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Cooking With Fire

(He Eight it All, Part 1)

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Despite the odd start to the week, dinner that night was relatively mundane. Robert set some rice to poil and prepared a salmon dish since he had some fresh fish in the fridge and put together a homemade tartar sauce. Don, in the meantime, set the table and cut up vegetables for a salad. There was something strikingly enjoyable for the Human when it came to working in the kitchen with his canine fiance and his smile grew wider over the course of dinner prep. That sentiment only increased once they got some quiet time after.

Craig and Phil disappeared off to their respective rooms-- the latter commented about having some cleaning to do and Robert didn't bother questioning further since he already knew what the Basenji meant. Left alone with the Great Dane, the young man was happy to have the time alone, and they put it too good use snuggling in front of the television. Robert didn't spend much time paying attention to the old movie on the screen, simply content to enjoy the closeness with the Dog.

The Human reclined in his fiance's lap, head pressed to Don's chest. The Dog had a strong heart, and it was mesmerizing in its rhythmic cadence, slowly lulling Robert to sleep; he was actually startled at the suddenness of the Great Dane standing-- the movie had ended in what felt like the blink of an eye. A soft, caring rumble from his boyfriend heralded the rest of the night's plan. "You look tired, Love... I'm thinking we should give you a little break tonight and get you put to bed."

Still half asleep, it took Robert a few moments to realize that he'd been addressed, and a handful of seconds before he could formulate a response. "I love you."

It may not have been a direct response to Don's comment but it was close enough for the bleary-eyed Human. His lover chuckled, snuffling the top of his head as they ascended the stairs toward the Great Dane's room. Robert was laid down gently onto the bed and the Dog crawled over him, painstakingly and meticulously disrobing the Human before himself. From there, the young man found himself pulled down beneath the covers as two enormous, muscled, furred arms wrapped themselves around him.

Robert felt Don's firm torso press against his bare back from behind and, for just a moment, his heart began to quicken its pace but, by that point, he was all but ready to all asleep again. A gentle snuffle against the back of his head and a warm "I love you too, you goof." from his boyfriend, and the Human drifted off once again, engulfed in the kind of peace and tranquility only possible while in the arms of his fiance. Don murmured something about giving him a chance to rest, but, even as Robert phased out of consciousness, he still managed to acknowledge Don's hot, wet tongue licking the back of his neck. "I might not be so nice in the morning..."

* * * * *

Monday morning started early for Robert; despite having had a very active weekend, he awoke before Don, which worked out quite well. Surrounded by warmth, the young man opened his eyes, embraced by his lover. Don was laying on his back while Robert's head was on the Great Dane's chest and the huge Dog had an arm wrapped around him. It was not a difficult matter for Robert to free himself from the loose hold since Don was a fairly deep sleeper but, even so, the Human took great care to dress quietly and slip out of the bedroom.

The past two days with each of his other room mates had been engaging in their own ways but what Robert was really looking forward to was time with his fiance. In the few times Don didn't have to be up early Robert had taken note that the big Dog had a great love of sleeping in and so the Human decided to capitalize on that. Since Don was off all day that meant they'd have lots of time together and the young man could think of no finer way to start that off than breakfast in bed, and that meant preparing something!

It was still early when the Human made his way into the kitchen, moving around with purpose, but with as much care as he could muster to avoid making too much noise. The calm emptiness of the downstairs reinforced Robert's understanding that the rest of his room mates were still asleep, which worked fine for him; he could prepare breakfast for everyone, leave Craig and Phil their servings on the table and sneak back up into Don's room to share a private meal with his lover reclining together; it would be a fantastic way to start the day.

Don was a great lover of meat while Robert was a huge fan of carbohydrates; combined together that left a lot of opportunities for breakfast items. Settling on bacon AND sausage, pancakes AND hash browns, the Human added eggs to the mix-- scrambled for himself and over easy for Don. While most of the food would cook quickly, the pancakes would take the longest so he began on those first, putting together a mix from scratch with a few pinches of cinnamon and a spoonful of vanilla to add some depth of flavor; breakfast wasn't his favorite meal to cook but he enjoyed adding his own flare to the tried-and-true traditional dishes.

By the time he had the pancakes mixed he also started the sausage, hash browns, then bacon. He already had the first set of pancakes done before he got started on the eggs, which would take the least amount of time to prepare. His mom had worked for a short time in a diner before marrying his father and so she used to prepare breakfast at home for the family and, despite learning all of the 'professional' ways to scramble a small curd, custardy high class restaurant egg he found himself going back to the basics. Robert felt a momentary twinge of emotional pain as he cooked his scrambled eggs in the bacon grease, just like she used to.

He fought with his memories, wrestling with his emotions to push them deep down; he had rare free day with his fiance and he planned on making it a good one. He realized that there was no sense dwelling on his past when so much of a wonderful future lay before him. Forcing a smile back on his face, Robert focused on the moment, remembering someone a classmate had said about the importance of 'mindfulness' or, more specifically, living in and acknowledging the present moments.

With that thought in mind, Robert finished up breakfast preparations and split the meal onto four separate plates. Each of the Dogs got three pancakes while the Human only took two for himself; he did the exact same thing with the eggs, bacon, and sausage. He divided the hash browns equally but made sure that Phil got the extra crispy end pieces since they were the Basenji's favorite. Once he had the meals laid out for Craig and Phil the young man grabbed his plate along with Don's and made his way back upstairs, gently nudging the door open with one foot as he slipped back into their shared bedroom.

Don had rolled over onto his stomach during the time Robert had been gone. The Great Dane's muzzle was buried into the pillow which, the Human noticed, was actually his and not the Dog's. Splayed out on the bed whth his arms wrapped around the pillow, Don had kicked back most of the blankets, revealing his firm, muscular rump with his tail swaying back and forth like the antenna of a pick up truck that had just made a sharp turn. The Human sighed at his own thoughts, reminded again about his rural upbringing by the truck antenna comparison created by his mind.

As Robert approached Don rolled over; the Great Dane's nose was wriggling in response to a scent which was, more likely than not, the two platters of food the Human had brought in. The young man also took note that, while Don's tail had been pinned beneath the Dog when he rolled over, something else was left to wriggle in the air. Letting out a murmured good morning, Don followed up the greeting with a commendably large stretch. Licking his muzzle, the Dog then patted the mattress beside him. "Well? I'm right here, Robert, and you should be too."

The Human obediently moved to join Don on the bed, setting both platters of food down on the night stand beside it. Once he had sat down, Robert had his fiance's paws all over him, nimbly divesting him from the t-shirt and sweat pants he'd donned to make breakfast. The Human was rather surprised by the matter-of-fact disrobing. "What? Aren't we gonna hang around all day? What's wrong with swea--"

Don's response was accompanied by a throaty, lusty growl. "We are... and what's wrong with them is that they get in the way."

Robert realized pretty quickly what his fiance had in mind, especially since, once he was naked, Don reached into the night stand and pulled out the lube. Feeling his face flush red the moment the Dog handed him the tube, the Human spoke up "So... uh.... you want dessert before breakfast?"

The Dog offered a toothy grin in response. "Yeah... and you, lucky Human-- you're getting some extra sausage."

Not really all that great at dirty talk, Robert accepted the banter for what it was but, even so, he didn't mind the prospect of some quality time with Don; the Human had spent all weekend with either Craig or Phil so the idea of a morning romp with his fiance was not the least bit objectionable. Smiling, Robert squeezed out a liberal amount of lube into his palm and began working his hands together to warm it up. "Since this is breakfast in bed, you're just gonna lay back and let me handle everything?"

Don's smile grew wider. "I guess there's nothing wrong with making you work for it... sure. Let's see how 'up' you can wake me."

Hands slathered in lube, Robert wasted no time in wrapping his slick digits around his lover's exposed flesh. Only five or six inches of the Dog's member had emerged from his sheath, but that length doubled once the Human began to worship it with his fingers, slathering the length with the viscous fluid. Don let out a pleased sigh more than once, but otherwise remained completely passive, not moving in the least until Robert crawled further up the mattress and maneuvered himself to straddle the Great Dane. At that point Don reached up and gripped the Human by the shoulders, helping to balance him.

Without any comment, warning, or precursor, Robert reached down to take hold of Don behind his knot and slowly lowered himself down into his lover's lap. His aim was perfect, the Dog's tip hitting its target on the first try and, despite the soreness from the prior two days Robert was surprised that the Great Dane's tip was able to make it past his entrance with minimal discomfort. Emboldened by the effectiveness of the weekend's of activity and a generous amount of lubricant, Robert let gravity do most of the work and he released a shaky breath, shutting his eyes as he sunk down into his fiance's lap, opening filled nearly to overflowing with rigid Dog meat.

Beneath him, Don's body wriggled ever so slightly; the Great Dane adjusted his position on the mattress, getting comfortable in much the same way Robert had to do while being astride the Dog. Reaching up, Don took hold of one of Robert's wrists. Eyes locked on his, the dominant Great Dane announced "Just so you know, you're staying naked today."

"I-- I am?"

By rights, Don had the authority to command him throughout the weekend and it WAS the the final day of the wager's reward. The Great Dane's smile was interrupted as the Dog extended his tongue, licking at the saliva that had begun pooling on his muzzle. "Mmm hmmm... You're gonna be naked til bedtime. This is your last day at my beck and call and I want to see all of you all day."

Robert wasn't precisely in a position to argue but, even if he wanted to (which he didn't), any objection he might have had was cut short as the Dog wrapped his huge paw around the Human's shaft, which had started dribbling faintly due to the stimulation against his prostate. The young man let out a moan at the touch and Don's grin took on a slightly sharper edge. Moments later, the Dog tightened his grip, and begin stroking the Human. Robert gasped, his hips moving of their own volition at the sensation and, before he knew it, he was grinding down against his lover as Don began thrusting upward to meet each movement.

Neither lasted long, but Robert came first. The Human gripped handfuls of the Don's chest fur, crying out as his orgasm sprang up like a wild animal, coating the Dog's paw pads, which remained engulfing his flesh. At the same time, Robert felt the discomfort of his insides spasming around the unyielding rod buried within him. He could sense it twitching within him a moment before Don's free paw clamped down on his shoulder and with one quick, decisive thrust, the Dog had jackknifed his body, hips thrusting upward into the Human. While it was still far from a comfortable fit, Robert's body was able to accommodate the Dog's enormous knot with far less objection and, before he knew it, they were tied.

It took several long moments for the combination of head-spinning euphoria and molar-grinding pain to subside but, in that time, Robert's nose was filled with the musky scent of sex and the mixed panting of a content dog and exhausted Human. As the rest of his senses returned to him, the young man felt the hot, tickling sensation of consistent and plentiful sprays of Dog seed still pumping into him from Don's pulsing rod. Don finally leaned his head back against the headboard, letting out a very primal groan of contentment, followed by "We'll be like this for awhile, so I guess you get to feed me too."

Robert didn't know if he was supposed to be dejected or insulted, but he was neither, smiling to himself as he carefully re-positioned himself in his fiance's lap so he could reach over and get the Dog's breakfast. Smiling like a fool, the Human had to admit that he didn't mind the idea of pampering the Great Dane. The tie lasted almost a half hour and, during that time, Robert managed to feed Don and still had enough time to eat most of his own breakfast. Once their hips were separated, the Dog pulled him right back against him and, as he finished eating, Don spread their day plan out before him and it would all start with a movie for the household and yes, Robert would still be naked.

* * * * *

When Don made good on his promise to have Robert naked all day, Robert made good on his commitment to be a loyal 'servant' for the weekend. At the Great Dane's insistence the entire household joined up in the living room to watch whatever show Don had selected to stream. It didn't take long before Craig and Phil realized that Robert was being put out on display and, at that point, the Dogs' attentions were only somewhat on the television.

It was only past the opening credits that Craig had pulled his shirt off and tossed it over the back of the sofa where he and the other Dogs had been seated. Robert, who was sitting on the floor, flanked by either of Don's legs, heard the commotion and looked back to watch the event, followed by the Boxer slipping out of his shorts. Once he was noticed he was being watched, Craig only responded with "What? If you're not gonna wear clothes why should I have to be all wrapped up?"

Phil, on the opposite side of the sofa from Craig apparently took a moment longer before he realized what was happening but, once he caught sight of the Boxer getting naked the Basenji wasted little time with pulling off his t-shirt and wriggling out of his cargo shorts. Robert saw the chubby Dog's ears redden once he noticed the Human watching, but the Dog continued, stating simply "I think we're showing solidarity... right?"

Don chuckled, reaching over to pat his room mate on the head. "Sure... go with that, All-Filled-Up. If you're wanting to show THAT much support, you can always sit down on the floor with him too."

All smiles, Phil did just that, slipping off the edge of the couch and scooting closer to Robert, tail thwapping happily on the carpet. If Robert felt any amount of discomfort being snuggled from the right by the naked Basenji while being stuck on the floor between his boyfriend's spread legs he didn't really have much time to consider it because a naked Boxer flopped down to his left. When the Human turned to regard Craig the Dog simply glanced his way, winked, then went back to watching the television.

Robert had never been a huge fan of movies but he enjoyed the company of his room mates all of the other times they hung out in the living room watching a film so he was more than willing to spend an hour and a half with the guys. That morning, however, with a Dog on either side and one seated behind him on the sofa, the Human's attention didn't focus on the television very often. With a cute, chubby Basenji leaning up against him and an impressive, muscled Boxer's sculpted thigh pressed against his own, Robert took occasional glances and he he had no reason to deny that he definitely liked what he saw.

By the time the first twenty minutes had played both Dogs and the Human had shifted their positions several times. It was particularly difficult for Robert to figure out where to put his hands; he couldn't set them in his lap or risk accidentally stimulating his already intrigued member; folding them behind himself meant groping Don (the idea DID cross his mind, but he didn't want to disrupt his boyfriend's movie-watching experience at that moment); ultimately he settled on the only other option: Robert placed his left hand on Craig's thigh and his right hand on Phil's. Each Dog fidgeted at the touch but otherwise handled it just fine, attention staying mostly on the movie... but it didn't last.

Robert almost squeaked in surprise when he felt Phil's gentle touch as the Basenji's paw pad came to rest on his leg. A snort from Craig suggested that the Boxer realized what had happened, further reinforcing Robert's suspicion that the athlete had not been devoting all of his attention to the movie, and a second later Craig's paw came down on the Human's left thigh... followed by a gentle squeeze. Suddenly feeling the room's temperature increase a few degrees, it only got hotter when Don chuckled behind him from the sofa, and the Great Dane's shirt landed on the floor a few feet away. The movie was put on pause, and neither Craig nor Phil missed that sign.

The Boxer was the first to act, his paw sliding down to Robert's groin to encircle his rapidly-hardening maleness. Craig pulled the Human closer, a faint growl coming from deep in the Dog's throat as he wasted no time getting at Robert's ass, rotating him around until he had full access. Phil, in the meantime, had scooted just a little closer so as to not completely be left out. Don had pulled himself entirely up onto the sofa, watchful gaze staying on all of his room mates while he squirmed to get out of his pants even as Robert was tended to by the other two Dogs.

Robert's attention was pulled from his fiance as Phil leaned forward to lick the Human's cheek. The Basenji's tongue lowered down, grazing across the young man's clavicle then rose back up, migrating to Robert's chin before delving into his mouth. Welcoming it in, the Human let out a quick breath through his nose when he felt Craig's tongue spread his rump apart, delving into the cleft between and the opening therein. His toes popped as he clenched his feet when his body was invaded by the Boxer's thick, broad tongue, but it didn't last more than a few seconds. Pulling back, Craig's voice was deep, husky, and insistent. "Fuck... no more waiting... I want your tight ass, Rob..."

Don's objection was simple and to the point. "No tying."

View taken up by Phil's gleeful muzzle, Robert wasn't able to see Craig's expression but the disappointment was evident in his voice. "Well... he's YOUR Human, I guess..."

The statement certainly didn't stop the Boxer from going to town, and Robert winced at the first mighty thrust. Phil was quick to pick up the slack, distracting the Human with lavish attention-- kisses, licks, and snuffles. Even as Craig's pace picked up the Basenji's breath started coming out faster while he panted; it took a second for Robert to realize that he only saw one of Phil's paws-- the other paw was out of his view beneath the Dog's body, moving vigorously.

It was Robert's turn to smile; even though he was supporting his weight while Craig had at him doggy-style he managed to reach forward with one hand to grip the bicep of Phil's engaged arm. "Hold on... it'll be your turn soon..."

Despite an insistent whine, Phil complied, murmuring softly. "Oh... okay..."

Craig was moving faster at that point, pounding into him with abandon as if trying to prove Robert's assessment right. The Boxer was vigorous and insistent, his thick knot kissing the Human's opening with each thrust, but never hard enough to threaten to enter. The sensation was beyond Robert's capacity to resist and he found himself pushing back against each thrust, the stimulation from Craig's rock-hard rod getting the Human ever closer, but the Boxer finished first.

Robert felt the Dog's blunt claws dig into his hips as the college football star let out a long, protracted, growling groan. Craig didn't stop his thrusts, but the pace slowed noticeably. Each impact of the Dog's knot against his rump was accompanied by a pulse of the Dog's member and the Human felt the hot, thick seed sprayed into his insides at the end of every thrust. Unlike the other experiences he'd had with Dogs, as the spurts began to peter off the Boxer pulled out and the lewd sensation of flesh exiting his body was followed shortly thereafter by a small tickling trickle of seed leaking from him... and was added to by a few errant spurts painting the small of his back.

Realizing that he himself had been breathing heavily, Robert took a moment to do a mental check of himself. The Human was unharmed, only a little sore, and aching badly to have his own chance at a release. There was also a panting Basenji in front of him, staring longingly in a way remarkably similar to a four legged dog waiting impatiently to receive a treat. That thought made Robert smile since he had one in mind. "You ready, Phil?"

Don, still seated on the sofa, stroking his own cock casually and just chuckled before commenting "Isn't it obvious?"

Robert felt a flush come to his cheeks as the Great Dane's greedy eyes remained on him even as the Human rose up in preparation to turn around for the Basenji, presuming Phil would take up a position just like Craig, but he was wrong. Moving forward, the pudgy Dog wrapped his arms around the Human, tail flagging, wagging, and making large circles behind him as he overpowered Robert, taking them both forward as the young man was forced onto his back, just enough time and wherewithal to stretch his legs out before them buckled backward beneath him.

Panting, Phil licked his throat and then kissed him on the lips even while saying "Is... this okay?"

Still trying to catch up to finding himself on his back with the Basenji laying atop him, Robert only nodded the affirmative before Phil returned to kissing him, eager tongue pushing past the Human's quickly yielding lips. The Dog murred into his mouth while reaching down to grip him by the hip. Robert felt the pointed tip of Phil's thick member glance of his thigh once, then press up against his taint as the Dog made several experimental thrusts. Showing a strength empowered by desire, Phil pulled up on the young man's hips, raising them before thrusting again and his aim the third time was perfect.

Letting out a crooning groan into Robert's mouth the Basenji finally pulled his muzzle back, adjusting his position while looming over the Human. One paw still on Robert's waist, the other supporting his weight against the carpet, Phil began a rhythmic rocking of his hips, flesh forced into and out of the Human's already seed-slicked hole. More than Craig's angle, Phil's hit Robert's sweet spot and, before long he was squirming in the Basenji's grasp, moaning right along with the chubby Dog. Making it all the more stimulating was Phil's gut, which was just padded enough to drape over onto the Human's member, brushing against it with each of the Dog's thrusts. Robert came first.

The Human felt each and every one of his muscles gripping an convulsing against the pistoning rod buried deep inside him. He could almost imagine every one of the veins creating texture on the bright red shaft which didn't slow in the least as it continued to stimulate his prostate, every thrust working him into more of a frenzy as the excitable Basenji's member and pudgy gut milked him for all he was worth. Only after he was finally coming down off of his extended plateau and riding high on the waves of his orgasm did he realize that the Dog's entire body was quivering, and Robert's insides were overflowing with thick, copious amounts of fluid; Phil had apparently hit his breaking point at nearly the same moment as the Human.

Panting, Phil leaned down to share one more lengthy kiss with Robert before straightening back up, gently lowering the Human to the ground, and glance to Don. "I didn't knot him."

Gasping for air, Robert smiled at the Dog's admission. He lay on the ground, taking a few moments to wait for the room to stop spinning; had he really just had sex with two roommates in rapid succession? He'd gotten off without anything more than a few brushes of a furry belly against his otherwise unattended shaft. The reflection on his prior experiences ended the moment he saw the eager smile from Don as the Great Dane replaced Phil on the floor beside him. Robert gasped as the Dog slid two broad finger straight into him without meeting any resistance.

Pulling them out, Don presented them to Robert; they were completely covered in the mixed Dog semen of the Human's last two partners. Grinning ear to ear, the Great Dane brought the digits down to Robert's mouth and, as Robert obediently sucked them clean, Don confidently announced "Looks like you're ready for me."