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Backwater Pit Stop

By Roofles

Kyle was driving down a long seemingly endless road that disappeared somewhere over the horizon. The day was drawing to a close and he was quickly trying to make his way to the town marked on his GPS. The road didn't help much however. It had been some time since it had seen any sort of repairs and the old Honda Kyle drove was bouncing up and down as it tried to transverse across. The road was uneven, bumpy and filled with pot holes.

The second Kyle thought to just pull over and find an alternative route to town, there was a loud pop as his front left wheel hit a particularly deep pothole and popped. He swerving into a nearby bush a second later and ended up stalling out. It happened so fast Kyle didn't even think a tire had blown as he attempted to restart the car. The ignition clicked but nothing more.

Cursing, he ended up getting out and left the car headlights on to inspect the damage. The wheel was shredded as if he had gone over a police strip instead of just a pot hole. Kyle cursed even louder as he pulled out his phone, only to see that there wasn't any service out here.

“Son of a bitch. This hick, backwater, nowhere fucking whore town!" Kyle shouted, kicking the side of the car and walking into the road.

Like most people in his situation, Kyle raised the phone up towards the heavens, pleading to the reception gods and begged for the bars to rise.

No luck.

He held out a thumb and waited for someone to drive by.

No such luck.

Kyle ended up retreating back into the safety of his car as the sun began to set and the mosquitoes came out to play. A chill draft blew and even inside Kyle shivered, grabbing his coat and promptly face planting the steering wheel in front of him. The car honked and continued to do so as he rested his head against it, lamenting his poor luck.

A good five minutes later he saw blue and red lights in his rear view mirror and quickly sat up. Someone must've called the cops at the ruckus he had been making and quickly cleaned himself up, worried he'd be mistaken for a drunk.

In the side view mirror he could see a rather portly looking American Pitbull get out of the cop car and head on over. The Pitbull pulled up his belt around his big belly before letting it drop back down, adjusting the large hat he wore making him look more like a ranger than a small town cop and even in the middle of the night, wore a pair of shades as he tapped on the window with his knuckle.

“Everythin' al'ight here, sir?" The Pitbull asked, resting an elbow against the roof of the car and peering in. Kyle could tell the cop was already looking for any sign of drug or alcohol use. Kyle didn't have a record, smart enough to stay under the radar.

“Sorry about the noise, officer." Kyle said politely, handing over his license and insurance information. The officer just looked at him. “The horn was messing up and was trying to get it to stop." He lied easily enough.

Finally the Pitbull took his license and looked it over, comparing the two. “What's a city slicker like you doin' in these parts?"

Kyle always hated when they asked that. Like they were just allowed to pry into your personal lives. He understood why most did what they did, having to deal with the scummiest of people but Kyle was an optimistic, hopeful person most the time and didn't like to think everyone was just out for themselves. Still, stuff like this annoyed him greatly.

“Moving to help out family." Kyle just told him truthfully, there was no reason to lie.

“Everythin' ok?" The Pitbull continued to inquire as he looked over the license once more before sliding it back in through the open window. The Pitbull had girth to him and when he turned to face him his stomach pushed against the window through the tight fitting suit he wore.

“Yeah, father passed away..." Kyle said slowly unsure why it was any of his business but wanted to get a possible sympathy pass. “So moving down here for the rest of the year to help out and get his affairs in order."

“Ah, been there." The Pitbull nodded. Kyle noted that he hadn't pulled out his pad yet and that seemed to be good news for him. “Been there."

“Yeah." Kyle just mumbled back in reply, hoping this was ending soon. The Pitbull didn't head out and Kyle ended up finally asking. “Anything else?"

“You got plans tonight?" The canine snorted as if he were the one being rude.

Kyle quirked an eyebrow at that. “Well hopefully getting to my hotel."

“Well," the officer adjusted his belt again. “It appears you got a flat, boy. And I'm a'sumin' you don't got a spare in that tiny trunk." And the Pitbull gave the back of the car a good thump with a hand and loud laugh. There was second meaning there Kyle seemed to have missed and just gave a halfhearted smile in return.

There was a moments pause once more before Kyle thought he figured it out. “Could I possibly get a lift into town…?" He asked deflating with each word he spoke. The cop seemed to have made that connection instantly and was just waiting for him to swallow his pride and ask.

The Pitbull just gave him a crude grin, opening the door. “No please?"

Kyle only frowned at that.

“Look, see." The Pitbull said after closing the door behind him. “The city is that'a way!" And he pointed over Kyle shoulder, shoving his chest against the man's face. “But my place is that'a way." The Pitbull went on, pointing over his shoulder now. “See 'n the issue?"

“Uh," was all Kyle could say as he looked the Pitbull up and down. Sure the Canine was wearing a police uniform, he was also wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and night slippers. “You are a cop, right?" He asked wearily now, looking past him and at the car. Anyone could buy one these older model cop cars and rig up the lights.

The Pitbull snorted and fished around for a bit before finding the badge and flipping it open. Kyle made sure to inspect it, having studied to see forgeries during school. There were some creeps out there and though he was optimistic of people, he wasn't an idiot. A Mr. Burt Graypad.

“Look, kiddo." The Pitbull yawned. “I happened to hear the noise and came to figure out who was making the ruckus out here. Ya' can stay if'n ya' like an' wait for theh tow truck on Monday. Or… crash in front of a fire." He added with a smirk as if knowing the answer already. These city slickers, the canine figured, weren't made for the outdoors.

“Monday?" Kyle asked in disbelief. It was Friday night and he didn't bring any food with him.

“Ken keeps his'n place closed durin' the weeken." The Pitbull just yawned once more, not even covering his mouth and scratching his large gut with his hand instead. “He' a bum." Burt chuckled and tossed an arm around the man, pushing him towards the cop car. “Can't let a cute thing like ya' out here that long. Then somethin' would happen." He laughed some more opening up the side door for him.

Before Kyle could retort the Pitbull was on the radio, calling it in. “Car down. Off road. Some city slicker. Took 'em 'n." And with that he was off the radio, sitting in the driver seat and starting the car up. “Call her in, she'll get good care once that lazy bum is up." Burt yawned once more, reaching under the seat as the car warmed up. He pulled out a rather crushed looking box and popped it open with his thumb. “Donut?"

They were squished and Kyle could only assume the Pitbull had accidentally sat on them at one point.

“A bit of a cliché." Kyle chuckled, taking one out respect though.

“They last all day. Easy to get. Plenty of 'em. Filling, an taste good even within' sittin' in the blazing car all day long." The Pitbull said with a bit of a frown. It seemed to be a touchy issue so Kyle quickly recovered figuring it'd just be best to keep on the Pitbull's good side, being at his mercy.

“Too true!" Kyle agreed around a mouthful of stale doughnut. He made sure to finish it, even if he felt a bit nauseous after. It might've been the cigar the Pitbull lit up though a second later, taking a long drag on it and blowing even before the window was down.

“So it's not much of'a place, fair war'nin." The Pitbull began, blowing smoke out the cracked window. He skillfully maneuvered around the road and, going through a small field, ended up on a much nicer road Kyle's GPS had forgotten to tell him about. “A few of my army buds were over though, they got no complaints." He laughed, going on. For a guy in his pajamas he sure was talkative, more than engaging even in the middle of the night. “It'll serve as a pit stop 'til ya' care gets fixed." The canine just said speeding up a bit on the empty street.

Kyle quickly warmed up to him. Burt was a Southern, salt of the earth kind of guy that worked hard and everything he had he earned. Kyle soon learned he wasn't joking either.

The place looked like it belonged in a backwater town like this but even walking up the porch he could tell the place had seen a lot of love and care put into it. The handle bars were defiantly new and the front porch floor boards had been replaced. The door had a nice polish to it and even the old timely bronze handle seem to sparkle in the front porch light.

Kyle made sure to check the address, take a picture and both text and call his friends to let them know where he was. The text didn't go through. Just in case, still, as he saw he had bars once more. The text kept saying “sending" but never finished. Then, not so subtly, Kyle let Burt know what he had been doing just to make sure they both were on the no homicidal page.

“Smart, smart!" Burt just agreed taking no offense as he took off his jacket and radio, placing them next to the rest of his uniform with his badge. “Wish more city slickers were as careful as you were." He nodded. “Used to work in the big apple back in the day. Where I did my training in fact." Burt just went on, not missing a beat where they had left off.

“Why move?" Kyle asked, just to keep up the conversation as he checked his phone. Still no luck. He tried again.

“Gang fights." Burt just shook his head. “People don't know how real shit gets until it hits the fan." The Pitbull walked over to check on the beer he had left behind, finishing it off as he headed into the kitchen. “You hungry? Want a drink?"

The living room was very spacious. Kyle couldn't even see where the wall had been taken down to increase it's size. There was a large couch directly in front of a rather large tv. The couch looked more like a bed than anything else. There was a nice rug in front of it. A roaring fire was in the corner, heating up the whole place. Several windows lined the walls but they all had their shades closed. Pictures of the Pitbull fishing, snowboarding and rock climbing lined the nearby wall that Kyle checked out.

“I'm good. I wouldn't turn down a drink," Kyle chuckled. “Not like I'll be driving any time soon."

“Good plan." Burt just grinned, walking over with a six pack. Not a beer or two but a whole six pack.

The now shirtless Pitbull was larger than Kyle, both in girth and height. Burt didn't even try to hide his beer belly as he walked over, it jiggled and sway with his motion. He was fit though, Kyle could tell. Under that gray fur there was clear outlines of muscle. His arms and chest were tight he soon learned as the pitbull yawned, stretching right in front of the man.

Burt had white markings on his chest and the tip of his fingers. It helped accent his face with eyebrows and a small tuft at the end of his rather square chin.

“Relax." Burt just said, taking a seat on the couch bed and resting back in it. The couch was covered in pillows and blankets, stretching back far enough for even the large Pitbull to kick his legs up. The back of the couch served as good support. “Mi casa su casa." Burt gave him a wink, patting a spot next to him as the Pitbull turned the tv on.

Kyle stood there awkwardly for a bit, before finally setting his bag down and had the nerve to take his shoes off at least. There wasn't too many other places to sit as everything else was there more for decoration than convience. So he took a seat on the corner.

“Kid," Burt spoke up with some amusement. “Not gonna bite cha'." He added patting Kyle's back with a foot. Kyle sat straight up at the touch, before chuckling a bit uncomfortably. Still the man slid back until he was resting in the crook of not only the couch but that of the Pitbulls arm; Burt having put said arm around him the second he drew close.

“I enjoy the company, really." Burt gave him a wink and a chuckle, turning the recording he had been watching before on. Kyle instantly recognized one of his favorite programs, a cooking show no less. Just another Hollywood show that took normal people and tried to find the best of the best; for whatever reason, Kyle greatly enjoyed watching it. Most likely due to the fact these were your average day people and as such you got some great ones and a lot of crazy mixed in.

“I can't believe you watch this!" Kyle said enthusiastically turning towards Burt with sparkling eyes. “I absolutely love this show."

For a second or two the Pitbull was lost for words before his face split in a large smile, ears perking up. “I know right!" Burt said with a large grin on his face and scooted a bit closer as he spoke. “It's like, one of my top shows!" The Pitbull just went on as he faced the man. Kyle didn't even mind the proximity of the Pitbull as the two continued to chat quickly about it as the intro played.

Burt was a large guy for sure and the couch shifted at his weight. “Here," Burt ended up just saying as the show started, giving Kyle a strong tug over until the man was resting a bit against him. “There, much better. Righ'?" The canine asked with a smile.

“Yeah," Kyle did chuckle at that, blushing a bit and feeling his pants tighten at the touch and feel of the dog's fur and skin. The palms and fingers of the pitbull were coarse, almost rough to the touch but like the rest of him was warm. Burt just radiated heat. And it felt nice in the cool air of the room, even with the fire going.

The dog had a musk to him that made the flush on his face grow worse and his pants to become even more restricting.

“Ah, sorry." Burt did chuckle, folding his ears back a bit. “I'm a canine, see." The dog said as if telling him some deep, dark secret. Kyle smirked at that. “We're very touchy feely. So if I go an do anything you'll regret, let me know." Burt gave him another playful wink.

“Sure, I'll let cha' know." Kyle rolled his eyes. His friends could be just as touchy, feely if not worse. Still, he was surprised the dog was too. He looked like such a gruff fellow. With such a strong jaw line and broad shoulders… Kyle shook his head, trying not to let it get to him.

The thing was? Kyle had a thing for canines, for whatever reason. And the fact was, not only was Burt a rather charming guy, the two had met with the former being in a cop uniform. Another thing Kyle loved.

He didn't push the subject further as the show started and instantly the two began arguing about which contestant was good, who was bad and they both agreed “Creepy Larry" was in fact a creeper. One of the contestants the camera just loved to focus on. Leering at the girls in front of him, tilting his head far too much to one side when he spoke and with “the devil's eyes!" As Burt ended up putting it. Bug eyes that stuck out of his head, with a vein throbbing over one eye as he sliced up his carrots for the first challenge.

“Dudes going to snap and kill one of them." Burt said professionally as if pointing out a suspect. Kyle just nodded.

“Yeah but he makes one hell' of a souffle!" And the two laughed at that.

“Problem is," Burt brought up as the first commercials began to play. The pit bull jiggled his big belly as he pouted. “Watching these shows gets me so hungry."

“Hah, you're telling me!" Kyle just agreed, moving back a bit. He wasn't sure why he had been resting so much on the officer and ended up moving back a few scoots on the couch to give the two some space. “I haven't eaten dinner yet!"

“It's on Tivo." Burt pointed out, using the remote to pause during the commercial. “We can try and make something?"

The way he said that made Kyle laugh. “Like a souffle!" And he was sure, even though the American pit bull was sitting down, his tail began to wag.

“Totally!" And with that the two scrambled to their feet from the awkward couch and made their way into the kitchen. The couch was comfy, Kyle admitted, but it made it rather hard to get up from. Burt had said that was the point of it.

The kitchen was nice and as the two got into it, Burt was more than happy to tell him the details.

“When I got the place, it was shit." Burt laughed, another good quality about him Kyle liked. He had a huge personality. Not as an innuendo for anything either. Burt didn't need to boast about himself, he was already big enough. Others liked to sugar coat things or act humble when they weren't to try and impress guests. Burt just told it how it was, face value and Kyle enjoyed the dog's booming voice as he went on, getting more excited with each word he spoke.

“So I decided to tear half the place down. Not all at once!" Burt laughed, opening up the fridge and bending over to get something in the bottom drawer. Kyle was not ashamed that he stared the whole time, both aroused and amused at the fact the large pit bull was wearing rubber duckie pajama bottoms. Burt did have a nice ass even through those fuzzy pajamas. “Floor board at a time, there was this ugly puke color carpet there before and rotting wood under." Burt shook his head, standing back up and passing carrots over to Kyle.

Kyle just nodded along, taking them and placing them on the marble counter tops. He slid a hand over the smooth surface and marveled at the craftsmanship of it. Kyle had seen far too many people hire contractors that cost an arm and leg and ended up half-assing the work.

“Stuffs great for making chocolate." Burt pointed out, seeing Kyle admiring his work. The pit bull beamed happily at that. “Not that I eat the stuff!" Burt quickly pointed out at the look Kyle gave him and the two shared a laugh.

Once more Kyle had to catch himself from touching the pit bull, if only in a friendly manner. Kyle might be openly gay but he wasn't about to force himself on someone that didn't reciprocate his feelings. Or risk having the pitbull bash his face in for his unwanted advance; Burt had been kind enough to offer his place, his home to a stranger who was in need. Kyle respected that too much to do anything. Only an hour and a half after meeting the guy and Kyle was already wanting to write home about it.

Burt was clumsy but did his best at cutting the tiny carrots in his “monster hands" as he pointed out.

“Oh woe is me." Kyle just replied with a roll of his eyes, making sure the dog was watching before skillfully cutting several carrots to perfect uniform pieces. “I took a class or two." Kyle admitted as Burt jaw dropped.

“The fuck am I doing with my life." Burt half sobbed, covering his face with an arm. Kyle could see the smile on his face though and gave him a playful punch. Burt chuckled, staring at him for a few seconds too long until Kyle blushed and looked away.

“So the next thing is..." Burt stopped, having to quickly turn around and look at the recipe they had made up from memory. Kyle wasn't sure why Burt was embarrassed that he had to look at the recipe for a reminder as to what the next step was. Kyle usually ended up looking up the recipe several times for each and every step.

“Ok, so these two are mine." Burt said looking at the sludge he ended up creating in the souffle cups, compared to the batter Kyle had made. It actually matched the picture he found in the cook book.

“For a guy that owns practically everything in a Master chefs kitchen." Kyle said looking over before quickly pulling away from the toxic stew Burt had churned up. “You seem to have issues cooking."

“It's these monster paws!" Burt just said holding up his hands and staring at them as if the fur was beginning to fall out.

“Explains all the ramen in the cupboards." Kyle chuckled having found the shelf full of insta-made dishes inside. Soups, pastas, minute rice. Everything one needed for a backup meal.

“We'll see when it comes out." Burt just stuck his tongue out. Kyle just laughed, once more blushed. Burt had a very large, long tongue and Kyle mind instantly dropped into the gutter seeing it stick in his face.

During the chore of getting all the ingredients out, the pit bull had put on a rather frilly apron and a large white chef hat. Things he clearly ordered from the internet at one time or other. He even had a pair of oversized lobster clawed oven mitts on as he put the dishes inside. Kyle didn't point out that they weren't needed until after that had been baked.

“Now we play the waiting game." Burt said with a toothy grin, and promptly grabbed a box of crackers on top of the fridge to snack on while they waited, tossing the oven mitts aside.

The two sat at the dinner table instead of getting comfy once more. Burt turned the TV back on but didn't skip the commercial as the two continued talking.

“Added the second story last year with a few friends of mine." Burt pointed up towards the ceiling. “Where the bedroom is. I only go up there to sleep. Only need to go up there for." He corrected himself a bit, still with the apron on. It was hard to take anything he said too seriously. “Don't like the confine area." Burt shuddered.

“Is that why the rest is so spacious?" Kyle asked looking around the open room. It was a great place to hold parties but at the same time it gave one very little sense of peace or privacy. Then again, the canine did live alone.

“Well, yeah. Basically." Burt nodded. “My old roomie..." Burt chewed on a cracker a little longer than need be. “Well he didn't like that much and wanted, you know, privacy and such. But it was his idea to open the place up!" Burt said quickly after as if trying to defend himself.

Kyle chuckled a bit, lifting up a hand and telling him he didn't need to explain it to him. “Roomies can be hell but it helps with the bills."

“Well when I bought the place, it was a piece of… work." The older dog chuckled at his own joke. “So thankfully it wasn't too expensive."

“You've been living here long then?"

“A bit, yeah. My brother used to live here a while back with his wife and kids but they moved for school." Burt just shrugged.

“How many siblings you have?" Kyle asked just to keep the conversation going. Burt had a husky, deep tone to his voice and it was rather relaxing to listen too. At some point the two had sat a bit closer to each other at the kitchen table instead of on either side. Burt kept bumping his knee into Kyle's.

“Let's see here..." Burt counted on his fingers before stopping. “I think Ten?" He finished with a shrug.

“You think? Damn, that's a lot though!" Kyle said. He heard most Anthro's ended up having large families due to giving birth to more than one kid at a time unlike humans which was a rare occurrence.

“Well, I'm not that close with my parents." Burt just gave a one shoulder shrug and left it at that. Kyle nodded, understanding the dilemma all too well.

“Do we have time to finish the episode before the souffles are done?" He asked, changing the subject.

Burt checked the time, looking at an old cuckoo clock up on the wall. “Not enough to finish it."

“Ah, damn." Kyle just said, tapping on the beer in hand. Burt had gotten one as well during their conversation. Kyle sipped at it, looking away. “It's good." He just said in a manner of small talk.

“A good friend makes his own stuff. Bottles it too. Anything he doesn't sell or want for himself, I get." Burt smiled, looking down at it and giving his belly a shake as if explaining why an old army dog had such a thing. The two had gone a bit silent, Kyle lost in his own thoughts. “If need be, I can give you a lift into town tomorrow." Burt spoke up, not making eye contact as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Well that would be handy." Kyle replied with a nod. “But I thought you said the place was closed until Monday?"

“Well, it is… but if you want to like, you know… get a place or somethin' to crash until then." Burt just said, dancing around the issue now.

“Oh, sorry." Kyle smiled embarrassed now. “I didn't mean to imply that I'd crash here until then." He said figuring Burt preferred solitude.

Living out in the middle of the woods, with the nearest neighbor a good half mile away usually meant that someone preferred it that way.

“That wouldn't be a problem, no!" Burt countered, figuring Kyle was bummed out that he was stuck here until his car could get looked out. “I just, you know, figured you'd like your own place. There is a cute bed an' breakfast nearby even. I could, like, drop you off if you want."

“If you want too." Kyle said unsure now what Burt wanted. “I mean it'd be nice to not have to pay."

“Well if you did, or change your mind, you know you can just… ask." Burt repeated now, trying to give him an out if he wanted.

“Only if I, like, you know… overstay or something. Sure." Kyle just chuckled, feeling his palms sweating now as Burt leaned a bit closer. Kyle wasn't expecting the canine to place one of those large hands right over his own. Goosebumps formed on his arms at the touch. He blamed the fact it was so cold in here and that Burt was so warm.

“Ok. So it's settled." Burt just nodded.

Kyle had to ask, “what exactly is settled?"

“If'n you feel'n like you need'n your own place. I can like, drive you there." Burt nodded after speaking, as if agreeing with himself.

“Ok. An if'n you'n feel'n like'n you want your own'n space back." Kyle countered, trying to match the Southern drawl but failing before he started. “Just let me know. In."

“Ok!" Burt slapped his other hand on the table. “It's settled."

“Yeah," Kyle agreed not knowing what he was agreeing on exactly. Maybe they should have gotten this in writing?

“Let me give ya' a tour then!" Burt said, beaming happily and jumping up. He carefully took off the apron and set it on the counter before guiding Kyle around the whole place while their abominations cooked in the oven.

The pit bull showed him around the living room once more, wrapping an arm around him and giving the man a strong hug against himself. Kyle had to keep up with the dog's quickly paced tour.

“This is where I usually stay after work. Big screen TV, right next to the kitchen and it's super comfy." He added talking about the couch. “There's blankets in here," Burt opened up one of the side cabinets. It was filled from top to bottom in high class fuzzy blankets that, if stitched together, could probably cover the whole house. “The fire place," Burt said showing it off without even shutting the blanket closet.

Letting go, Burt crouched down and pet over the hearth beginning to explain how long it took to get every set up and how they accidentally miss measured and had to break it down and rebuild it. “It was so fun, reason why ya' don' drink on the job. What a day." Burt just sighed happily, thinking of the weekend spent. “Over here," he added grabbing onto Kyle's hand tightly and pulled him into the next room.

There were archways to each room but no doors between. “The side room is usually used for when family visits." He explains showing off the huge dining room and massive table. With ten siblings, Burt sized, they defiantly needed their own place to eat at. “The bedrooms upstairs, I'll show you later." He added offhandedly but made Kyle question it.

“The bathroom." Burt passed by that quickly enough and Kyle was glad it was the only room in the place with a door. “There's a shower you can use here." Burt showed off the nearby room. It looked more like a locker room with a shower stall installed in the wall. There wasn't a door here. No curtains either. “There's towels in here," Burt picked one up and sniffed it. “Mostly unused." He added with a chuckle.

“Oh, fun." Kyle added recalling his old football days.

“Laundry room," Burt just waved a hand at it without stopping. Kyle could see dust collecting on the machines. “The next is the pantry, help yourself!" Burt said with a large smile, turning around to face him. “When you do, let me know so I can help."

“You'd probably just burn instant rice." Kyle teased.

“That only happened twice." Burt rolled his eyes, pouting a bit. Kyle had been kidding.

A timer went off and the two headed back into the kitchen to see their masterpieces. Neither of the four turned out worthy of eating. Burt's seemed to both have committed suicide and sunk in on themselves the second they were introduced to the air. Kyle's looked nice but were bland and tasteless. So the two once more retreated back to the living room to finish the show while deciding what else to make.

Kyle was surprised how much had changed in such a very short time between the two. Burt was already in place and helped Kyle up and into the couch before pulling him over. Burt tossed a leg on the other side of him, hugged him to his chest and rewind the show to where they left off.

Kyle flushed at first but soon enough the two were in a heated argument about which judge was the most trusty worthy on their judgment, the “slutty broad" the show just hired to show more cleavage and if the feline on the show was just there to be more diverse.

“He doesn't even have a show." Burt insisted, tapping his finger firmly down on the couch. Once more Kyle found himself facing the pitbull, sitting between his legs, cross legged himself. “The guy has no credentials at all!"

“You just don't like him because he's a cat." Kyle pointed out. Calling the judge a cat instead of Anthro or feline would be politically offense but the canine didn't seem to mind.

“Still! He just graduated from some school and then was hired onto the show. He hadn't even run a kitchen before!" Burt kept insisting.

“Come on, it's all about Colin." Kyle said, talking about the main judge. A rather upstanding guy that owned a whole chain of restaurants with waiting lists until the end of next year.

“He's ok." Burt rested back a bit and closed his legs around the man sitting between them. Kyle didn't say anything about that as they got comfy. “A little too young." Burt frowned a bit.

“He's only a couple of years older than me." Kyle pointed out.

“Exactly! Genius kid doesn't know what it's like to work for what you got." Burt grumbled, scratching not at his own side but at Kyle's.

“Hey," Kyle chuckled, squirming a bit. “That tickles."

Burt sat up a bit, which Kyle soon regretted as his whole chest and sides were soon assaulted with scritches. The canines just grinned as Kyle squirmed, kicked and laughed until his face grew red.

“S-stop I beg you to stop!" Kyle just laughed, tears in his eyes by the time Burt finally did.

Kyle was on his back with Burt on top, shirtless and smiling down at him. Kyle blushed a bit more about to say something before the dog just scooted behind him, resting on his own back and pulling Kyle against him once more.

“So I'm right." Burt just chuckled, thinking nothing about it all. As if tickling him into submission was his way of winning the argument.

Kyle flushed a bit as Burt turned onto his side, tossing half his leg over Kyle's and watched the show with his chin on the man's head.

“Are you always this… friendly?" Kyle did ask, only a good ten minutes later when the commercials came back on. It wasn't until he felt the Pit bull grinding against him with something was clearly not his leg, that he decided to voice his complaints.

“Only with the guys I like." Burt said honestly, letting go a bit. “Sorry," he added scratching his neck once more. “I don' get many guests out here these days." Burt sat up a bit more, giving him some space. “So sorry, just… playin' around, ya' know?" Kyle gave a half nod, looking away and unable to meet his eyes. “It's just… with a dog!" Burt said a bit loudly, trying to explain himself. “You can tell! Ears or tail or whatever. Ya' can tell. Ya' was laughin' and havin' fun and just… got carried away."

“When was the last time ya' had someone too…?" Kyle trailed off a bit unsure where he was going with that.

Burt's ears fell to the side and he looked down, twiddling his thumbs. “It's been… a while. A long while. I moved out 'ere originally for that. Ended up… not going so well. Couldn't afford to just pick up an' move again. Been rough since..." Burt looked around. “It's such a big place, gets lonely." Burt ended up apologizing the next second. “Sorry, I'm usually not this emotional." He chuckled. “I just thought you were havin' fun. The beers not helpin' my case either?"

“You know, we never did end up having dinner." Kyle pointed out to change the subject. Burt perked up at that. “Care to join me, sous chef?"

“Hell ya'." Burt just grinned before frowning, stopping halfway up. “I'd be head chef. You'd be sous." And the two quickly got into the argument over it as they pulled out some steaks and ended up pan searing a couple, browning the outside of each before broil them in the oven.

“My kitchen." Burt finished with, pushing a finger against Kyle's chest and bumping their noses. The dog was the one to falter though. “Sorry," he added.

Kyle blushed a bit and ended up giving him a shove. “Stop apologizing, ya' big lug."

Burt raised an eyebrow, an gave him a playful shove back. So Kyle pushed him with another. And Burt finished this would be fight with a giant of a bear hug, squeezing just tight enough so Kyle couldn't move his arm.

“Tell me I'm master chef." Burt just grinned in his face.

“Ah, dog breath." Kyle coughed, jokingly but Burt frowned a bit. “Kidding, kidding." Kyle quickly said. “I think your breath is divine."

Burt gave him a queer look at that.

“Smells like balls and butts." Kyle just smirked.

Burt rolled his eyes. “You'd know." He ended up putting him down, tossing the Worcestershire sauce at him so he could put it away.

Burt was the one to stare as Kyle put it away, fishing around to see if there was anything else they could use.

“Mushrooms?" Kyle asked, pulling them out.

“Brilliant!" Burt nearly shouted. “Can always rely on my sous chef." The dog said taking the bundle and using his teeth to rip the plastic off. He dumped the whole thing into a frying pan and dropped a stick of butter in with it.

Kyle cleaned up most the mess they made while cooking and walked over to see if he could help. Burt lifted up his arm a bit and Kyle snuck under, the dog lowering it down over his shoulder. Burt tightened in a flex and let out a slow breath, loving the feel, the very contact of the man next to him. Kyle tried not to focus too much on the dog's sweaty pit resting on the back of his neck.

“So ya' don't mind the huggin'?" Burt asked, not looking at him as he stirred the mushrooms around with a spatula.

“Nah." Kyle said a bit softer than he meant. “I don't mind." And he used an arm to hug the canine's torso. Burt wagged his stub of a tail at that.

The two dished out their plates, Kyle waiting for Burt to take his… and Burt waiting for Kyle to take his. Which led to the two arguing once more.

“It's impolite to dish before your guest!" Burt just said following Kyle to the dinner table. The canine sat right next to the man, bumping his leg against his without a second thought.

“Well it's your house!" Kyle just rolled his eyes. “You're also like, twice my size. So I figured it'd be polite to let you dish. Its also your food." Kyle pointed out.

“Hey," Burt said looking at him.

“What?" Kyle countered looking back at him. And Burt smirked at that, licking the end of his nose and nearly causing Kyle to fall out of his chair. “You had some Worcestershire sauce on your nose."

And with that the two ate, talking about what their favorite meals were.

“Nothing with onions, grapes or chocolate." Burt made sure to point out, as if telling Kyle what he could possibly make while he was staying here. “I have none of them either. So don' be askin'!"

“I wasn't going too, sheesh." Kyle rolled his eyes, bumping his shoulder against the dog's bare chest. Burt took the chance and wrapped an arm around him, even while they still ate and just held him in a hug.

The dog was a musky big guy that had been working all morning and afternoon and still hadn't taken a shower. Kyle could smell that much.

“This is really good." Kyle noted, trying not to focus on those strong fingers holding his side.

“Yeah." Burt agreed, trying to cut up his steak with one hand. Kyle ended up just offering him a piece of his own. Burt didn't take the piece with his hand but just half swallowed Kyle's whole fork. “Very good!" Burt agreed, slurping off the utensil with his jowels.

Kyle gagged, looking at the drool covered fork. “Ew."

“It's just saliva." Burt rolled his eyes. “It's impolite not to use the same fork?" He asked as if trying to state it.

“You use this." Kyle just said, taking Burt's fork. “I'll use yours."

Kyle could nearly hear the gears in Burt's head turning as he tried to figure that out. “That doesn't make sense."

“So?" Kyle just countered.

The two picked on each other endlessly until the meal was done and even then they continued to sit there and tease one another. From the pajamas he was wearing, to the fact Kyle ended up crashing his car to the way the souffles had come out.

“Low blow." Burt pointed out that one before cracking a grin. Kyle wasn't reading for it as Burt nosed his face and under his chin as he laughed at the way his whiskers tickled his bare flesh.

“Yeah," Kyle chuckled once more with a blush. He gave the dog a push. Burt moved back and then, once more caught Kyle off guard, licked his cheek.

“Licks ok?" Burt asked only after doing the task.

“Drool covered kisses?" Kyle looked at him.

“Basically." Burt shrugged.

“Fine, just not on the face." Kyle teased.

“Deal." Burt smirked back and at that took his plate in, letting Kyle collect his thoughts.

After cleaning up a bit, they left their dishes to soak and headed back to the couch. Kyle rubbed his own gut. “I think I'm going to pop. I ate way too much."

“Been there." Burt agreed, passing him a beer.

“Thanks," Kyle took it and gave it a chug.

“You know I said you can get comfortable." Burt finally spoke up about the fact Kyle was still dressed as if he were going to a business meeting.

Kyle just chuckled, taking off his coat and undoing the top button on his pants. Burt rolled his eyes, grabbed the bottom of them and gave the pants a quick tug. “Burt!" Kyle said loudly as the canine lifted up both legs, and pulling the pants off, tossed them over the couch.

“Now the shirt." Burt said, but made no move.

“What If I feel more comfortable in them?" Kyle said back, blushing brightly only wearing a tshirt and a pair of briefs and socks now in front of the masculine pit bull. Kyle tried to hide his semi hard.

“Then you'd be lying." Burt gave him a wink but didn't move. He just watched him.

“Don't got to stare, creeper." Kyle said blushing some more as he got up a bit. Burt gave him bug eyes before they both laughed and Burt gave him a strong hug.

“Sorry, I just figured you needed it." Burt added talking about the pants. Kyle went tense as Burt placed a hand on his thigh. That coarse palm was strong, warm to the touch and sent goosebumps up his thigh.

“Just not used to all natural." Kyle just answered, shivering a bit. “It's cold." He added.

Burt nodded and moved over, pulling up one of the covers up and sliding his legs under it. He tossed it over Kyle's legs and the man could feel Burt slide over to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around him and resting back.

“We really got to finish this episode." Burt just chuckled, resuming it once more.

Kyle didn't say anything, being under the covers with the other man. Burt was defiantly warm and it was cold out. So, without a word, he agreed and slipped a bit further under them, resting against the pitbull some more.

Burt wrapped that arm around him, giving him a hug and resting back and the two enjoyed the show. Kyle ended up resting his head against Burt's side and the pitbull let out a growl of approval. It rumbled in his chest and Kyle could feel it against his cheek. As well as the sound and feel of the pit bulls thundering heartbeat.

At some point, Burt began brushing up against his feet with his own. Playing footsie with the man under the covers as they watched the show. Using his big toe to tug at the socks he was still wearing. It took a half hour to get them both off and Burt only smirked about it, neither saying a thing about it and just talking about the show.

The pitbull had started with one arm but by the end of the show he had both arms around the man, just holding him against himself as they watched the show. Burt was breathing a bit heavier than he had before and the room itself seemed to have warmed up a bit as the dog began to pant a bit. It had been too long since Burt had such good company over, someone that didn't mind hugging and touching. And the fact he was a cutie didn't hurt matters either.

When the episode ended, both figured they'd stop but neither did. Burt just turned the next one on, having recorded several in advance. Over the next episode Burt pulled Kyle up onto his lap and the dog had both arms and legs wrapped around the mans while they both just watched the show.

During the first commercial for the second episode, Kyle rested his cheek against the pitbull's bear chest. He could hear Burt's heart beating quickly within. Burt took a sharp breath before pulling Kyle away a bit, leaning down to nuzzle at his face. He didn't say anything or stop him and so Burt continued, licking over his neck and chest.

Kyle gasped, breathing in sharply and bring both his arms up to wrap around the pitbulls neck, locking his fingers together.

Burt growled in approval as he nuzzled rougher against him, nipping at his chest through the shirt he wore. Having enough of it, Burt let go to lay him on his back so he could reach inside and under the shirt and pulled it up slowly over the man's head. Kyle shivered a bit, embarrassed as the dog stared at his body.

“While you're here," Burt spoke up softly. “Don't wear a shirt." It was an order and Kyle shuddered at the heavy, sultry tone the pit bull had used with him. And with that Burt traced his fingers along the curves of his body and around him.

“What if it's cold?" Kyle teased, resting against the pitbull a bit. Burt pushed his big stomach back against him with a playful growl.

“Then use me." Burt just said and bent down, just enough to let out his breath against Kyle's lips. “You said I can't lick your face." Burt reminded the man. “Everything else was free game," and with that as a warning move down to lick over Kyle's chest and nipple, teasing it with his teeth before lapping up over his shoulder and groaning loudly after.

Kyle stifled a moan himself, blushing hotly and looking at the man half laying on top of him at this point.

“I d-didn't know you were into guys." Kyle ended up saying the first thing that came to mind.

Burt swallowed, and Kyle was sure he was blushing under that dark gray fur. “I'm usually not." Burt admitted. “I'm not that sexual." The dog went onto say. “It's been a long time since my last… relationship." Burt swallowed loudly. “I just… this feels right."

Kyle blushed a bit. “I wanted you since I saw you." Kyle chuckled a bit. “But that's not true either… physically." He said as Burt looked up at him. “I wanted your body but now…" Kyle swallowed once more and moved a bit closer. “Burt," he just said the canine's name before giving him a kiss.

Burt was taken back, not used to kissing. Licking and nuzzling was his thing. Kissing was a new experience for the dog and it was awkward with his muzzle and the man's lips, but they made due and Burt quickly returned the kiss. Laying Kyle onto his back as he sucked on his face, sliding his drooling tongue into the man's mouth and tasting him.

The show might've started, but neither of them really cared at this point as they kissed. Touching every inch of each other, letting their hands explore freely as they looked deep into each others eyes and their tongues danced each others maws.

“I'm glad you stayed." Burt huffed, practically on top of him now. The dog was mindful to keep the covers over both of them, even with his steaming body he wanted the man to warm. Comfortable and for him to never put his cloths back on or have reason too.

“I'm glad you found me." Kyle just replied, smirking a bit. Burt reached down to pet the side of his face, cradling his whole head in his palm as he stared into those eyes.

“No, I'm glad you found me." Burt told him, leaning down to attempt his first kiss.

Kyle had to tilt his head to the side for their lips to lock. He wasn't used to it as they kissed, the share of saliva and the fact the pit bull seemed to be drooling purposely into him now as he gave him wet, sloppy kisses that made loud smacking sounds in the huge house. Burt rubbed over his shoulders and held his arms down, kissing him further and watching as the man had to taste his body, swallow it and enjoy the flavor of him. He wanted to see the look on his face until Kyle was gladly accepting it, of him and only then did Burt stop.

Kyle coughed a bit, wiping his mouth clean blushing even further as the pit bull laid next to him. Burt pet over his face, looking into his eyes before swallowing loudly himself.

They both were hard by now and neither of the two were sure how they wanted to go about it. Neither of them wanted to rush this experience.

Burt was the first to do anything, he reached down and fondled himself. Rubbing his heavy sack all over his hand and palm and brought up that same hand and just wiped it over Kyle's face, his neck and over his chest with a low growl.

Kyle flushed as he blinked a few times.

“Does that smell like balls?" Burt asked now, teasing his man as he scooted closer, pulling Kyle's hips until they slammed into his own. Burt grinded his fat, plump sheath against Kyle's bulged, hidden away in his briefs still.

“No," Kyle just glared back before smirking. “Maybe you should do it again." And that got a deep growl out of Burt as he pushed him back and crawled on top of him.

Kyle expected to just start making out again but Burt hadn't been joking when he said he'd lick him all over. His chest and shoulder, under his arms and over his nipples. The dog slurped at tasted him, nipping and biting, chewing at his skin every now and then and leaving bruised hickies behind. The dog only growled further when Kyle moaned at the last one, Burt could feel himself starting to pre at the sound this man was making for him.

The pit bull didn't stop there, moving down to nose and rub his whole snout over the man's bulge, slurping it through the fabric and nosing the crook of his leg and taking a slow, deep lung filling breath of this man's scent. It wasn't as rich as Burt's but it'd do.

The dog sat back, pulling one of the man's legs up and began rubbing his nose and snout against his foot. Licking and kissing at the toes as the pit bull shoved his own foot into Kyle's face. Unsure what else to do, the man just followed suit. Kissing each toe as he rubbed and massaged it's sole.

The dog didn't stay there for long as if just doing whatever he felt like, letting his wants and needs guide him to what he needed.

Burt got up just enough to take off his pajamas and Kyle saw that the Pit bull wasn't wearing anything underneath. A hefty sack hung between the canine's legs, swaying with his movements. A fat, plump sheath shook as the pit bull tilted his head back and just groaned at the feel of those constricting cloths finally being off.

Kyle was about to ask but Burt had sat back, lifting one leg up and motion for Kyle to get closer. Once he had the pit bull just held his head and guided that face right down against his sack, wrapping his lifted leg around the man as Burt rested back.

The feel of that body between his legs made the dog whimper, so pleased about all of this. He just tossed the covers over both his lower body and Kyle and let the man stay there. He might keep him there for the rest of the night, if he was good.

Kyle was breathing hotly. All he could smell was the dog's musky groin. His nose had been pushed into that hefty bean bag sack and the musk on it rubbed off against it. Burt reached down to grab hold of his sack and rub it, pushing it against the man's face and dragging it down it. Kyle didn't have time to respond as he was soon pushed, nose first, against the pit bull's taint. His nose was right underneath the sweaty sack and Kyle brained began to fizzle out at the raw masculine smell of this pit bull.

He took a slow breath of Burt as the pit bull rested back, petting over his head now lovingly so. “Comfortable?" Burt lifted up the covers to look down at him. He bit his lower lip, having not to moan at the sight of the man between his legs with his fat sack draped over his face. “Good, sweet boy. You'll be sleeping there for the next couple of nights." And the pit bull laid the blanket back down, resting back and didn't need to do a single damn thing for the rest of the night as he was pleased so.

Kyle only flushed further from the heat radiating off the pit bull's crotch, the musky heat of it washing over his face as he slid himself closer, resting down on the couch. He could feel Burt shift at his wanted touch, holding onto his thigh, gripping it as he moved up to kiss at his fat sheath.

Burt gritted his teeth at the feel of the man tasting his length, licking up to the opening and inside. He breathed heavily, rolling his head back, wrapping a leg around Kyle and giving him a

squeeze for that.

Kyle could taste the pre dribbling from the pit bull's tip that was only now beginning to poke free. Kyle wasn't sure how it even fit, being larger than the opening and he had to use a hand to help coax the beast from it's den. Burt gave a sigh of relief for that.

Kyle ignored it soon after, moving back down to kiss at his sack and his inner thigh. Licking at it, down it and underneath. Burt held his sack up, bucking his hips a bit as Kyle began teasing his taint. Nipping at the flesh with his teeth and taste it all the way down to the pit bull's black fleshed tail hole.

Burt did react at that, pushing himself up a bit with both legs and clawed at the couch as Kyle tasted him. “Fuck pup," Burt huffed. “You don't kid around."

It had been too long since someone had played with the big pit bull and he was beginning to show it. His fat length had slurped free of his sheath and was drooped out over his stomach to rest on his chest. The end of the black shaft oozing a musky fluid that drizzled down his chest. Burt slurped his lips, resting back down and pushing his rear against the other man. Tilting his cock upwards so it tented the blankets he was still under.

Then down, over Kyle's face as the pit bull took his thickening member in one hand and the man's face in the other. Playing with himself under the covers as he rubbed one against the other, letting it ooze all over the man, his man and treat him like the bitch he was. Slapping him in the face with it as he scooted down, pushing his groin against the all too eager fellow.

Burt sat up a big, crossing his legs around Kyle as he rubbed the whole of the man's body against his throbbing rock hard length. Using his big belly to push it against Kyle further as he laid down on the man, rubbing his fat head against his face.

“Damn, you feel so good." Burt growled, pushing his sex further against the other man. “No quips? No comment?" The pit bull just smirked, proud that his girth and size could stifle any argument Kyle might've had.

“Why complain over such a good thing?" Kyle just teased, bending his head a bit as he looked up at Burt, making sure the pit bull was watching as he tasted, lick the slit of his cock. Running his hands over it's girth and tracing the veins with a finger. All the way down to the base and give it a good pump. It spurted over his face, making Kyle close his eyes and spit out a bit, not expecting the amount of pre.

“It's self lubricating." The dog teased, sitting him up a bit to lick over and clean the man's face, petting the side of it with a hand and kissing him once more. Burt didn't swallow what he had cleaned up, instead he gave it back to Kyle. Slurping it into his mouth and making sure the man drank every drop of him.

Burt reached down to grab one of Kyle's legs, wrapping it around himself so the man could sit on his lap somewhat.

“Here," the pit bull was the one to tease, moving his cock down and behind the man, having to move Kyle out of the way, then pulling him back so he was sitting on it. “Better?"

“Sort of?" Kyle was breathing heavily, his own cock rock hard as he grinded it against Burt's big belly. “Not sure how we'll deal with it though." Kyle said, more as a question as if Burt had some idea.

“Could mount you like a bitch." Burt huffed, nipping at him playfully.

“Like a bitch?" Kyle ended up teasing, playing with both his nipples now.

“You. Being the bitch." Burt correct, frowning at him. “Don't ruin this for me." He added.

“I won't," Kyle said before twisting both his nipples and making the canine kick out, howling a bit, biting his lower lip and spurting even more pre onto the blanket that had been cast aside at this point.

“Damn," Burt huffed. “Like it kinky do we?" He growled as if that was a challenge.

“What? Have I been bad." Kyle grinned, having explored his fair share of the kinky world out there.

“Maybe." Burt smiled. “Might have to tie you up," he huffed petting over Kyle's neck with the back of his middle finger. “You'd look great in my collar." The dog grinned as Kyle blushed. “Leash you up and spank your fine ass." Burt just continued, giving him a strong hug as he pulled him against him.

“Only if you were holding the end of it." Kyle played along, kissing his chest. It was so nice for a change, to be held like this. In such burly arms, against such a strong chest by this broad shoulder dog. He dealt with far too many twinks in his day and he loved Burt's girth, in more than one way.

Burt grunted at that, his ears splaying out a bit.

“Hold that thought." The dog just ended up saying, licking his nose before moving Kyle back onto the couch. The pit bull got up, butt naked and rock hard, and quickly moved across the room. Kyle laughed at the sight.

Burt disappeared only for a second and Kyle could hear him rustling in a drawer. He appeared the next second holding not one, but two collars and a long black leather leash between them.

“I thought you were joking." Kyle smiled, resting back as the dog headed back over.

Burt had gotten a bit softer but it was still a sight to behold.

“Here," Burt said crawling up on the couch on his knees and reaching over with one of the collars. He didn't even weight before undoing it and wrapping it around Kyle's neck. He gave it a few good tugs just to make sure it was tight and then proceeded to put his own on.

Kyle had thought the leash was only connected to his own but in fact the leash was connected to the collar Burt was wearing. The dog even had a name tag on it, reading Burt. The one Kyle had? Read Bitch.

“Nice." Kyle smirked, checking the dog out.

Burt gave a tug on the leash, but not with his hand. Instead the pit bull used his thick neck and measured the distances he needed to tug the man. Or maybe to see how far Kyle could get away from him.

“Good." Burt just smiled, crawling back over to lick his cheek. “I won't need to take this off now." He pulled Kyle in, both hugging and grinding against him.

“Come again?" Kyle asked, turning a bit so he was facing the dog. Burt just nosed at his face some more, sniffing his hair and running his hands through the other side of it.

“You'll be keeping it on, so long as ya' are here." Burt just told him as he rubbed one leg over Kyle's and hugged it with both of his own.

Kyle was about to object but the pit bull just pushed his groin against his, rubbing his enormous self against Kyle's own impressive package. The feel of it, of him silenced any issue he had about it as Burt turned his head once more for the two to make out like horny high school students.

It was noisy, it was messy and each of the libidos were in control the entire time as they kissed, groped, felt up, grind and humped against one another. Burt dragged his toes down on of Kyle's legs, biting the man's lower lip softly and giving it a tug.

“Fuck," Kyle finally gave in. The man was panting, sweating and was painfully hard at this point. “I don't know how much more I can take." He bit at Burt's chest as the dog pressed him against it, growling deeply as he gave him one more strong hug.

“Get on all fours then." Burt ordered, gripping his hips and turning them around.

Kyle obeyed, dripping himself as he got into the position. He wasn't sure how he was going to take Burt and at the moment, that wasn't his concern. The fervor lust of the night was getting to him, making his thoughts fuzzy and he just had to have him. Feel him inside and fill him up.

Burt didn't just mount him, instead he coaxed the hips open a bit more and traced a finger around his tail hole. The dog held both his thighs now with his strong grip and nosed forward. Kyle jumped at the cold feel of that wet bumpy nose just above his tail hole. Then Burt slurped over it, licking and teasing the sensitive flesh.

Kyle arms gave out and he was face first against the couch as the dog propped him with that wide tongue of his. Forcing it in and pushing around at all the sides, easing his muscles and stretching them for what was to come. Burt stayed like that for longer than Kyle ever known someone would. Making sure he was good and loose with a finger, then two and finally three. Gently forcing each other in and stopping every time there was too much resistance. Letting the man adjust to him before proceeding any further.

It seemed like a chore but Burt didn't seem to mind a single bit. This wasn't a meet and fuck Kyle had realized. Burt honestly could spend the full night with him, making sure he was ready for what was to come.

And even when it did, he wasn't sure if he was ready for it.

Burt length had gone flaccid over the half hour of working and teasing Kyle's hole. The pit bull didn't seem to mind, as if that was what he had been waiting for as he got up a bit and pressed his chest onto Kyle's back.

“Ready, hun?" Burt growled in his ear, giving it a soft love bite.

Kyle only nodded, unsure if he ever could fully be. He was at least thankful for all the work Burt had done and the fact the dog's head was tipped almost spear like. It was easier for the half sized length to push itself inside. The rest of his girth was human, fat and throbbing and Kyle soon felt every inch of him slowly beginning to slide inside. Forcing his tail hole open larger than it ever had received before; every inch of him made Kyle grunt, having to bite one of the pillows from crying out as Burt gave a good hump to force himself further in.

“You ok, hun?" Burt continued to ask. Every time stopping to make sure before starting up once more. Even with his saliva coated hole, it was a rough start. Kyle could feel Burt's fatty dog tip spurting that lubricating pre and the canine would pull back before using it to push further inside. Greasing up his innards.

Burt laid fully on him, using his arms and legs to help hold himself up as he began rocking his hips into Kyle. The two both knew the pit bull wouldn't be able to get every inch of his monster in and neither of them seemed to mind as it finally started.

Burt's weight and size put more than enough pressure on the man as he began shaking the very couch they both were on. Still Burt made sure to ask if he liked it, if he was ok and that he was going to take a fat load soon enough. The pit bull even reached around, not to treat Kyle's length, but to rub the man's stomach.

“Going to be full of my pups soon." Burt growled heavily and the pit bull kept saying it. As if coaxing himself into doing it.

Kyle was huffing, just staring at the couch. He tried to reach down to help himself along but Burt told him not too. Telling him he'd finish when the pit bull did too. As if to press the point, Burt bent down to clamp his jaws around the man's shoulder. Holding it tightly with his teeth, just enough to leave indentation of his teeth afterwards.

Burt couldn't talk anymore and instead he started making animal sounds. Grunting growls and moaning howls as he felt that rising pressure building up, more and more in his sack. The feel of this tight man, his bitch, his mate was wonderful. Amazing and Burt just kept leaking, more than he had in his life. The sound he was making, the smell and feel of him. The fact he was going to carry his pups.

It wasn't until Burt pressed his fat knot against Kyle's tail hole that the man had any sort of complaints. They all fell on deaf ears as the dog forced him down onto his chest, rear high up into the air and using that leverage pushed past that resistance and locked himself in, tying with the man he was growing to love so much.

Kyle came at that. The pressure of that knot slipping inside him, the feeling of it engorging and ceiling him better than any butt plug could was just too much. It wasn't much, he knew in comparison to Burt's, but Kyle ended up just crying out into the blankets. Moaning loudly and tightening his whole body around Burt. The dog just let his seed spill, onto their mating grounds. Letting it mix into the mess he himself had already made. He could roll around in it later if he wanted...

That thought was almost enough. One thought after another was building up his release. Hearing Kyle crying out, feeling his mates pleasure ripple through his own body. The smell of his release, everything was bringing him to the point of overflowing and the fact Burt was holding back only made every single second before that much better. Teasing himself, denying his own release as his legs flexed and sack clung to his body. Forcing himself to hold it in as long as he could...

And then he came. It wasn't fast, it wasn't hard but the pit bull came. And he didn't stop as his length throbbed and pulsed with one load after another that spilled into Kyle without stopping. He knew his mates belly would be sagging as more of his seed spilled into him. Filling him up.

Burt pulled back, arcing his back as he shoved as much of his length in that could physically fit. He pulled on the leash just using his neck, forcing Kyle to arc his back with him as the dog howled to heavens in pure bliss.

This moment, in this second, here with him… that was all he ever needed or wanted. His howl filled the house as his seed filled his mate.

“This is my mate!" Burt ended up shouting. “My fuckin' mate. There are many like it, but this one is mine!" He snarled, bending down to lick over Kyle's back and neck and shoulder where he had bit him. Something primal taking over him as he wrapped his arms around the man, still humping into him as he snuggled and rubbed against him. Clinging to him tightly as if afraid he'd slip away.

Knotted and leashed, the two both knew that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon.

Burt turned Kyle over, making him wince a bit as that fat length turned inside him. The man was sweating, panting heavily and had made a mess all over his front. Burt gave a grin at that before giving him a soft kiss and then cleaning him up, licking every inch he could reach, and the dog was surprisingly flexible. Even still tied to him, the pit bull was able to bend down and lick, slurping over Kyle's flaccid length and over his balls.

Burt even lifted up his legs, one at a time, to lick over and nuzzle before laying him back softly, slowly laying down with him and bumping their noses together.

“Are you stilling coming?" Kyle ended up asking a few minutes later.

“Just a bit." Burt smirked, closing his eyes as he snuggled in. “I'll be leaking for the rest of the night." Burt rubbed over his stomach.

Kyle just felt bloated as he lay back, wrapping an arm around the pit bulls head and closed his eyes for the night.

Burt whimpered a bit as his sensitive tip jumped once more, still leaking profusely. Kyle just scratched behind one ear until he settled down. Then he himself did the same, falling asleep with a big lug, salt of the earth man he didn't know still existed.