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Rules of Engagement

Chapter One

By Roofles

It was only afternoon when Charles got the day off, his employer knowing all about the fuss back home, pulling up into the driveway of his two story house. There was an unfamiliar pickup truck in the driveway already. There was gardening equipment in the back with barrels, hoes, rakes and other utensils used and he figured it must be the new lawn man his friend had recommended.

The house was old, run down and needed a lot of work. Just one reason why Charles agreed to hire someone to help out. It had belonged to Marcy's parents who moved on to a vacation house down in Florida, leaving them it to “hopefully raise a family in.” They weren't subtle at all wanted that hoped of the two.

Marcy was his soon to be wife and even as he just got out of his car, he could hear here from behind the house. Most likely shouting at the poor guy hired to help out. Things hadn't been going smoothly since the engagement, one thing after another kept popping up and neither of the two had much time to actually sit down and enjoy this occasion.

“I want the bottom trimmed back off the sidewalk,” Marcy said slowly, after taking a moment to calm herself. She was in a business suit and Charles could tell, as he rounded the side of the house, she had just gotten done with lunch and was heading back to work. “These,” Marcy bent down on her high heeled shoes and picked up a few twigs to show the yard guy what she meant. “Need to be cleaned out of the flower beds and I wanted the top of the hedges to remain!” She clenched her teeth, slowly standing back up and looked exhausted from it all. “These were my grandmothers hedges.”

“And hedges grow back, dear.” Charles piped in hoping to calm things down before they escalated any further.

The yard man was in fact a dog, a canine. A Siberian husky from the looks of it. Sleek black fur with a grayish white chest and underarms. The husky was standing upright, trying not to let his annoyance show about being yelled at, again. His shirt was off and Charles could clearly tell he worked out, not just gardening but building muscle mass. Well, save for the husky belly.

“I know, I know they do!” Marcy was about to start in again but Charles quickly silenced her with a kiss, a hug and told her she better not be late for work or she'd end up giving everyone there hell again.

“Right, right.” Marcy liked to repeat herself when she was in a mood. Charles could tell his old high school sweetheart had been dealing with other issues than this. As if to explain it, her phone began to ring in the small black purse she carried. Marcy answered it, kissed a goodbye and stormed off yelling at the poor fool to call during this time.

“Sorry about that.” Charles said only after his soon to be wife was out of ear shot. “She's been like this ever since the engagement.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Everyone said it was suppose to be a joyous time in life, one of the mile stones everyone goes through.” And he laughed, halfheartedly and the dog could tell.

“Wasn't going to ask.” The husky snorted in a reply after making sure he was cool about it. “She wanted to hedges trimmed, top to bottom.” And if to assure the man of this he even pulled out a crudely scrawled note he had done while on the phone with her days before.

“Ah yes, the infamous hedges.” Charles only chuckled, shaking his head. They were old, half dead stumps Marcy's mother had planted years ago with her grandfather. It was suppose to be some symbol of their endearing love, right before she cheated on him of course. And he got back at her by selling half her wardrobe to the neighbor she hated. “It's… complicated, to say the least.”

Charles waved him back, walking past the husky and continuing their conversation. “You've been here long?”

“Since 7am.” The husky gave a nod, using one arm to wipe his forehead off. A strange sight indeed to see a dog sweating. Charles knew they weren't exactly like their four legged cousins. In fact they were closer related to humans than their canine brethren. And sure his dirt covered hands had pink paw pads on them, splotched with black. They were still hands though.

The man was sure the rest of human was very human too, but he didn't try to think too much on it.

“Well it's nearly 1!” Charles gave him a nudge, making the husky brighten up a bit. “Time for a break.”

“I rather just continue working...” The husky mumbled a bit, his large ears splaying out as he looked towards the lawn. There was a lot of work to be done still. Charles nor Marcy had the time to fix it up.

“Relax, you're still getting paid for it.” Charles just replied. “Plus I got some beer tucked away, Marc doesn't know about.” The man winked and that seemed to secure the deal.

The two found themselves sitting up on the patio deck they had installed only a couple weeks before. The wood was a fresh tan and needed to be polished still. It was almost springtime and the showers hadn't come just yet thankfully. If the wood warped because of the rain, Charles would never hear the end about it.

The patio furniture was bought recently, one of the chairs even had it's tag still on it. The two choose the wooden lounge chairs off to the side though, next to a short round table. “Ya' mind?” The husky asked after downing his first beer in smooth gulp. Charles was just impressed the husky could manage to wrap his lips and seal his cheeks around the bottle without spilling a drop.

“Feel free!” Charles just nodded, relaxing back as the husky grabbed another from the six pack. Charles hadn't been around canines, or other Anthros much before and this honestly was just a guilty pleasure in hanging out with one. While Charles found it to be fascinating, most did not and Charles was all too aware of the hate they had received throughout time.

“Thanks,” the husky said after a moment. He reached down and undid one of his boots, kicking it off to the side before doing the same with the other. The husky didn't wear socks and just kicked his feet up onto the table with a loud groaning sigh. His feet were big and those boots had been a smaller size than he thought. “If I could, I'd go bare foot.” The husky chuckled using a thumb and one of those coarse dull gray nails to pop the top off the beer and take another swig.

Charles nodded, trying not to stare much. His feet were much like his own. They didn't have a dew claw or anything. The only strange thing was that they were a slightly lighter shade of gray in color with pink paw pads and more fur on one of them than Charles had on his whole body. The man chuckled a bit, blushing and looking up.

He wasn't this much of a light weight was he? Already half way into a beer and he felt light headed.

“You know Al, then?” The husky asked if only to keep up conversation. The husky was a canine after all and greatly enjoyed the company of others.

“Yeah. Me and him go waaay back.” Charles waved a hand, sitting up a bit not wanting to get too comfortable here. He kicked a leg over and rubbed the beer bottle with both hands as he looked over the lawn. “Lived next to each other as kids then ended up going to the same college years later. You came with high recommendations.” He added with a smile.

The husky smirked at that, clearly glad to hear someone was at least appreciating his work.

“Glad to hear.” The husky gave a nod, another drink before going on. “Most people freak out when I get out of my truck.”

“It's a beaut!” Charles said jumping on the topic. He loved cars and trucks were up there with them. Driving was a part of his blood and the two soon enough bonded over it.

“Should've seen it when I got 'er.” The husky just went on, gushing over it. “My roomie and I worked on 'er for hours, days and months to get her lookin' the way she does. He doesn't drive much,” he nodded as if explaining why his bud would help. “I'm the designated driver,” and he lifted up his beer, giving it a shake and a wink. “Not like that stopped me though.”

The two shared a laugh.

“Got to be careful, man.” Charles just chuckled. “Cops around here are a real bunch of… work.” He said to be PG friendly. He took another sip on his beer, nursing it now not wanting to stop but not wanting to get wasted in the afternoon either.

“Ya'.” The husky grunted, with a frown clearly having run into them some previous time.

“I moved back here after we got the place.” Charles motioned at the house. “Been ages since I've been back.” He took another swig at that, setting down the beer can. “Was pulled over the other day,” he just continued. “Jackass just wanted to show me he could do it. No ticket. No nothing. Dude just wanted to rub it in my face before he sped off.”

The husky just shook his head, spitting off to the side. “Bunch of fuckers. One got me when me and my bud, the roomie right?” The husky sat up a bit, keeping on foot on the table. “The two of us! Right? We just headed home, not driving, from the bar one night and the fuckers have us up against the wall in cuffs before we knew what the hell was going on.”

“Shit, the fuck's with that?” Charles asked leaning forward a bit.

“Pffsh, cops always have it out for us. Unless you work for 'em.” And the dog shook his head, pulling an vapor cig from his pocket and taking a good smoke on it. He continued to talk, smoke billows out the side of his muzzle as he did so. “Them the worse mothers out there,” the husky warned. “A disgrace that role over and obey whatever they're told. Selling the rest of us down the river.”

It was clear there was some personal beef with the issue and Charles decided it was best just to nod along. It wasn't like he was a minority. He was a white male in, practically, any society gave him the best chance of doing something with himself. He didn't understand the dogs blight fully and could only offer sympathy, another beer and a “fuck 'em.” At the end.

“Sorry,” Charles finally asked sitting up a bit more. “I never caught your name.”

“It's Togo.” The husky just smiled, taking no offense. “Al never really called me it. Just said 'that dog' whenever he was talkin' with someone else.”

“Togo… Togo…” Charles thought that over. “It sounds familiar.”

“Dude was a famous sled dog back in… well fuck long ago.” The husky laughed, opening his muzzle wide and showing his black lips and long pink tongue. There was a large black splotch on the back, not to say Charles was staring. “My parents figured if they named me after him, I'd have a better chance.”

“Seem to be doing good to me.” Charles smiled and for a second he thought the husky blushed, the inner parts of his ears turning a dark maroon color and the white on the sides of his muzzle and cheeks darkened. It passed just as quickly as it showed and Charles just forgot about it.

“Things… could be better sure.” Togo just shrugged a shoulder.

“Well no shit.” Charles snorted, catching the husky off guard now. “Life can always be better.” And he leaned a bit closer, pointing a finger at him. “And it can also be a fuck ton worse.” And he gave him a smile.

Togo was silent for a moment, looking at the man before he snorted a laugh. “Fuck, I suppose ya' right there. Not like I got much to complain about.”

“More than me!” Charles joked.

“I don't know, man. You're wife...” Togo trailed off, not wanting to cross a line. Charles waved it off though.

“She's great. Funny, smart, works hard. But fuck if woman are crazy sometimes.” And Charles laughed, so Togo did too.

The black and white fur husky was more than happy to get into it with him, talking about woman and the works in general.

“Fuck, sometimes it'd just be easier to be with a bro.” Charles ended up just laughing.

“Not as much as you'd think.” Togo ended up saying, taking a slow drink of his third beer. The husky didn't clarified and Charles was left mystified about it. “Dating in general is fucked.” Togo just waved it off and Charles could drink to that.

“Hey,” Charles finally asked a good hour later as the two continued to bro out together. “The games coming up this weekend.”

“Those Broncos got it in the bag.” Togo just nodded. Charles brightened up at that.

“Bronco fan? I already like ya'.” And he laughed, not seeing the husky blush again. “Come over! I don't got too many friends around here and it'll be nice to have more Bronco fans at the party.”

“Party?” Togo asked a bit weary now.

“Well, yeah. It's the fuckin' super bowl.” Charles laughed missing the husky's concern. “Oh! Bring you're roomie too! An whoever else you want.”

Charles was friendly, open and inviting not only him, a husky, but his other friends to a super bowl party? Togo just took a moment on that, not used to the “kindness of strangers.” Most humans weren't exactly chummy around a canine, let alone a bunch of them. Civil wars had been started over less.

“Sure.” Togo just finally agreed. “So' long as there's more beer!” He added with a smirk.

“If you bring it, there will be.” Charles just shrugged. “Marc has this whole issues with me buying drinks.” Togo didn't point out, as he was saying this, the man took a drink of the beer in hand.

“Ah, got cha'.” Togo nodded. “You buyin'?”

“If your bringing.” And the two shook on it, Charles not paying too much attention to the husky rubbing a thumb over his wrists.

The two got up, talking some more as they headed indoors to check out the layout for the game. Charles didn't pay it mind at that time that the husky patted him on the back, let him go inside first of ever stood a bit closer than men normally due.

“The couch, table and of course.” Charles turned around, showcasing the large flat screen TV as if he were a wheel of fortune girl. “TV!”

Togo nearly drooled as he started at the beaut.

“Surround sound, high def, multi channel beaut right here!” Charles said smugly. “The ol' ball and chain let me keep it.”

“In the living room no less.” Togo chuckled, going over to inspect it.

“Yeah. After we get hitched, I imagine she'll force me to put it into the man cave and let this be space for 'talking'.” Charles used two fingers on each hand to express his disgust with it. Marc had wanted a tea room for her and the gals to get together and talk but Charles didn't understand that. What was the couch and chairs pointing at if not the TV?

“Man cave, huh?” Togo cocked an eyebrow and looked at him. Charles gave him a shove.

“Fuck you, it's awesome sauce.” Charles only flushed a bit, grinning widely and glad he was able to convince Marcy to let him have one. He was losing one thing after another, any shred of independence or his old bachelor self. Charles clung to whatever he could and was able to at least keep some space for himself.

“Show me this… awesome sauce.” Togo snorted, patting his back and giving him a shove.

“The best kind.” Charles only jested.

“I'm sure yours is.” Togo smirked at his own joke following behind the man and watching every step he made.

“And lo' and behold. My abode.” Charles half bowed, moving out of the way.

“Dude.” Togo started with. “Dude!” He said turning back around. “This is freakin' awesome sauce!”

“I told you so!” Charles grinned. Togo returned the smile, wagging his tail.

It was a side room, a curved circle with twin doors that opened outwards. The room itself was painted a separate color than the outside of the doors. There was a large desk with figurines, a small couch with a mini fridge right next to it filled with, non other than beer and snacks. There was a TV mounted up on the other side, an older model unlike the high def flat screen in the living room. There was bookshelves here and there filled with more action figures, comic books, books and other things Charles had gotten during his college days. Board games were stacked in one corner and an old lava lamp was turned on next to it.

It was like someone had taken his old bachelor pad and shoved every piece of it into this small room.

“There's prob a small fortune worth of crap in here.” Togo just said picking up a model that had been hand crafted and hand painted.

“Jealous much?” Charles lifted an eyebrow.

“Totally.” Togo grinned, wagging his tail and turned around. He ended up knocking off a cheap plastic figure from a Burgerking deal ages ago. “Shit.” He said bending over to pick it up and sticking his rear into the air.

Charles looked, watched and then blushed unsure why he had stared at the canine. At the other dude and just thanked him when it was handed back.

“So many geeks would get off in this room.” Togo just teased, giving him a nudge with an elbow. “And some have.”

Charles blushed a bit more, not answering. Not knowing the canine could smell it. It was impossible to have any sense of privacy when you had a dog around.

“Canine.” Charles muttered to himself. He was a canine, not a dog. The difference was huge depending on who you asked. Most people down South just called them dogs, animals or beasts. That wasn't fair, Charles thought. People all over the world did that…

“Huh?” Togo asked looking over at him. He had opened up an old manual of DnD from the bookshelf. The thing was a first edition and could easily be sold on ebay for a buck or two.

“You into this stuff?” Charles asked, pretending he hadn't said anything before. The man pointed at the book.

“I've heard about it, never played.” The husky shrugged a shoulder. “I was too busy getting laid in college.” He smirked.

“Har, har.” Charles just said taking the book from him and putting it away. “Lucky bastard.” He muttered under his breath making the dog's ears jump up. “I enjoyed it for the social experience.” Charles just told him after, as he did with anyone who found out. “Great friends, cheap beer and good snack foods. Can't go wrong there.”

“No sir re bob you can't.” Togo replied. “What's that smell though?” The dog sniffed now, Charles tried not to chuckle at the sight.

“I think that's you.” The man said poking the dog in his chest.

“More like mothballs and shame.” Togo laughed, sticking out his chest proudly into the mans hand. Charles laughed, admiring the softness of it before wiping his hand off on his pants. The dog had been doing yard work all morning. “Where's the hydrant? Need to drain a bone.”

And Charles did laugh at that, pointing him down the hall “First door on the right.”

Charles didn't worry about the dog walking around unsupervised in his home. He only thought about it after a special morning show his parents had man him watch as a kid. Don't let no “Beasts” into your home or “vermin” as they only steal, mess up and soil your home. “And do unspeakable things to your mom.” That one always got him and he chuckled to himself thinking about it.

Marcy would kick the dog's ass if he tried to make a move. And the thought of Togo going after him? Was laughable and Charles thought about it longer than he wanted. How would Togo even go about it really? There were always stories of one of them stealing someones girl or attacking a defenseless mom. And every story always ended up turning into a bad b-rated porno by the end of it.

Togo walked back into the room, zipping up the fly on his baggy shorts. Baggy cloths at least allowed some airflow to the fur.

“If you were going to rape me,” Charles started, resting his head on the back of the couch and staring up at the ceiling. “How'd ya' go about that?”

Togo stopped in mid zipped and quirked an eyebrow at the man, lifting up one ear as the other folded down. “How many beers have you had?”

“Is that how'd you start?” Charles hiccuped a bit, shaking the beer he himself didn't realize he was holding. “Or are you asking?”

“Ok,” Togo shook his head. Humans are such light weights. “Let me see here.” The husky moved over, closing the distance between the two before moving his snout right in front of the man's face. Charles flushed at the closeness.

“H-hey now.” The man said and the dog wrinkled his nose, whiskers practically curling.

“Defiantly had too much.” The dog just shook his head, a bit sad to see his new buddy was such a light weight. The dog's pants tightened a bit at the thought of taking advantage of him. He was cute after all. It was a fleeting thought however.

Togo sat next to him and kicked a foot up onto the coffee table.

“I'd start slowly,” Togo began with a tease figuring he'd humor the man. He placed a hand on one of his shoulders. “Give you a long sensual back rub after a hard day of work,” Charles leaned forward a bit. “I'd have gotten you drunk during this time, but that's step clearly done.”

The man snorted at that.

“Then I'd just bite the end of your ear and blow.” Togo laughed letting go now.

“Hell, that wouldn't work.” Charles rested back and gave him a shove.

“And you ain't drunk yet.” Togo smirked.

“What gave me away?” Charles kicked a leg up. “I was wondering how far you'd go, hah.”

“Uh huh, sure.” Togo rolled his eyes. “And trust me it does.”

“No, no it doesn't.” Charles sat up a bit more looking at him and putting on his tough face, then snorted and laughed some more.

“Trust me.” Togo said, looking at him. Charles only then noticed that Togo had one pale blue eye and the other one was brown. “It does.”

“You're eyes are different colors.” Charles stated dumbly, enjoying his buzz and letting it carry the conversation for him.

“What? Really? Let me see!” And Togo crossed his eyes, having gotten told that so many times before he had gotten used to it. Charles stared. Then laughed, nearly falling off the couch.

“Holy fuck,” Charles laughed. “Don't. Ever do that again!” And the husky just grinned, wagging his tail. Charles took a deep breath, calming himself before stating once more. “No it doesn't.”

Togo smirked at the challenge. The man clearly wasn't going to drop the issue.

The husky scooted over, placing a hand on the man's hip and moved his muzzle right over to his ear. Charles could feel his hot breath, the warmth of his hand on his thigh and soon enough the teeth that just clamped down, only just enough, around his ear lobe.

“The fuck.” Charles said, giving him a shove. He was flushed in the face and wasn't looking at the other man.

“Told you.” Togo shrugged, hoping he hadn't gone too far. “Gets them every time.”

“No.” Charles said after a moment or two. “You just reek like a rat fresh from the sewers.”

“What?” Togo gasped, overplaying it a bit as he was just glad the man hadn't been too offended. Straight guys could be so sensitive. Togo could smell the man's arousal though making him question, doubt the fact but the dog wouldn't do anything the man didn't want.

And the man did ask how'd he take advantage of him in such a state. Time for round two.

“I don't smell.” Togo sniffed under an arm before feigning a gag. “It's natural.” He tried to defend himself.

“Natural my balls.” Charles retorted, withdrawing a bit and pinching his nose. Togo tried not to focus on how the man turned towards him, one leg opening up a bit just from the movement.

“My balls are the most natural.” Togo checked his hips with both hands at that.

“Not as natural as mine. Mine are like a spring breeze.” Charles folded his arms crossed his chest.

“Mine smell like cloths fresh out of the dryer.” Togo just played along.

“Mine smell like fresh pine wood.” Charles smirked at that, being cheeky.

“Oh really now? Let me smell.” Togo moved closer making Charles flush and lift up one leg in defense. The action only made the canine a bit tighter in the pants but he played it off. “Hah, you should've seen the look on your face man.”

“S-shut up.” Charles laughed with a blush sitting up a bit.

“What? Going to make me.” Togo growled, that did catch the man off guard. The black and white fur husky got on all fours, three legs on the couch and one on the floor, as he wagged his butt making it clear he posed no threat to the man.

“I'd like to see you try!” Charles finally replied after catching on the growl wasn't threatening, it was hard to tell when you never owned a dog or been friends with a canine before. And when a six foot four husky was growling at you, you took notice one way or the other.

Togo was pushing the table far away with the foot off the couch.

“Careful what you wish for.” And with that Togo pounced onto the man who actually yelped like a startled dog; which was unfortunate as Togo only found that to be more attractive. And by the end of it, the canine was having far too much fun with this.

Charles caught on quickly enough, used to stupid guys being stupid with each other and one thing that involved was wrestling. He pushed the dog off of him, only to be pulled along for the ride.

It was good of Togo to push the coffee table way out of the way before the two ended up on the floor together. The dog was on his back, Charles was on top and in the next second it was flipped around and Charles was getting a noogie from the man. It was a conventional one as his whole face was being hugged by that muscular arm, right into the Husky's armpit and the man got a full whiff of the dog's heavy musky scent.

The waxiness of the canine's fur rubbed over the man, covering him over time in the husky's dominate scent as the two continued to wrestle it out. Venting their testosterone. That was until Charles found himself flat on the back and the husky's open fly was pressed right up against his face.

“How does that smell for ya'?” Togo was panting open mouth now, his tongue drooping from the side of his mouth as he breathed heavily in and out. The very motion of his breath caused his rather large bulge in his briefs, which was clearly outlined by the open fly, was grinding against the man's face.

Charles shuddered, goosebumps formed on his arms and he inhaled quickly at the first grind. He was flushed in the face and hard in the pants. He wasn't sure why.

“It smells like fresh sheets… out of the dryer.” Charles didn't admit defeat yet, but clearly was making not sign to move. The smell was almost familiar. The heat from the husky's groin washed over his face. Togo was getting hard and had to consciously force himself not to pre, which only made it worse.

“Maybe I should take the briefs off then?” Togo asked, the husky's throat having gone precariously dry. This was harmless teasing, guys might not go this far with each other but they do a lot of shit to each other. It shouldn't effect the husky or the man as much as it was doing.

“Maybe...” Charles just said, not moving. The man could feel his palms sweat, his heart was throbbing and it wasn't the only thing that was painfully doing so.

“Ok then.” Togo just got up slowly, very slowly. Just enough for him to thumb his shorts, his briefs and slowly drag both of them down. Just enough for the canine to reach in and pull himself free. His fat sack was fuzzy like the rest of him. They draped out of the man's mouth and nose. His fat dick on the other hand, semi hard, was furless like Charles own throbbing cock. It was still flaccid enough to lay out over his face. The tip pre'd, the dog gulped and rested down down as he scooted just a half inch closer; rubbing his hefty sack against the man's nose and biting his lower lip as he took another breath of him.

Togo had been right. It was a natural, heavy musky scent. It smelled of the earth and of the dog's waxy fur. It filled Charles lungs, filling his pants in the process, and made the man actually do something he never thought he'd ever do in his whole life.

He tasted the husky's body, his core and sweat from the days work. He liked it, enough to swallow it.

The two didn't count the time. They didn't say a word after that. Togo only helped put his sack in the man's mouth as the two enjoyed the feel of the other. If they spoke they might break the spell that had been placed, reminding the two of who they were and what they were doing. Rather than let the booze kick in, let the lust take control and give into the other man's primal desires.

Charles only closed his eyes, opening his mouth to receive him. The sack was sweaty, it was salty and he found himself sucking on one of those fat orbs by the time his mind could even catch up to what his body was doing. He forced the thought out, everything out, everything but Togo. All that matter was this husky. The way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way he moved and the sound he made. So animal, primal as his sack was played with and sucked on.

He could feel the husky resting some of his weight against his chest, resting the pucker tail hole right on his stomach and didn't care. Didn't focus on that as that fat dick rubbed against the side of his face. It pre'd. Getting into his hair. And he loved it.

The husky's body was firm to the touch, so warm and his fur was so smooth. It ran through his fingers easily enough as he held the husky's naked thighs.

Togo took a sharp breath at the feel of those strong hands holding him like this. When was the last time time someone had done that. They were just teasing each other, playing around… and now here he was getting his sacked sucked, licked and worshiped by this man he had only met today. It made his cock throb, fatty veins easily outlined on it as he took another sharp breath as Charles, this man, tugged on his sack with his mouth, gulping around it before letting it slurp free of his lips. The sound it made alone, made the canine spurt more pre.

The husky clenched his jaws tightly shut, not daring to make a sound other than a whimpering moan of pleasure as the man explored his lower body with just his hands. Gripping, tugging on his ass. Holding and rubbing at his thighs. Down and around to play with his tail and, the husky nearly cried out; his tail hole. Finger probing and prodding at his sensitive rear. Over his smooth, pink flesh.

“Fuck.” Togo groaned between his teeth. He looked down, he couldn't help it. He wanted to see this man's face as he rubbed his fat dick all over it. Slapping him with it before moving back, just enough to press the tip of it. The salty, slick tip of it against Charles's mouth.

Togo wanted to tell him to suck it. To swallow him. To force it down his throat. The husky didn't need too, didn't do any of these things as a strong hand took hold of him and guided it like a ship into port. Charles lips closed around his tapered tip, something the canine had gotten from his ancestry, just like the bulge forming at the base. It wasn't as pronounced as his canine brethren.

Another spurt of pre landed on Charles's tongue and the man almost gagged. It was stronger than his own. It was bitter, salty and somehow musky and he knew it belonged to Togo without looking.

Togo sat up a bit, leaning down to face the man's face as he took hold of himself, using one arm to brace his weight. Charles got the cue without being told, as if instinct alone guided his hand. One went to the husky's hanging sack, one orb was actually resting a bit on the man's chest. The other hand roamed back to tease and play with the husky's tail hole. And that made the dog buck his hips, shoving a good two inches of himself into Charles.

The man had to keep his mouth open as wide as he could to fit the husky's length into it, into him. It wasn't painful but he knew he'd be sore in a couple of hours, his jaws already beginning to protest as that fat dick slid even further in. The tip pressed against his tongue, grinding all the way back to his throat as it began to weep with pre, it's single eye crying generously enough for the both of them to share if the husky was so inclined.

Togo just wanted to cry out as his tail hole was played with. Begging, whimpering for the man to tease him more, to shove two fingers inside him. Anything as he pumped his length into Charles's throat as if making a deposit.

Neither sure what it was, there was just some trigger and Togo took a sharp breath. His whole body tightened, his legs flexing as each toe gripped the carpet beneath them. The husky gave his length one last, final stroke as his balls tightened against his body, his core and for just a second he was high. Pure ecstasy washed over him, through him. From the tip of his toes to the top of his ears the wave came rushing in, filling him… before he filled the man that brought this on him.

His length pumped, pulsing with wave after wave of his puppy chowder. Overflowing the man's mouth quickly and spilling out over his chin and cheeks. It gushed like a broken dam finally breaking under the pressure and stress of the release. Every bit of the husky, every drop of that ecstasy that had filled his body was spilled into this man. Gulped and swallowed down as much as possible.

Charles couldn't breathe, couldn't move as that richness filled him until his cheeks couldn't hold anymore. He swallowed. He gulped, his throat bulged and every second he could only imagine the look on Togo's face as the husky filled him to the brim.

And it was then Charles released he himself had came sometime during it all, his pants soaked through as his dick pushed against the fabric. Togo, this canine, had made him feel more alive than anyone had before. This man had done this to him.

It was half an hour later before the two even got up, before the husky had moved off of him. Instead Togo had laid back, as if doing a mock crab walk, on top of the man and was taking slow, heavy breath as his whole body was a hundred degrees warmer than it had been before. He didn't move until his legs began to cramp and all he could manage then was to roll over.

Charles sat up, rubbing at the canine's spunk all over his chest. Playing with it between his fingers as he looked at it as if it were some strange, foreign, alien thing. Another male had just came all over him and he was… fine with this. Was it due to the stress of the wedding? The fact his soon to be wife hadn't touched him in the past month? That they had grown so distant?

He shook all of that away as he looked over at Togo. This husky he had just met. Why did he feel such a connection to him that he had gone through with this? He blamed the beer. Or wanted too. He blamed the fact that he hadn't jerked one for the past couple months. Or wanted too. He wanted too blame his soon to be wife. Or wanted too.

Instead, he knew, it was just because of this husky that he did what he did.

“You coming to the football game?” Charles eventually asked, still sitting upright as the black and white husky's jizz solidified on his cheeks.

“Yeah.” Togo nodded, taking a second longer than he meant too. It had been so long since he came like that. Hell, the husky couldn't even recall when the last time was he had came like that. “Sure. I will.” Togo got up, awkwardly offering the man a hand.

Charles didn't take it though, he couldn't. Not after what they had done.

“I should get back to work…” Togo swallowed loudly, not looking at the man as his inner ears turned a dark maroon. Ok, Togo thought, maybe he had gone a bit too far.

“Ok.” The man just nodded dumbly, his mind completely blank. “I...I need to take a shower, anyways.” Charles blew hotly into one hand and sniffed it. “And brush my teeth.” He added offhandedly. He didn't know why, but he didn't mind the smell of the husky's jizz at all.

The two didn't part with a hug or a kiss or anything. Just a grunt and a wave as they went their separate ways, the other knowing they'd see them tomorrow. Here. For the big game.

And both were unsure how the other would react to it all. There was only one way to find out...