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Cooking With Fire

(The Fifth Food Group)

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Summer had been an otherworldly experiment for Robert; he got Don all to himself for weeks. They established something of a routine when they got back from the camping trip and it was so easy as to be almost second-nature to the young man. Don had started his job at the massage parlor which left Robert home alone to tend to the house. The Human made the most of it, taking the opportunity to handle a variety of tasks he'd left undone during the school year.

Within the first two weeks Robert had the kitchen completely customized. Having obtained Don's blessing, the young man had moved the various pots and pans around, rearranged the cooking utensils, and relegated the cups, dishes, and silverware to a singular area, making everything much more efficient in the same way as the demo kitchens at school. It was that easy-to-access simplicity that he'd been missing those many long months during classes and he felt much more accomplished once he had things his way.

The nights between rearranging the kitchen were just as meaningful, but a lot more enjoyable. He and Don spent their time together doing a little of everything. Some nights they'd binge watch a few shows on Netflix on others the Dog would get a cooking lesson so Robert could have some help as he practiced his baking; those nights usually resulted in some amazing desserts, and, on more than one occasion, some over-full stomachs. Just as often, when they hadn't overdone dinner, Robert ended up full in another sense; both were equally enjoyable in their own way.

Once the kitchen was done, Robert moved onto his bedroom. Having finally had the time to figure out what worked well and what didn't in his abode, the young man had the spare hours in the day to rearrange everything to fit his needs. Of course, right him after having spent two days doing that, Don brought up the thought suggestion that they spend their remaining alone time co-habitating in the master bedroom. There wasn't really much of an objection beyond all the work Robert had done getting his own room in order, but, he reasoned, there'd be plenty of time for him to spend in it alone; for the time being, he would share with his Dog.

Another two days passed before Robert had Don's room likewise organized. He took special care not to disturb any of Don's possessions, rather, he used the time to generally straighten things up and position the few belongings he brought down the hall with him in a way that wouldn't disturb the Spartan decorations that the Great Dane had in place. In all, Don's room was relatively empty, which made sense considering the size of the Dog. It wasn't hard to admit that if Robert had been like Don he wouldn't have wanted to have numerous things to squeeze past or have his tail risk knocking over. As such, he kept his additions to the room to a minimum during his stay, and enjoyed his time with the Great Dane all the same.

The weeks passed quickly and enjoyably and, before he knew it, Robert was on the receiving end of another invitation to go out. Don had taken a week off of work, and that was when the Human remembered the family camping trip. The Dog spent his first day off at home, happily getting all of his gear ready to go; Robert, who realized he'd have several days without his dearest Dog was the exact opposite of happy.

It didn't take Don long to notice. By the afternoon the Great Dane had paused in his preparations to sit down on the sofa next to the Human and wrap an arm around him. "What's wrong, Robert?"

Having always believed that honesty was the best policy, Robert answered in as forthright but non-accusatory manner as he could manage. "You're going to be gone all Friday and the entire weekend... it's not going to be the same here without you."

Don waited for Robert's lengthy sigh to finish before patting him on the back, tail beating out a quick rhythm on the sofa. "Well... good thing you're not going to be moping around here the whole time then, right?"

"Huh?"

The Great Dane's ears went up. "You forgot... didn't you?"

Robert paused. "I what?"

The Great Dane grinned wide at the question. "I've been wondering why you haven't been getting ready too. In case you didn't remember, Mom said I'd better not show up without you... you're coming with."

That statement changed his entire outlook of the next several days. In one sense, he was just a little intimidated when it came to the idea of camping again, especially with Don's entire family. On the other hand, Robert liked his boyfriend's family and it meant he wouldn't be without his Dog for the extended weekend. His answer was therefore pretty straight forward. "Oh. Right!"

He continued to stare at Robert, and then, as his tail started wagging again, he added "Well? Go start getting ready!"

The Human didn't delay.

* * * * *

Their drive up to Dog Lake gave Robert a sense of deja vu and it hadn't really even been that long since their last visit. At the same time, however, there was something new to it-- Robert had a sense of understanding. He knew what to expect and the previous experience he'd had alongside Don helped him keep the 'going-camping jitters' down. The topics they chose for their discussion were also different, and started with talk about birthdays, but they reached it in a round-about way: a discussion about packing.

Don started things with an innocent question. "Did you remember to pack everything you'll need for the weekend?"

Robert thought about it, going over his list in his head. "Well, I have four changes of clothing just in case I get dirty or wet. I have some extra layers in case the weather changes, and I have a pair of hiking boots in addition to my sneakers."

The Great Dane lifted his ear closest to Robert and turned it toward him even though his eyes stayed on the road. "Okay... and your sleeping pad and sleeping bag? A pillow? What about a backpack in case we go hiking?"

To be honest, Robert hadn't even considered hiking. "Everything except the backpack... I'm not really sure why I'd need one to be honest."

That was apparently the wrong thing to say since the Dog transferred over into the slow lane before shooting him a look. "You're not serious. Right?"

The Human shrugged. "Well, I didn't have one last time."

Don sighed and shook his head. "Well, I'm sure mom'll have Randy pack one even though he never goes hiking-- you should be fine using his."

Robert followed up on the concern. "Is it really THAT important? I mean... am I going to need it?"

The Great Dane motioned over his shoulder. "You have that knife set back home you use for cooking, yeah?"

The Human nodded. "The Chef set? Of course. Why does that--?"

"Every time you go to class you pack em up in that big black carrying case and head on out the door. Why bother with the carrying case?"

Robert blinked blankly and then took the opportunity to gaze at Don just like the Dog had done to him. "That's a lot of knives and they're easier to carry when they're in a bag. What does that have to do with-- oh."

Even part way through his question it began to make sense. Don had gone on-and-on about the hikes his dad liked to take and how Robert would doubtlessly be invited along. Even though the Human seemed to understand, the Great Dane spelled it out for him regardless, counting off a list by tapping the corresponding finger on the steering wheel. "If we're going hiking then you'll need a water bottle, a basic first aid kit, probably a snack to keep your caloric intake up, and a coat or sweater in case we're up high and stay out late. That's all in addition to the stuff my dad takes on top of all that."

The situation started to sink in and Robert felt particularly sheepish. "Oh... so... uh... if we go it'll be you and me and your dad... aaaaaand...?"

The half-asked question was enough to get an answer out of Don. "Well, the hike usually started out as a me-and-my-dad thing, but when Chris came of age she got invited too. She used to go with but last year she bowed out-- the usual teen angst thing. No idea what's going on this year. Mom has always stayed back at camp to tend to things and watch over whichever pups don't come with me and dad. In another year or two we'll probably invite Randy but for now it'll be just three or four of us."

Not (just) to change the topic, Robert took the opportunity of Randy coming up in the discussion and he reached into the back and grabbed one of several paper bags he'd loaded up with various food supplies. "That reminds me... I got some of those Peanut Butter Twix you mentioned Randy likes. You said that his birthday's coming up, right?"

Don nodded. "That's one of the celebrations we have while we're out camping every year. We always try to make sure that we can be at Dog Lake on whatever weekend lands closest to the fifth."

Robert took a moment to consider the date. "Today's Friday the second, so the fourth is on a Sunday this year."

The Great Dane nodded again. "Right. And we'll be staying until Monday afternoon."

The casual talk continued for the rest of the trip, which helped Robert recover from his mistake in forgetting a backpack but it also made a big difference getting out of the house and having time to forget everything they left behind. It hadn't been easy since his father's visit and there were still moments at the house when he was reminded that he had no life back home to return to.

It didn't hurt quite as much at that point and he was comforted by the presence of his canine boyfriend. Their discussion remained light-hearted and upbeat, helping Robert to slowly ease into the extended vacation. His stress level stayed down until they pulled into the parking spot at Dog Lake; Don's family was already there.

It was mid-afternoon when they arrived and, based on their status of unpacking, Don's family had only just parked as well. Patty had a plaid blouse on with jeans along with a wide brimmed hat that had two thin slits in it to allow he rears to poke through. She was monitoring Randy, who was dressed in a short-sleeve Pokemon T-shirt and knee-length jean shorts. He was already interested in running off toward whatever-it-was that interested him, making his mom's job particularly attention-absorbing.

Chris was standing off to the side typing away on her cell. As with when Robert saw her on Christmas she had stuck to her particularly angsty-teen look, although, he noticed, the fur atop her head had been dyed bring pink; it was a particularly striking contrast to her dark colored shirt and black jeans. She did, he noticed, wear hiking boots, which at least indicated that she wasn't unreasonable when it came to utility.

As Don parked, the two of them got out of the car and the Great Dane immediately went over to help his dad. Oby, despite being middle aged was a striking figure; his athletic was physique clearly visible in his skin tight short sleeve shirt and his field khaki's clung to his muscular rump as he reached into the back of their SUV; Robert felt a little self-conscious when he realized that he was admiring Don's dad's body. A moment later he almost giggled when he reasoned that it was obvious where Don got his build.

Oby's greeting snapped Robert out of the thoughts by almost catering to them. "So? What'cha ya think, Robert?"

The Human very nearly referenced his assessment of Oby before stumbling over his words and correcting himself. "It's beautiful here. Don brought me camping at the beginning of the summer so he could be sure I wouldn't make a fool of myself."

Don had apparently not missed Robert's innocent ogling and chided him good-naturedly. "Apparently you can still do that even after all the camping training."

Oby's ears went up as he looked from teen to teen. "Oh? What's poor ol' Robert done? We're not even inta day one yet."

Robert's heart jumped up into his throat at the prospect of Don calling him out. His boyfriend clapped him on the back and stated with a smirk "He didn't bring a backpack for the hike tomorrow."

Oby laughed at that and waved away the concern. "Bah... if that's the only thing he does wrong the whole trip then we can call that a win."

The discussion was cut short as Patty called from the back of the vehicle "There's plenty of time for chatting later, boys-- we have a camp site to set up, you know."

As Robert had learned during his first stay with Don's family, Patty's requests were as good as orders. The afternoon was spent picking out a camp site, then settling in and unpacking the essentials. While numerous items were unpacked from the vehicle, they didn't actually set up camp right away. There were signs that they had plans for dinner and the packed up tents were placed in the rough location they'd take up when camp was set, but first, Robert was surprised to see, they took a break for some music.

Oby had packed his fiddle, which came out in a flourish. Robert remembered enjoying watching Oby and Don play back at the house but, he realized, there was no piano out in the forest. Just as the Human was considering his boyfriend's lack of an instrument he froze as Oby handed Don a harmonica. As the two started an upbeat song with that certain 'southern twang', Robert was blindsided again when Chris joined them with a banjo.

He fumbled, trying to say something twice, but failed; he honestly didn't expect Chris to be the musical type. In the end, Patty joined him and spoke quietly "She learned as a puppy... doesn't play at home anymore, but it's a tradition when we camp."

Robert watched the three of them go through the song and was surprised to see that Chris actually looked happy for once. They meshed well together, which made sense considering the bonds of family. His meandering thoughts caught on that and he felt a pang of... pain? ...regret? ....jealousy. Yes-- it was jealousy. Realizing he hadn't responded to Patty he spoke back quietly. "It looks like they're having fun."

Her soft touch pressed against his shoulder and she looked toward him. Whether Robert had a tell or she was just really perceptive he didn't know. "What's wrong, sweety?"

The young managed to bring her back toward the car so they were a decent distance from the camp before he started to cry. Everything came out in a rush as he addressed emotions he thought he'd handled and they bubbled back to the surface. Don's family seemed so perfect and his own was so flawed. Everything seemed right, accepting, and safe with the Dogs while his household was wrong, hateful, and broken.

The moment he started crying she was right there, embracing him and offering him comfort but, unlike his own parents, made no move to stop him and never once told him to man-up. She listened intently as he let it all out, speaking on the topic and telling her just how hard it had been to hold it together. As he started to calm down he reinforced that Don had been amazing during that time and, when the crying ended he was also quick to offer an apology. "I-- I'm sorry... it's--"

She interjected, holding up a paw. "No, sweety... you don't have to apologize for anything. You're only mortal, and it's perfectly okay to have emotions."

By that time Robert was uncomfortable enough with the situation that he was looking for an escape. They were standing next to the Dogs' SUV and, as his eyes meandered, he saw the collection of ice boxes and cooler in the back. "Oh-- Hey... We should probably unload dinner..."

Although Robert realized that his offer was a very thinly veiled request to change the topic, Patty was benevolent enough to let it slide, but she concluded the discussion with a simple-yet-heartfelt statement. "Robert, you know that Don thinks the world of you. Maybe you realize it and maybe not, but just in case you need to hear it: you're part of this family now too, sweety."

The statement was enough to make Robert start crying again but he (just barely) managed to avoid it. Instead, he turned and gave the Great Dane a big hug; even out in the wilderness she still smelled like lavender. "Thanks... Mom"

* * * * * *

The music lasted for several different songs and, toward the end even Randy joined in, singing along with the others. Robert helped Patty with getting the different foods ready for cooking and thanks to his prior experience with Don, the Human already knew exactly what he wanted to do with the standing grill fixtures. Patty, however, threw him for a loop as she began setting up what looked like a roasting spit. When she saw him looking at her she grinned wide. "Care to learn how to cook on a campfire the traditional way?"

She didn't have to ask him twice. They started by talking about recipes while she showed him the steps to prepare a campfire for cooking. She had a fair number of manufactured items but she also pointed out ways to handle the different components if none were available; it blew Robert's mind. While they got the campsite ready to make dinner Don and Oby set up the different tents while Randy "supervised" with Chris supervising to make certain the pup's "supervising" didn't get in the way of work.

Once the majority of the prep work was out of the way Robert's discussion with Patty slowly changed direction and he mentioned the gift he brought for Randy. "I hope you don't mind, but I got two Peanut Butter Twix... I heard it's his birthday on Sunday."

Patty's face lit up immediately and a wide smile spread across her muzzle. "Well thank you, honey-- I'm sure he'll love it. I hope Don doesn't get jealous."

The statement caught me off guard. "Uh... why? Does he like them too?"

She smirked, rolling her eyes as she set an entire chicken on a spit. "No... I mean because his birthday is tomorrow."

Robert, who hadn't actually been aware of Don's birthday looked at her bewildered. "Oh? His birthday's tomorrow?"

He'd spoken louder than he'd planned and he heard Oby call Don on that, chiding, and with a solid amount of humor in the accusation. "Hear that, boy? Sounds like Robert can't remember your birthday."

Don immediately came to his defense. "It just never came up so I didn't tell him, Dad. That's all."

Oby apparently wasn't willing to settle for that answer. "Oh yeah? Well then, why don't you tell us HIS birthday? No hints, Robert!"

In truth, Robert's family never really celebrated birthdays past the age of ten or eleven so it had completely lost any meaning to him and, to his recollection, he'd never mentioned it to his boyfriend. Don said as much. "Like I said-- it didn't come up."

The older Great Dane's ears raised. "Well now... that kinda forgetfulness can cause some problems later on."

Patty got into the friendly ribbing. "Oh come on, Honey-- it's not that hard. Look. Robert, sweety... when is your birthday?"

It actually took a second for Robert to remember. "Um... July. July 24th."

Apparently even Chris wasn't immune to the game of 'pick on Don'. "Wow... so less than two weeks ago, and neither of you said anything? Yeah-- true love right there."

Randy was quick to chime in "Mine's on Sunday!"

Don, being the center of attention, was more than ready to pass the attention off onto his younger brother. "Oh yeah? What do you want to do for your birthday, kiddo?"

Oby gave him a light punch to the shoulder. "Don'cha change the subject now. Birthdays're important things!"

Chris didn't relent either. "Yeah! Next thing you'll forget is your anniversary. When did you two meet?"

Things didn't look good for Don. "Uh..."

The whole family had a huge laugh at Don's expense and, despite himself, Robert smiled. If his own family were doing some intense ribbing it would have been much harsher and nowhere near the Dogs' good spirited jest. Although it had been Don in the 'hot seat' the Human still felt like he shared the spotlight and was content to let things slide without a peep. The family eventually promised to include Robert's birthday in with the Sunday celebration. He repeatedly stated that it wasn't necessary but Oby said it best "Family is about doing MORE than what's necessary, Robert... and we're a family."

Once everyone had sat down with dinner the camping time became much bearable and even... pleasant. Dinner talk consisted of a little of everything, all casual and all fun. There was talk about events of the early summer, discussions about the weekend plans, and even an Oby-controlled teaching session on some basic survival information that 'everyone in the woods needed to know'. Robert enjoyed all of it. Things only got better when it came time for dessert which, as the Human had been warned, were definitely going to be s'mores... and they were.

Robert, despite being limited on camping experience had plenty of opportunities growing up make s'mores skills. His technique with the campfire caught Randy's attention right away and, with minimal begging, the pup got the Human to making one for him. It wasn't that difficult, at least for Robert and when he saw Chris looking his way with her ears up he made the offer. "You want me to make you one too?"

Her shrug and expression of disinterest was accompanied by a monotone "I guess... sure." but Robert didn't miss the sound of her tail striking the ground a few times.

They remained by the campfire for another hour or two and the musical instruments came out. Oby had his fiddle and Chris had her banjo; everyone else sang along to the songs-- even Robert, when they played one he knew. Eventually the gathering broke up as Patty took Randy into a tent to bed him down for the night. Oby took the opportunity to bring up the plans for the weekend. "So... while we're here I'm thinkin' we'll get around to some hikin', fishin', and canoe-in'. Anythin' else we're missin', boys?"

Neither of them had anything to add. Chris, on the other hand, excused herself. "It's dark and cell reception here sucks. I'm gonna head to bed so I can get up in time to get some brown sugar for my oatmeal before Randy eats it all."

Everyone offered her a good night, and Don even stood up to give her a hug. "See you in the morning."

She responded by weathering the show of affection. "Robert's a good catch. Be good to your Human..." then gave her older brother a sound elbow to the stomach. "...and get him a damn present for his birthday."

Eventually they headed to their separate tents; Oby and Patty shared a tent on the far side of the campsite with Randy's small tent between theirs and Chris'. Robert and Don get settled into the last tent in the line and, as they zipped it up, Don spoke quietly. "I can't believe I never asked about your birthday."

Robert unrolled his sleeping bag with a shrug. "Like I said, Don-- my family never really did much for birthdays. It's okay. Honest."

The big Dog gave him a little shove and, before he knew it, Robert was on his stomach with Don's rump sitting on the Human's butt. Don's strong paws immediately sought out his shoulders. "Well I'm not okay with it. These kinds of things are important."

The young man would have shrugged if his shoulders hadn't been getting worked over by his boyfriend's paws. "Well... I didn't know yours either... so we're even... but... mmm... you're off to a good start on making it up to me anyway..."

Don chuckled, his earlier embarrassment replaced by full-on self confidence. "Oh? Well, like you said, it IS just a start, after all."

The massage slowly began working lower and, before Robert knew it, his pants and underwear were off to the side and the Dog's large paws were groping his rump. Don worked his upper thighs and his ass, palming each cheek as his four fingers worked his lower back down; the Human didn't miss the fact that his boyfriend's thumbs were incredibly close to the cleft between his cheeks and, with each movement, it felt as though the Dog's claws were teasing his sensitive flesh; it felt amazing.

He was pulled from his euphoric haze when Don announced "All good here, Robert... now onto your back."

Without even thinking, Robert rolled over onto his back; the attention the Dog had been giving him hadn't gone unnoticed by the rest of his body and he was already at full mast. That also didn't go unnoticed by either of them, and Robert defended his reaction simply "What? It feels good."

A huge grin split Don's muzzle. "I know something that'll feel even better."

With barely a chance to gasp, Robert's entire body tensed up as the Dog engulfed his erection in one single motion. Don loomed over him, thick neck moving his head up and down with a smooth, rhythmic motion. The Great Dane's maw was large enough that it could accommodate him easily and the Dog didn't even have to try to get his nose to touch the Human's pelvis; before Robert knew it, his member was surrounded by a warm muzzle and a very eager tongue. "Oh, I-- GAWD!"

He gripped hold of Don's ears, one in each hand as he pushed his hips up into his lover's ministrations; he didn't usually have a hair trigger, but it was Don holding his grip. Quivering, he let loose into the Great Dane's waiting muzzle, ejaculating with such force he could have sworn his ears were ringing. Falling back to the sleeping bag, Robert panted, face flushing, not just from the exertion, but also from realizing how quickly he'd cum. He was quick to defend himself. "Damn... it's-- it's been, like... five days."

Don chuckled, and laid down beside him, nuzzling his cheek. "Well, it's your first blowjob since your birthday so you can enjoy it however you want to."

It didn't take Robert long to provide a comeback. He smiled up at his lover. "Maybe in duplicate... in a little while."

The Great Dane grinned again. "Oh, I'm sure I can come up with something... but what should we do til then?"

Judging from the enormous tent in the Dog's pants, Robert already knew what Don had in mind; the Human certainly didn't object and, in fact, reached out to press his hand against the fabric, eliciting a soft whine from the Great Dane. Smiling, Robert raised his thumb higher to unzip the khakis. "Come to think of it, I have an idea..."

A gentle push against Don's naked chest was all it took to get the Dog to surrender and, as the Great Dane fell onto his back, Robert slid onto his thighs, and pressed his palms down against either side of Don's abdomen. The Human smirked. "Since I'm teaching you about cooking, you get to teach me about massages!"

A sour expression tightened Don's muzzle but he was surprisingly compliant. The Great Dane patiently explained the basics of how to relax muscles on a patient's (he used the term 'victim' for himself) torso. Every time Robert sensed that the Dog's erection was starting to subside he would shift, brushing his thigh or shin against Don's groin, teasing him further. Eventually, as he worked his way up to the Great Dane's shoulders, he was splayed out atop his boyfriend and his feet came together in the crook between either side of Don's groin and the accompanying thigh.

Only once he started to gently wriggle his toes against the Dog's sac did Don address the issue. "You're enjoying this... aren't you?"

Robert managed to fish up the gumption to challenge the question. "Why... you aren't?"

Don let out a heady growl, filled with more than a hint of lust. "Depends on whether I get a 'happy ending' or not."

The Human smiled, slowly drawing his body down the massive form beneath him. "Well... I suppose I DO owe you a birthday present, don't I?"

Unwilling to let the Dog off the hook THAT easily, Robert definitely took his time, brushing his lips across his lover's withdrawn sheath, the Dog's rock-hard member leaving a slick streak on his cheek as he gently nibbled at the furry flesh crumbled up around its base behind the so-thick knot. The Human heard the Great Dane's toes pop when he pressed his tongue to the underside of Don's rigid shaft. The Dog let out another growl, followed by a sigh with words mixed in. "Mmmmm, Rob... yeah..."

Don had showered that morning, but a long drive in the car followed by an afternoon of camp preparation had a way of undoing the neutral scent of fur shampoo. Regardless, Robert didn't mind the smell of his lover, and buried his face in the Great Dane's crotch, nibbling, kissing, and licking. With one hand he rubbed through the Dog's belly fur while the other cradled Don's testicles, which, together, were almost two large to fit in his palm. The Human realized that he'd teased his Dog long enough when Don's hips started to shake and he was hit in the forehead by a copious jet of precum.

The musky taste of Dog penis filled his mouth at the same time as the Great Dane's member, but it was replaced almost immediately by another jet of salty precum. Robert kept his lower hand cradling his lover's nuts while the other slowly migrated down Don's body until it reached the base of his shaft, at which point he slowly slid the root between his middle and ring finger, turning his palm back toward his face so he could wrap his fingers around his lover's knot. Robert was vindicated when Don came just as quickly as he had.

Barely able to swallow the first jet of semen, Robert was quickly overcome and the fluid began to leak out his mouth. He managed to keep most of it in place thanks to his hands; a proper cleaning wasn't really an easy thing to do out in the woods, but it was harder and harder to keep it in check as Don just kept cumming. Although the Great Dane tempered his growl, the words still came out as a deep-chested "FFFFffuuuuuuuuuuuu-k."

It took time for the Dog to come down off his plateau but, eventually, his entire body went slack and he sunk further into the sleeping bag with a content sigh. Robert carefully pulled his head off of the still-twitching shaft, careful with the mess all over his lips and fingers. The look of adoration in Don's eyes was all the thanks he needed, but the Human still had a humorous quip in mind. Unfortunately Chris beat him to it. "Walls aren't really that thick guys. Thanks for burning the image in my brain while I'm tryin to sleep."

They didn't repeat the performance that night, but more than made up for it when they got back home Monday.