. Theo's eyes had tracked me across the room, and I could still see a spark of interest in them. I pulled my shirt off and flung it to one side with my other laundry, revealing the black and tan fur of my lanky torso and shoulders. Then, making it just slow enough to be a tease without being too obvious about it, I undid my belt and slid out of my jeans.

I've been told that I have a nice sheath, although I've never felt qualified to give an objective opinion. But the Saint was now looking with definite appreciation. Before he could move, I sidled up to him and placed my paws on his waist. Then I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, feeling the warmth of his fur underneath. My heart quickened and I felt a tingle of excitement in my sheath just from being so close to him.

The white fluff of his chest was just as thick and soft as it looked. His paws held my wrists briefly, and I stopped my explorations as he looked into my eyes. "You were going to lend me some books?" he teased, his voice gentle. In answer, I pressed my muzzle into his fur and sniffed deeply.

"It's kinda warm in here!" he said as he helped me wrestle his shirt over his droopy ears. As a big fluff dog, I'm sure he felt the heat more than me. I nibbled at his ear as his huge paws rubbed at my midriff. Then I noticed the considerable bulge in the front of his pants. They were cut in the canine fashion, high enough for the waistline to sit above his more private parts. I worked the belt undone, then the button, and freed his sheath. And it was magnificent, large and full and covered in soft white fur. My paw moved towards its bulk, and my finger tips just brushed its warm softness as the doorbell rang.

"What? Who could that be?" Muddled and very annoyed at the interruption, I jumped up and hauled my pants on.

"Oh bugger." Theo rolled his eyes and looked embarrassed. "It's probably Sylvia. I uh... might have invited her over!"

Sylvia? Oh yeah, the Border Collie I was talking to at the bar. "You know her?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Oh yeah. We go way back. I bumped into her again just after you called. She really wanted to see more of... that is, to see you again. I was going to ask if it was OK, but I kinda forgot."

In any case, somebody was waiting outside, so I abandoned the remaining buttons on my fly and hurried to the door. I peeked out the peep hole, and sure enough, there was the cute black and white collie bitch. Just my luck, I thought. You spend you evening trying hard to chase the ladies, then give up and bring a guy home, and then you can't keep the ladies away.

"Hi again!" I said, all politeness, as I ushered her inside. I was still annoyed at the intrusion, but her petite black and white nose was actually pretty cute, and my mood definitely improved when she produced a bottle of honey liqueur from behind her back. It was a favourite of mine, but too expensive to buy very often.

"Come on in!" I said.

"Heya!" Theo waved from the couch, but didn't get up. I followed Sylvia to the windows, where she handed me the liqueur bottle as she peeked between the curtains to check on my harbor view - obviously the most important feature of downtown living. Satisfied, she turned back toward the couch - as did I - to find that the Saint Bernard had achieved full separation from his pants.

It was a view I'd been very keen to see, but with Sylvia beside me I was shy. "I'll get some glasses!" I said to cover my embarrassment. Sylvia didn't seem at all surprised at the exposed Saint Bernard vista, and I wondered about the nature of their relationship.

The collie kicked off her shoes and collapsed gratefully on the couch as I retrieved the three smallest drinking vessels I had - which did not in any way resemble a matched set. When I got back to the couch, I saw a glance pass between. Then, as if by some kind of secret agreement, they both crabbed towards opposite ends, leaving me a space between them. It was one of those couches which is only a three-seater if you're on good terms with two other people, and in no time at all I found myself comfortably jammed between a naked Saint and a cute collie, and sipping at a glass of honey-sweet golden liquid.

Of course, in all the excitement I had completely forgotten that my fly was not properly buttoned. I did see Sylvia's eyes exploring my unruly chest fur as she joked with Theo about the state of the government, and by the time my glass was empty her paw had somehow ended up on my leg. Before I knew it, a sweet little collie was licking the side of my face. I'd heard that marketing was all about finding out what the customer wanted, but now I was getting an inkling of what the collie wanted.

But even as I questioned my sexuality for about the thousandth time, I felt strong paws on my sheath, and then a warm tongue licked softly at my cock, which was already showing signs of excitement. Sylvia disengaged herself for a moment, and when I looked down, I discovered Theo's muzzle in my crotch. He lay across the couch, and I am sure it was no accident that his full sheath and large balls were fully exposed for me to see. The sight of his muscular body spread openly before me stimulated my desire as much as his careful licking. So there was no doubt that I liked guys.

Sylvia had leaned away for a moment to pull off her blouse, exposing two neat rows of nipples in the smooth black fur of her chest. She was immaculately groomed, and the occasional tufts of fur that stuck out here and there were certainly crafted to give her a youthful and carefree appearance. Her intelligent eyes held mischief and just a little defiance, as if she knew what she wanted and was used to getting it. Her tail twitched as she looked at me with a smile. Now that her sleek black and white form sat half-naked beside me, a desire was definitely growing in me. Then she stood up, and, facing away from me, unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor along with her white lace panties.

I had time to admire the perfect proportions of her dainty tail, black furred apart from its white tip. "That's better!" she said as she stretched and gave a little shake. "clothes are such a stupid nuisance!" I wondered whether she knew Theo's house-mate, Marlin the naturalist dane. It seemed like they would get along.

Then she turned and slid back down beside me, and her warm feminine scent filled my nose. Theo barley glanced up, so I concluded that he had seen the view before. The Saint still lay spread out to one side of me, and the Collie knelt on the other side, her sensual curves inviting my touch. I looked from one to the other as the dog massaged my sheath and the bitch leaned in to nibble at my neck fur. At that moment, I realized two things: they were both extremely attractive, and I was a very lucky dog! Why had I been trying to choose between being "gay" or "straight"? Suddenly I saw that they were just labels, and I could do whatever I wanted.

And right then, what I wanted was to run my paws down the collie's chest. I traced the lines of her black and white fur patches until my finger tips eased over her labia, already firm and slightly moist. She didn't flinch, so I dipped my finger in to caress her hot and slick entrance. I felt her breath on my neck as she licked at my ear, and at the same time I saw her tail rise seductively, a sure sign of her arousal.

But I was spoiled for choice, for a huge, lovable and highly attractive mountain of Saint Bernard was still indulging himself by playing with my private parts, and I needed to return the favor. Taking advantage of his distraction, I gazed at his sheath. It was only fair, since he was getting such a close look at mine. I longed to do more than just look, but I didn't want to disappoint the collie. The tip of my tail gave a hopeful wag as I looked at the Saint and then back at her. She understood the nature of my dilemma. "Go on!" she goaded, teasing with her eyes. "I want to watch!"

I stroked the Saint's soft coat, leaning over as I reached towards his midriff. Sensing my intent, he rolled over on the couch and I was able to climb over and along his body until I reached my goal - that wonderful masculine promise. I remembered the first time I saw him - answering the door in Pjs with a fly that didn't close properly. Now the promise of that intimate glimpse was finally revealed to me.

I ran my fingers over his balls, heavy and firm, covered in fine white fluff. I traced the shape of his cock through the fleshy covering of his sheath. His male canine scent filled my nose - strong and earthy and warm. His cock was already thick and firm, although I guessed that it could get a lot thicker. Still, it felt wonderful to slide my paws over its smooth curves. I eased his sheath back to expose the tip, and bent down to lick my tongue over the slick surface.

My own cock was firm and dripping a bit of precum as a result of this exciting new experience, and in my haste I had not considered the logistics of my position - particularly not the relative position of my private parts, given that my knees had somehow ended up on either side of the Saint's head. I gasped as a huge tongue, and even some teeth, engulfed my dangling balls. The tongue proceeded to lick around and over them, and then up my sheath. After the initial surprise, I found I was almost panting with the intense and very pleasurable sensation of that giant tongue.

I'd temporarily forgotten about our third companion. However, it didn't escape my notice that she was watching, just as she promised, her ears forward and her eyes bright. Then her paw slid down to caress her own moist folds as she watched the two males perform for her.

I didn't have time to watch her, though, not with that wonderful Saint Bernard demanding my attention. I bent again to run my tongue around the end of his sheath. It felt great, but it wasn't enough. What did I want? When I'd been with Marlin, that other time, I'd been the one doing the penetrating, the top, whatever you wanted to call it. Theo was pretty cute, and the way he was lapping up my cock was really getting me excited. I could mate him too - no doubt about that in my mind now.

But I wanted to feel him inside me even more.

I tested the idea as I stroked his sheath, and desire burned through me. I wanted to give in to his strength and power, and feel his heat inside me. I wanted to give up control and let someone else be strong. I wanted to give him pleasure.

But would he be interested? How did I know whether he liked to be "top"?

When I looked at his sheath again, though, instinct took over. I just crawled along the couch, caressing the heavy muscles of his massive legs, until he could get a good view of my butt. My tail was up just enough to be teasing, and I gave it a swish. Being a male, I shouldn't know anything about acting like a bitch in season, and yet it seemed weirdly natural. Was that a weird gay thing, or just an instinct that existed, however latent, even in males? I didn't know and right then, I didn't care.

Theo definitely got the idea, and the slight bulge of knot already showing in his sheath told me that yes, he was happy to be mate another male. The couch creaked as he clambered up to place his paws on my butt. He stopped then, and I saw his expression cloud. For a moment I wondered what I had done wrong, but Sylvia's quick wit was way ahead of me. When she fished a little bottle out of her handbag and passed it to Theo, I realized that I'd forgotten entirely about lube. Lucky someone came prepared, I thought. Although I couldn't figure why the Collie bitch would need lube, unless she made a habit of watching gay males...

I didn't have long to ponder as I felt a cold touch on my ring. It rapidly warmed as the saint spread lube ever so gently with his fingers. I'd never thought that area could be sensual, but it was. My cock was hard and throbbing, and my head was dizzy with excitement. I was naked and vulnerable before the massive dog but I desperately wanted him to take me, to feel his weight on my back.

His fingers caressed my balls, and I could tell his excitement from his ragged breathing. He wanted to grab me and thrust hard, I could tell, and a part of me wanted that too. But the more sensible part of me worried that it might be too much for me. I guess he knew this as well, for when he grasped my rump with his paws, it was firm but gentle. My heart pounded as I felt his heat pressing close to me.

Then he placed a paw on his sheath as he guided the tip of his cock into my hole, and I gasped a bit as his slick hardness touched my sensitive parts. Showing huge self-control, he pressed slowly forward, and I felt his cock slide inside.

There was a moment of discomfort which was almost painful, then I adjusted to the new sensation as he penetrated me. Then I had to adjust again as his paws held me tight, and he pressed himself more deeply. Fear rose for a moment - could I handle it? Would I be injured? But then I felt his warmth and strength holding me even as he thrust again, gently but smoothly, and his moans told me that he was liking what he felt. Suddenly all hints of pain vanished in a wave of desire, and I found myself pressing back against him, trying to envelope as much of him as I could.

His paws wrapped tightly around my waist as he held me close and thrust into me again and again, and his hot breath warmed my neck. I could feel his cock growing larger and harder, and it stimulated something I'd never felt before - a deep kind of pleasure, strong enough to make me dizzy even without the usual rush of orgasm. My own cock was throbbing and dripping precum, but I could hardly think of anything but the sensation of the huge cock thrusting inside me. Why had nobody mentioned this feeling before? It was another whole world of sensuality I had no idea existed. And it wasn't just the prostate stimulation - I also had a big and lovable mountain of dog holding me tight, and I had the power to give him pleasure.

I could sense his rising excitement as he hooked his paws around my thighs and rammed his cock even deeper into me. Then he gasped as his climax arrived, his body clenched and his seed poured into me. At the same time, his knot locked inside me as it swelled to its full hard size. I panicked for a few seconds as he stretched me and I wondered whether I could take his massive size. But after a moment I knew that I was fine, and the intense pleasure of being filled by the huge cock overwhelmed me again. He stopped thrusting, although he still held me tight. I pressed back against him as his cock pulsed.

After a while, he sighed and ran his paws over my flanks, smoothing my unruly tan and black coat, and finally slipping down to caress my balls and my cock, which was still pretty hard. I reached back and fondled his balls, feeling his muscles still quivering with their rhythmic pulsing. I explored with my fingers to where the shaft of his cock entered me, just because it was such a novel sensation. I marveled at the intimacy of our position - somehow even greater than my other experience, when the roles had been reversed. Here I was, so completely comfortable with this dog that I didn't care about his cock stuck inside me - was loving it, in fact.

Then my nose caught the scent of collie bitch as Sylvia appeared in front of me. I could also detect the smell of her arousal even before I saw it in her face. Her tail swished the air as she knelt in front of me on the couch and cupped my muzzle in her paws.

For a moment I forgot about my state of connection, and started to move forward, only to be stopped sharply by the knot still stuck inside me, and the massive bulk of Saint Bernard on the other end. I felt a twinge of pain, but then the added pressure on my sensitive inner areas turned into renewed pleasure, and I felt Theo's pulsing increase with the added stimulation.

Sylvia grinned. "You can't get away, you know!" she said. Then she pushed my nose down until it was in her crotch, and I had no choice but to slide my tongue deep into her soft, sweet folds.

A new wave of desire awoke in me as the taste and feel of aroused bitch seeped into me. I could feel her body quiver and move against me as I explored around the edges of her vulva. I kept it up as long as I could, but my cock was crying out for satisfaction, taunted as it was by the bitch in front of me and the male already buried inside me.

When I came up for air, I saw a glimpse of dainty white teeth as the collie nipped my playfully on the neck. Then she pushed me firmly backwards, rubbing her body against mine as she did so that the soft fur of her belly stroked my sheath. Theo obviously knew what to do - had they practiced this routine before? - and lay back on the couch until I found myself stretched out on top of a big hot Saint Bernard cushion, his cock still filling me.

Then the collie appeared above me, legs spread to straddle both males and a triumphant look in her eyes. I had been neatly trapped by my desire, and the two canines now held me in a sandwich - not that I was complaining.

The collie bitch had claimed me and she wasn't messing around. Her paws pinned my shoulders as she slid herself up and down against my sheath, and her short breaths told me that she wanted my cock buried in her as much as I wanted to be there. My tip protruded from the end of my sheath as she pressed down on me, and my blood sang in excitement as she moved forward and I felt the warm wetness of her entrance. I couldn't stand any more teasing, and I grabbed her hips with my paws as I pulled her down on to me and thrust my cock deep into her hot depths in one smooth push. Her channel was firm and tight, and I felt her muscles quiver and pulse as I pulled back and thrust again. I've been with a few bitches before, but nothing compared to this. Something about having a giant Saint Bernard cock filling me from behind made every sensation sharper and stronger. The collie's black and white fur was soft under my paws as I held her tight against me, her entrance pressing back against my sheath. My burning desire rose to a crescendo. I tried to keep it at bay for as long as I could, but I knew it wouldn't be long as I felt my knot slide deep inside her. I didn't need to worry, for at that moment her muscles clenched tight on my cock as she climaxed. This was all the stimulation that my knot needed, and it grew big and hard as it locked inside her. Then I held her against me with my paws as my cum poured into her.

Some time later, I realized that I was getting quite warm. Theo's paws moved over my sides in a lazy caress, and Sylvia licked my muzzle, a dreamy look in her eyes. Her supple body felt warm and soft on top of me, and her muscles still gripped my cock. The Saint's large knot gave me a comfortable fullness, and the feeling of that hard maleness inside me stimulated a heady bliss I had never experienced before.

The scents of the two canines filled my nose - one earthy and masculine, the other lighter and feminine. Was I "gay" or "straight"? Right then, I didn't care. I was happy to be somewhere in the middle!