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No Breed Restriction

By Roofles

In the middle of the night, in the suburbs of a Virginian town, there was a ruckus going on.

Every light on the street was off, everyone already in bed, except for one house. The yellow and tan house in the middle of the block. Light poured out over the perfectly trim, green front lawn with the white picket fence matching the rest of the cookie cutter houses on the block. A dim orange glow with two silhouettes hidden behind closed curtains, arguing. Yelling back and forth waking up everyone in ear shot as they went at it.

“I told you to put the lid down!” One of the two shouted at their partner. She threw her hands up in the air. “If you aren’t even going to listen to me, what’s the point?”

“You know it’s hard enough for me to piss in a human toilet!” The other barked back, growling at the smaller of the two. “With my height alone, it makes it… awkward, to angle like that.” He huffed out folding muscular arms over a thick chest as he turned his white furred, brown, and black splotched muzzle away from her.

The great dane was already done with this conversation.

This hadn’t been the first time they argued about it. It wasn’t like he could change his breed.

“Oh, don’t you dare growl at me! I nearly fell in.” She swiped out at the great dane’s snout who pulled back just in time, snorting a derisive laugh at the thought of her falling in. “Don’t laugh! It’s not funny! I got my panties wet.”

“I always make your panties wet.” Augustus “Gus” Lange smiled in amusement. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” He couldn’t resist the jab. Worked up like this. He wasn’t one to back down from a confrontation, even with his girlfriend of five years.

“Not tonight you aren’t!” And it was at that the bedroom door slammed in his face and Gus was forced to sleep on the living room sofa, again, that night.

“Seriously, woman.” Gus grabbed his brown leather jacket and headed out back needing a good smoke. The smoke helped clog his sensitive nose to the smells of the city and a great way to relax. It was hard enough having such a sensitive sniffer without smelling when your coworker farted or not.

Gus was a large dog with long muscular legs and a firm, thick build inherited mostly from his breed being a great dane. He stood just shy of seven feet, mostly in thanks to his legs. It forced him to duck his head down as he exited through the backdoor into the backyard the two of them had dreamed about getting.

A nice house in the suburbs with a fenced back yard they could hold barbecues at. The American dream. Ever since they had gotten the place, however, things had just kept coming up. One thing after another in their relationship that hadn’t been there before. It was as if once they staked their claim to a plot of land it became serious between the two of them and cracks began to form in their relationship as a consequence.

“Where did it all go wrong?” Gus grumbled as he padded his way out over the crisp green grass, looking up at the stars above on this summer night. He had slipped his old work socks on and the boots at the back of the house.

She always hated it when he left his socks lying around. He was tired working after such a long day and didn’t even have the energy to take the other sock off. The rent here alone was costing them more than just their savings.

Neither of the two were handling the adjustments all that well. Gus wasn’t used to having someone around twenty-four seven after work and there was little peace he had for some much-needed alone time. Everything in the house seemed to belong to her and he owned less and less space to stretch his legs.

From portraits on the walls to those little throw pillows she set up on the sofa, he couldn’t catch a break. Afraid of damaging or sitting on one because he’d ruin them. Gus couldn’t help being a big guy and the place was feeling more like a kennel than a home; locked away in a tight space unable to even stretch his ridiculously long legs out. The walls shrinking in around him by the day.

“Everything had been going great, mostly.” Gus seemed to be focus on the negative in their relationship these days than the positive, the cons outweighing the pros by this point. “Can’t even scratch my nuts in peace without getting bitched at that we have company over.”

Ever since the two had moved out of the city and to the house it had been one thing after another. Little things that stacked up one on the other. Forming an ever-growing pile, the two were, desperately, trying to ignore, neither of them wanting to admit this had been a bad idea. That they had been impulsive with this move. That things were progressing too quickly. Yet, it had gotten to the point that every single argument was just a continuous from one of the previous ones.

One of the two would storm off before resolving anything, letting it fester until the next time they snapped at each other. The fights blowing up from mole hills into mountains due to the past offenses. Gus was worried there wasn’t anything to recover at this point.

“Work too damn hard for this shit.” Gus groaned, resting against the fence as he took a smoke out. He always seemed to have one on his person these days.

Gus stared up at the night sky blowing smoke through his nostrils as he closed his eyes feeling the cool breeze blow. It was a nice change of pace. Less stuffy. Less bitchy. Able to just relax and think about nothing. No worries or concerns. Just let the gentle night breeze blow away the smoke of his problems.

Then, there was a clatter behind him, a door being kicked open and hitting the wall as someone came out into the frigid night air.

One ear perked up as Gus heard his neighbor coming out back, hauling a bag of trash to dump into one of the tin cannisters.

The back light flicked off and for a moment Gus was relieved his neighbor hadn’t heard their fight. He had enough on his plate without nosy neighbors snooping into such matters. Relief exhaled from his lungs until he heard the crunched of slippers over the slightly damp grass coming from behind him on the other side of the fence.

Gus tensed up, trying to play it off.

Ever the tough guy, the great dane didn’t want his neighbors thinking he was out here sulking after another fight with the misses. They were supposed to be the perfect couple, something his parents always reminded him about. And, as the man, he needed to be strong during these hard times. Work himself to death to provide for someone who wasn’t even putting out. Just like his father.

Gus was just tired of it all. Wanting nothing more than to rub one out in the peace of his own damn home.

“Bum a smoke?” His neighbor asked, resting against the fence without looking at the great dane. Neil was a head and a half shorter than the tall dog was. Gus could easily see over the fence, glancing down at the human on the other side.

At least it had been his next door neighbor on the right side of their house. The left side? He would’ve heard hell for waking those “dykes” up.

“You heard, huh?” Gus slipped another one out, handing it over. He owed Neil one for the last time the two were out here. It seemed to be a nightly routine these days.

“Everyone heard, dude.” Neil couldn’t help the snort of a laugh that snuck into his voice at the end. He was trying to play it off but the idea that someone couldn’t hear such a large, loud guy like Gus was amusing in and of itself.

Everyone took notice of Gus, usually for the wrong reasons.

“Right…” The great dane’s floppy ears splayed out in embarrassment. Gus kept a straight face, trying to not let the embarrassment show. Neil knew better than to point it out. The big guy liked to be the tough dog and wanted to be seen as such. “Of course, you did.”

“What was it about this time?” Neil decided to change the subject, focusing on the issue at hand instead. Maybe even offer a word of advice or two in help. Neil knew he was mostly just a means for Gus to vent and he was happy to be here for his friend during these difficult times.

“Forgot to put down the toilet seat. She fell in.” Gus snorted out angrily, dismissing the point she was trying to make.

Neil had to laugh at that. “Damn dude, sleeping outside, after that?” He jested, teasing the canine for being out at this hour. It was a stereotype to kick a dog out when they’d been bad. “Or rub your nose in it.” Neil was always one to tease the large canine about.

Gus acted as if it bothered him but was just glad Neil put up with his antics unlike so many others were able to. He was a big dog with a huge personality that could be overwhelming at times.

“Hey! That’s offensive!” The canine growled at the human who just rolled his eyes in turn.

“Suck it up, ya’ big puppy dog.” Neil had known Gus the longest out of all his neighbors.

The two had met at the welcome party for the newest couple on the block. Neil, being a bachelor, had been the only one there at the block party without a ball and chain holding him back from hanging out after introductions were made.

Hailey, Gus’s girl, had hit it up with several of the others at the party leaving Gus standing there, alone, off in the corner feeling awkward and uncomfortable the entire time. He had been forced into his nice Sunday clothes, to be paraded around and showcased like some show dog and then stuck in the corner to rot after. Gus’s rough exterior and grim expression kept others at bay, and he ended up heading out back to get a smoke in.

And there he bumped into Neil, literally knocking the human over, who offered him a light, even after his blunder. It was by chance the two ended up being next door neighbors. Not that Gus would ever say it, he was thankful though. Neil was one of the few people here he could actually talk with.

“Make you suck something.” Gus grumbled bitterly under his breath. Neil smiled at that as the two took a couple of minutes just savoring the silence they could share between each other without feeling obligated to fill it in with pointless chatter.

“You aren’t really forced to sleep outside, are you?” Neil had to ask. He only met Hailey a couple of times and it hadn’t gone well. She didn’t like his free bachelor lifestyle as if it would somehow infect Gus, ruining their perfect lives they pretended to have in front of others.

“What? No!” Gus growled at the idea, shaking his large head in annoyance. His ears folded back as he toyed with the lighter in his hand. “I’m sleeping on the sofa...” Gus said as if that were somehow better than sleeping outside like a dog.

“Not the one in the living room?” Neil turned to face the great dane finally, mouth open slightly in disbelief at the idea. “Dude. Dude! That thing is too small for me!” Neil said from experience, referencing the time he ended up crashing after a game, too drunk to head home. Hailey hadn’t liked walking in on him the next morning despite Neil making them breakfast in thanks for the stay. He’d worn a shirt, a pair of underwear and socks and little else. Gus had matched his appearance much to Hailey’s annoyance. “My neck was killing me for over a week. I can’t imagine a big guy like you forced too.”

“Not that big!” Gus snapped back, feeling touchy on the subject.

It was hard enough for the great dane to sleep in their bed, let alone on the small sofa that barely fit two people. She had gotten it for her and her gal pals when they came over, wanting plenty of space for them all to sit around the small tea table Gus had broken last week trying to kick his feet up onto it.

He wasn’t built for small spaces like that.

“Keep telling yourself that, Gus.” Neil rolled his eyes stamping out the cigarette in the ashtray on his side of the fence. Something he had installed for the two of them during nights like these. He knew how upset Hailey would get when Gus smoked.

Ironically, he only seemed to need one after hanging out with her these days. Gus had assured him their relationship was fine before the move, but Neil suspected the move had just been an attempt at repairing their already rocky relationship. If a house is built on poor foundation, it wouldn’t last. A relationship wasn’t much different. He didn’t voice his thoughts on the matter, just being here for a friend seemed more important than his two cents on the matter.

“It’s not much.” Neil began after another couple minutes of silence. Gus’s ears perked up, but the canine tried not to show any interest in what he had to say. “I got this futon thing,” he continued.

“Futon?” Gus snorted and shook his head.

“Let me finish! Fuck,” Neil ended up just laughing it off though. “It’s like this futon bed thing you lay out on the ground. Supposed to be good for your back and like, guys… like you.” He tried to say delicately but got a look for that. “What! I’m not the seven-foot behemoth terrorizing the neighborhood!”

“Why did you even get it then?” Gus chose to ignore the insult. He’d been called far worse things by the other neighbors on the block. They thought he couldn’t hear them talking behind his back, but Gus’s large ears weren’t just for show.

“It was on sale, duh.” Neil rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. “Dude! I saved like fifty dollars!”

Gus just gave him a long look at that. “Right.” He ended up saying, not pointing out how idiotic it was. “Save money by spending it.”

“On sale!” Neil just laughed. “Look, just come over. Check it out. See if you two are a match? Maybe you can borrow it when the misses ends up tossing your fat ass out into the yard.” Neil motioned for him to come on over as he headed towards the back door.

“I am not fat!” Gus growled back, easily reaching over and putting out the rest of his cigarette. It was easier to hide them on Neil’s side of the yard than risk the misses inside finding out he was still smoking.

Movement caught Neil’s eye and the human turned around in time to see the great dane face plant the back of his yard as he tried to crawl over the fence.

“Dude, the fuck.” Neil walked over to help him only to have his hand swatted away in embarrassment. He just rolled his eyes at the frustrated dog. “Can’t you, like, just step over you lanky bastard?” Neil teased the great dane about his leg length, always joking the guy was just a canine on stilts.

“My leg cramped, shut up.” Gus quickly got to his feet trying to brush off the grass stains from his shirt. “Fuck, she’s going to be pissed about these.” The canine growled down at his shirt.

“Just do your own laundry.” Neil couldn’t see a problem with this. Gus just gave him a look. “You know how to do laundry right?”

“What do I look like?” Gus just growled back in warning, though didn’t answer the question. “Just, like, toss it in on heavy duty… right?” The great dane ended up asking, looking away from the human just staring at him in disbelief.

“How do you even wipe your own ass with a brain like yours…” Neil wasn’t sure how Gus functioned throughout the day.

“Zip it, pipsqueak!” Gus just growled back in warning at the smaller human. “I can do laundry!” Gus said as he licked a thumb, trying to rub the grass stain out and only making it worse.

“Oh, for the love of… here!” Neil offered his hand. Gus just gave it a look, then back up into the humans face in confusion. “Your shirt! Give it! I’ll wash it while you check out the futon bed thing,” Neil snapped his fingers. “Come on, it’s freaking cold out here.”

“Cold?” The great dane snorted a laugh at that as he stripped off his jacket and shirt, handing it over. “I don’t see an issue.” Gus didn’t even bother to put his jacket back on, wearing it more for show than anything else as he stretched out.

Neil got an eye full of his friend’s stomach and chest and could clearly see why the canine didn’t have an issue with it. Gus was built like a truck. Thick and large, he towered over everyone else and was always looking down at you with that smug ass grin on his face knowing it. The great dane body was naturally fit, muscles rippled underneath his short white splotched fur. The pattern drawing your eye towards his stomach, and what lurked lower. Gus had a decent weight to him though and Neil knew it was because the guy was always sneaking bites behind the misses back, from hamburgers to vanilla shakes. Ordering food whenever she wasn’t around. Ending up hiding the trash in Neil’s garbage can to make sure she didn’t find out.

Neil thought it was funny until Gus began texting him to sneak him stuff over the fence.

“Didn’t get any on my fur at least.” Gus said, bending down to get inside the back door. He had walked into the door frame enough times to make it a reflex at this point.

“Yeah.” Neil said, pausing as he looked over the shirtless great dane’s body slowly before peeling his eyes away with a blush, not wanting to admit how good-looking Gus was. The dog had enough of an ego as it was without his gay neighbor drooling over him.

“So, where’s this dog bed?” Gus asked and it was hard to tell if he was joking about it or not. Neil didn’t ask as the great dane sniffed the air. “Oh! Is that cookies?”

“Peanut butter delights, yes.” Neil was always impressed with the dog’s sniffer. Able to detect a sweet a mile away. “On top of the microwave in the container.”

“You don’t refrigerate them?” Gus just asked already walking over to dig several out and stuff his face. Neil had begun to bake without chocolate ever since Gus had bumped into his life. The canine always ended up coming over sometime during the week to bitch about the misses and had an endless appetite to match. Due to his breed and genetics, Neil had to start stocking up on things Gus could stomach or risk the canine blowing out the bathroom, again.

“The hell would I refrigerate cookies for?” Neil asked. Gus gave him a look. “Oh, damn. She has you SO whipped.”

“I am not whipped.” Gus rolled his eyes, grumbling as he stuffed his face.

“Dude. She has you collared and leashed.” Neil said but still made a whip cracking motion. He didn’t know how to mime a dog collar and leash.

“Offensive!” Gus tried to say around a mouthful of peanut butter cookies.

“You are a credit to your species.” Neil just laughed. “No wonder why she has you sleeping in the backyard, some kinky ass roleplaying going on there.” Neil just shrugged as he stepped aside into the small laundry room. He was already pulling down oxy to soak the shirt in before washing the grass stains out as Gus came around to corner, not wanting to drop the subject.

Or lose another argument. Neil figured it was the latter.

“Yeah, but with roleplaying you at least get some.” Gus scowled, looking away as he stomped his heavy paws into the side room. His work boots were killing him, and he was already pulling the things off to stretch his socked toes out and stretching his long limbs out. Sitting them up and onto the coffee table. “Now this! This is a table!”

The great dane just kicked the shoes to the side as Neil walked in to look at Gus. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think Gus lived here with how he treated the place.

“The hell are you doing?” Neil asked. Gus’s ears fell back at that, as if worried he was going to get scolded again for being messy. “I’m not hauling that heavy ass thing in here. Come check out your dog bed.” Neil motioned for the great dane to follow as he headed down a very small flight of stairs into the garage, he had converted into a family room, of sorts.

Gus perked up at that, jumping to his feet and following easily with only a couple of elongated steps. Every three to four steps Neil made seemed to match one to two of Gus’s.

“Lookin’ good. Coming along nicely.” Gus didn’t bother trying to whistle and just let out a low “woof” instead. The sound always made Neil blush.

Neil had put down fresh carpet and painted the garage in a rich dark maroon color that gave the whole place a studio feel. There were several curved lamps in the corners with dim lights highlighting the posters he had set up on his walls. There was just enough to fill the empty space without overcrowding it.

There was plenty of room left to fill that Gus had tried to talk Neil into just leaving alone. It was nice to be able to stretch for once. Due to it being a garage, the ceiling was taller than the rest of the rooms in the house giving even the large canine room to stretch out in.

A lazy boy had been brought down the steps and set up in front of the large projector screen on the wall. There was a cooler nearby with drinks and several bags of chips resting against it.

“I even have a popcorn maker.” Neil pointed out as Gus gawked at the place. Neil had spent all last weekend making the small corner bar in the, corner, of the room. There was a popcorn maker besides several bottles of hard liquor.

“Are these signed?” Gus walked over to read the scrawling on the bottom of one of the posters.

“Some of them, yeah.” Neil just shrugged. “I had some free time open and was able to go to the comic con they had up in Washington last year. You know, that big one. I would’ve gotten you tickets…” Neil trailed off. He tried to never directly talk about Gus’s girl for more than one reasons.

Gus could complain how his girl because they were dating. Neil didn’t have the right to outright attack Hailey, even when she was being a bitch. He didn’t like to think about her when Gus was around, though that might’ve been for more selfish reasons. Times like this, he just enjoyed having Gus around.

It wasn’t like anyone else was going to crawl over the backyard fence to hang out with him.

“Yeah, like that would happen.” Gus forced out a grunt of a laugh. There wasn’t any amusement in his voice. “Like I could just up and go to such a thing without a three-year notice.” He growled, his balled-up hand shaking. “I can’t even have this!” He gestured around the room.

“…Posters?” Neil asked confused, sitting down in the beanbag chair he found at a garage sale. It reminded him of something he had as a kid. Like several of the random nicknacks in the room, Neil had just collected them as he went. Never looking for anything just buying what he wanted when he wanted.

He opened the side cooler and grabbed a beer out, handing one over to the great dane who was already reaching for one. Gus popped the top off, took a swig, before passing it to Neil before taking the other to open up for them. The canine not even seeming to notice he’d done the act as he drank from the second bottle, needing to placed the top further into his muzzle or risk spilling.

“Posters! Chairs. A room to myself! You know she bought throw pillows?” Gus said, getting worked up as he paced back and forth in the room, venting his frustrations over it all.

“And…?” Neil just asked, waiting.

“Throw pillows! Those tiny decorative pillows you can’t sit on?” Gus growled back. “They’re so small and annoying. They get everywhere. I can’t freaking sit down without ruining something and they end up falling off the sofa when I try and she gets mad, saying I tossed them aside. Even though I didn’t. I wanted to! But I didn’t.”

“Pillows. Right.” Neil just frowned.

“They’re so small and got those little tassel things on them.” Gus just went on. Neil knew this wasn’t just about the pillows, but he let his friend have his moment. It wasn’t like Gus could complain like this to his girlfriend.

“They just can’t handle your thick glorious ass, my friend.” Neil lifted up a drink as if salute to Gus’s glutes. The great dane’s ears folded back at that. “Unlike this guy here,” Neil patted the bean bag chair. “It sinks in perfectly at your weight and just forms around you. The only problem is, getting out of it.” He laughed making half attempts to try.

Gus just grumbled about that, looking over to the lazy boy then back down at the human.

“I want to try it.” Gus said, coming over. He stood over the human, glaring down at him.

“Dude, there are plenty of room for you to sit, like, literally, anywhere else.” Neil just gestured around them at all the open space. “Stretch your freakishly long legs out and do doggy style.” Neil was joking about the yoga he did every morning, always offering Gus to come along and do it with him.

“No means no, Neil.” Gus rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to be one of those sissy fags doing yoga every morning, no matter how good it was supposed to be for you. “I want to try that. I haven’t sat in one of those since I was a pup.” Gus walked over, glaring down at the human as if threatening to pick him up and toss him aside. “So, move.” He motioned with a hand.

“Move? It’s my place!” Neil just laughed, taking another drink. “Besides, I doubt yo’ fat ass would fit.” Neil started before jumping as Gus turned around, wiggling his ass at him. “The hell you doing.”

“I’m going to sit.” Gus just warned.

“Don’t you freaking dare!” Neil quickly set his drink aside as he tried to push the great dane away. Gus just took the encouraging gropes to his ass as confirmation to sit. The weight increased on Neil’s arms as the great dane slowly lowered his haunches down. “You’ll pop the damn thing.”

“Just scoot over.” Gus said as if that was the only issue here.

“It wasn’t design for two people!”

“Well,” Gus just said flopping down onto Neil’s lap knocking the breath out of him. “It seems to fit fine to me.” The great dane stretched out, kicking a leg up on the chair as he lounged back, rubbing his ass over the human beneath him. “I told you to move.” Gus said as if in apology. He wiggled back and forth. “Fuck. I think I’m stuck…”

“I told you!” Neil just tried to shove the great dane off him who only smirked in reply.

“I am a guest, you should’ve shared. What a poor hostess you are.” Gus teased.

“This is my house; I swear I’ll kick you out.” Neil said but his tone was enough for Gus to ignore it.

“And this is my seat.” Gus just shrugged his large shoulders as he rested back. Reaching over, he easily snagged the remote that would’ve been out of the human’s reach. “What do you got on this thing.” He asked, showing no signs of moving as he turned the projector on and began flipping through the channels.

“I got,” Neil grunted. “Pack 12 and,” he shoved Gus with both hands and barely budged the heavy great dane as he tried to get comfortable underneath him. He was just thankful the bean bag dispersed their weight evenly, the seams threatening to burst at any moment. “And practically all streaming services.”

“Ah, to live the bachelor life again.” Gus just said wrapping an arm around the human. That strong arm flexed, the great dane showing off, as he hugged Neil against his side. “You are so lucky.”

“Dude,” Neil closed his eyes feeling the warmth and sweaty fur rubbing over the side of his face. “When was the last time you showered?”

“This morning.” Gus rolled his eyes. “I always shower before work.”

“This before or after you rolled around in a pile of used jockstraps?” Neil wrinkled his nose.

“I worked all day!” Gus complained as if he was the one suffering here. “Wake up at the butt crack of dawn, go to work an’ ten hours later get home to a bitchy girlfriend who can’t let a dog take off his socks before getting on him for forgetting to do the dishes.”

“Right. You do, what, construction work?” Neil had to think that over as he tried a position that wasn’t crushing him under the heavy great dane.

“It’s exhausting.” Gus swooned dramatically. “It’s the dog days for me.”

“Don’t you just stand around and bitch all day?” Neil couldn’t help his smart mouth and regretted it seeing the look in the great dane’s eye.

“You got a mouth on you tonight.” Gus brow sunk over his eyes as he stared coldly at the human. “I don’t think you understand the position you’re in here.”

“It is my house-,” Neil started up only to get squeezed tighter against the great dane’s side and against his sweaty, furry armpit as Gus gave his head a rough noogie.

“We used to do this all the time to punk ass bitches like you in school,” Gus just growled playfully, his short tail wagging as he easily overpowered the human who could take it. Neil wasn’t a small guy and Gus liked that about him. It just meant he could be rough with the human like this.

Gus was forced to wear kid gloves with everyone else. It was nice to be able to just hang out with another guy like this.

Neil’s face rubbed against the sweaty furred armpit as the strong, muscular arm squeezed around his head trapping him there against Gus’s body. The sweaty aroma rubbing against Neil’s face as he took a hesitant breath of his friend. The canine easily overpowered him, despite Neil’s best efforts to push him off keeping his nose trapped there. The great dane seemingly oblivious to it. Gus wasn’t just a large guy; he had the strength to back it up and was equally dense.

Neil was already tapping out within the first minute, not wanting Gus to feel his enthusiasm poking the great dane’s rear.

“Stop, stop! I yield, I give! Uncle!” Neil pleaded as the stink of the great dane was getting to him. He could smell it in his nostrils and feel the waxy tinge of Gus’s fur against his face. He would need a shower before he went to bed tonight or risk smelling Gus the entire time.

His wet dreams were already bad enough thinking of the great dane without smelling him while he was at it.

“Just like that? What do I get for it, huh?” Gus just growled, getting worked up as he wrestled the human into submission easily under him.

“I was going to let you borrow the futon! Remember?” Neil finally managed to pull his head free. His hair was a mess and the great dane just barked a laugh at that.

“Well, sure. But I think you’re the one coming out winning here.”

“How am I possibly winning?” Neil just frowned at the heavy great dane on his lap. He was beginning to loose feeling in his legs.

“You get to hang out with such a great guy like me!” Gus just smirked, his bumpy smokey gray lips pulling up in a large smile. “You are welcome, by the way.”

“Right.” Neil just frowned at him.

“So.” Gus brought up again, rolling his wrist. “How can you make it up to me?”

“You could get off, for starts.”

“No, no. See. Then how will you learn not to take my seat?” Gus tut-tut Neil with a boop to his nose with a paw padded finger. Neil wasn’t sure if the finger smelled as strong as his armpit did but could only assume Gus had been scratching himself when the human wasn’t looking.

Hell, Gus would scratch himself even when Neil was looking.

“This is my house!” Neil just said loudly, again.

“And this is my seat.” Gus just rolled his eyes. “We’ve been over this.” The great dane crossed one leg over the other as if in deep thought, rubbing his hind paw with a hand. “It’s nice to be able to just sit down and relax like this…” He muttered softly, looking away.

Neil sighed at that.

He knew how hard it was for Gus to relax like this. To just take a load off and to be able to get away with joking around, roughhousing and just being himself these days. The great dane didn’t seem happy since the day the two of them moved in. It was supposed to be their dream house and all it seemed to be doing was stifling the great dane, restricting what he could and couldn’t do.

At least here, he could take a load off. Stretch out without fear or ramifications for breaking something. Neil just wished it wasn’t on him.

“Here,” Neil begrudgingly took the hefty paw in one hand before bringing the other over to hold it for the great dane. Gus’s ears perked at that, looking down at it, then at Neil who began to rub over the socked paw with his thumbs. “You got to work the thumbs in, or your just rubbing the skin and not the underlining problem.”

“You seem to be… good at this.”

“My ex loved to get rubs.” Neil shrugged offhandedly. He didn’t want to touch on that subject. Despite Gus’s antics, the human did enjoy his company. He was a bit touch starved these days and having the canine around helped him with that. “I learned a lot from him.” It hadn’t been a mutual break up and some nights Neil struggled not to call his ex just to hear his voice, again.

That’s usually when he went out back for a smoke. And where he bumped into Gus as if the canine was waiting for him.

“Right…” Gus’s ears splayed out, looking away as the human rubbed over his heavy paw like this. “This isn’t, like, gay, is it?” The dog’s voice was soft as he asked the question as if worried about it.

“Not really, no, why?” Neil just stared down at the oversized paw in his hand. The sock formed nicely around Gus’s toes and over the paw pads on the underside of it. Neil could so easily trace them out with a finger, feeling the springy paw pad underneath the damp, musky fabric.

The feel of that fabric clung to his fingers. The sweat and build up showing on the underside of the white sock, making it look worn and used. Neil was sure these socks had been worn before but didn’t point that out right now.

“Just, you know, one guy. Feeling up another guy.” Gus blushed underneath his thin white fur, the inner parts of his ears turning as red as the walls were in this studio.

“I wouldn’t call rubs feeling up.” Neil laughed softly at that. “When you go get a massage at a masseuse, do you think that’s gay if its from a guy?”

“I’ve never been to one.” Gus admitted.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it just seems… gay. To get a rub down.” Gus rested back, mulling it all over. He enjoyed it. But was conflicted over it. He was just glad it was the two of them, knowing Neil would never tell anyone.

Neil was one of the few people he could trust on this block. The rest were chatty Kathy, gossip whores as far as Gus was concerned.

“I heard its only gay if the balls touch.” Neil rolled his eyes at the dumb joke that had plagued the internet for far too long. It hadn’t stopped him from using the same line with the straight guys in college.

“I figured ass fucking would be gay.” Gus just said making Neil blank at the bluntness of it.

“I mean, well, sure, maybe. B-but like, you can ass fuck a chick, right?” Neil asked having never been with or ever considered being with a woman. Gus’s blunt mannerism always caught him off guard like this, breaking down his defenses and letting Neil be himself around the curious canine.

Neil never felt as if Gus were getting on him or testing him as so many others had.

“Sure, there are more than one hole you can fuck on a chick. If they let you…” Gus brow furrowed up at that. Neil clamped his mouth shut on that subject as he just continued to rub the great dane’s paw with him in his lap. Gus rested some more of his weight against the human, pinning him there against the bean bag chair they were sharing. To anyone else, it might look as if they were cuddling. “My girl doesn’t let me do much. When we do, do things. She controls it all.”

“Yeah…?” Neil kept his voice down as he asked, just focusing on the paw in his lap.

“She isn’t up for much either,” Gus shook his head in disappointment. “We’ve been doing the same thing over and over again. Vanilla is my least favorite flavor but the only one I can have.” Gus groaned out, lamenting his blight.

“Right.” Neil just answered as if asked a question.

“Even this!” Gus gestured down at Neil’s hands rubbing his paw. “She doesn’t, like, want to touch me unless I shower and scrub myself down first. Every. Single. Time.”

“That doesn’t seem too unreasonable…” Neil could smell the canine’s muskiness and knew he’d have to air out the room after Gus was gone.

“Every single night?” Gus eyes practically bugged out his head at the very idea. “You furless guys got it lucky.” The great dane reached over and pet the side of Neil’s face as if there was nothing to it. Just feeling his cheek between his thumb and index finger, pinching him. “You don’t get waterlogged or have to spend an hour and a half drying off after.”

“Does it really take that long?” Neil just asked, rubbing his cheek after and regretting it. Now his cheek smelled like dog paw.

“Sometimes!”

“Doesn’t she help?”

“Help?” Gus snorted at the idea, shaking his head.

“Oh, I’d help.” Neil said before catching himself. “I mean, if I were dating a… dog, that is. I would help dry him off. Like, you got those big industrial fur dryers these days? Could get your back, I mean, his back and just…” Neil wished he had stopped talking before he even started.

“Be a lot easier, yeah.” Gus just scratched underneath his muzzle, seeming to miss what Neil had been getting at. It was times like these, Neil was thankful Gus could be so thickheaded.

Gus ended up putting on a movie, one he wanted to see but wasn’t able to at home as Neil’s hands roamed up from his paw, over his sore legs and to his stomach where they scratched idly. Gus didn’t stop him and the goofy look on his face told Neil enough how much he was enjoying the belly rub.

Neil just didn’t point out, as he groped Gus’s chest, this would be feeling the canine up. Instead, he just mixed in rubs with gropes giving them both a good time as Gus perk on one of his favorite movies.

“I grew up with so many guys like this!” The great dane pointed at the screen, barking a loud laugh. He was a big guy with an even larger laugh. “So many guys on the East coast are like that, you have no idea.”

The two had, somewhat, comfortably managed to find a position to share the bean bag chair in. Neil was still mostly being crushed underneath the great dane half on his lap and half off it at this point. Gus kept one of his large, long legs over the human’s lap as he rested back, arm wrapped around Neil’s back as they watched the movie. Neil petting over the leg in his lab, scratching underneath the thin fur and up Gus’s thigh and back down.

“You never go ass to mouth.” The movie got to and Gus couldn’t help the bark of a laugh that escaped him. Neil was just glad he had thought to soundproof the garage with how loud Gus could be.

“See? That! That’s what I’m talking about!” Gus pointed at the screen several times as if Neil wasn’t watching the same movie with him. “She would never do that.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.” Neil said.

“Well, she’d never do it! She rather have thanksgiving at my parents place before trying something like that in the bedroom.” Gus shook his head side to side, bumping his muzzle several times into the side of Neil’s head without even seeming to notice.

“It really isn’t that big of a deal.” The human just rolled his eyes, not seeing an issue here.

“The ass to mouth is a huge deal!” The great dane huffed out, crossing his arms now and pouting like an oversized child. He pressed his weight against Neil as if to stress his point.

“Dude, dude, I get it!” Neil pushed against the great dane resting heavily against him. “I do it all the time! It really isn’t that big of a deal.” Neil said tapping out. At this rate, Gus really was going to break the bean bag chair.

Gus’s ears perked up at that, the great dane turning his large head to look at the human sitting next to him.

“Wait, really?” Gus said in disbelief.

“Yeah. I mean it’s a rather common thing in the gay community.” Neil just shrugged. “Fucking another dude’s ass is kind of a big thing. If you’re an ass man, on top of that, you want to do a lot with it, you know? Dildos. Rimming. Sucking. Sitting.” Neil rolled his hand as if it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

“I guess…” Gus licked his lips. “Like all that stuff?”

“Yeah?” Neil had to think about it. He’d done it so often it was just second nature to him at this point during sex. It wasn’t that big of a deal for the guy, he never thought it would be an issue. He supposed a hetero man’s relationship would differ from a gay man’s. “I mean, rimming is the biggest thing, I guess. Helps prep and such.”

“That’s like licking and such.” Gus asked, getting really curious now and forgetting all about the movie still playing.

“Right. You don’t just go in blind, though.” Neil laughed, feeling embarrassed on the topic now. “It’s kind of an unsaid thing but, like, the guy goes and wipes up first with cleansers and wipes and such or showers before you go in. I even have a few cleansers in my bathroom for when I used to do it.”

Gus swallowed heavily, eying the side room and then back at Neil. He did this several times as the gears in his head turned.

“So, like, if they were clean down there, you’d just what, lick them up?” Gus swallowed heavily; ears perked up. Neil had never seen him so focused before.

“Well, we usually call it eating them out. Kind of like what you straight guys do with chicks. Just, you know, with the ass.” Neil laughed at the idea. “A lot of guys are really sensitive with their rear ends, the prostate and all that. I knew a lot of straight guys in college who would use a dildo on themselves before fucking a chick. Adds more sensation when you blow. Other times, guys can finish just getting ate out.” This was a very strange turn in their conversation, but Neil was used to it. Most of his friends talked about this stuff openly, casually out while getting coffee.

A gay man’s life was very different from a straight man he was learning. Or maybe that was just the people Neil hung out with.

“Is that… so?” The great dane nodded as if following along with it all. “I’ll, I’ll be right back!” The great dane suddenly pushed himself up to his feet, making Neil grunt from the pressure before being able to breathe again as Gus quickly headed towards the restroom.

“The hell was that about?” Neil just rolled his eyes, watching the movie.

Within the first minute of Gus leaving, there was a crash in the side room making Neil sit up. Within the second, he could hear the great dane cursing, barking at something before the sound of hissing water soon followed by several frantic movements to make it stop. All within the first three minutes. The side bathroom was small, even for Neil, and he could only figure that Gus was having the hardest time of his life trying to fit inside it.

By the fifth minute a, slightly damp, great dane came out looking as if he had just gotten back from a war.

“How long were you gone for?” Neil said in disbelief, gawking at the canine standing there.

“Don’t start.”

“Did you shower?” Neil asked, eying Gus. The great dane was drying off his arm with the hand towel.

“No!” Gus growled back, tossing the hand towel to the side. “Why aren’t you sitting down?” The great dane just jumped on that instead, changing the subject. “You were supposed to stay seated in the bean bag chair.”

Neil had gotten up to pull out the futon and set it up so Gus could check it out, or maybe even crash there for the night. The two of them would hear about it from the misses, but the idea of having his friend stay over was a welcome change from the otherwise silent home these days. Neil just missed the company that someone could bring, and Gus was a hell of a lot of company for one dog.

“The futon?” Neil just pointed at the thing directly in front of him as if he were blind. “The entire reason you came over.” It was a large thick foam mattress substitute that he had gotten for this very reason but wouldn’t admit to Gus he had.

“Right. Futon. Futon.” Gus said again, thinking it over. “I don’t know if it has that has good enough support.” He mumbled aloud, thinking it over.

“Well, that’s why you try it out.” Neil rolled his eyes.

“You first.”

Neil wasn’t sure what to say to that.

“Well. Go ahead.” Gus just huffed in annoyance, clearly bothered by something Neil wasn’t following along with and just gave in. It was getting late, and he was beginning to feel it as he laid down. “See. Works great.”

“Now then…” Gus said walking over in a couple of steps, easily closing the distance before Neil could catch on what the great dane had in mind.

Before Neil could even sit up, Gus stepped over him and was lowering himself down onto and over Neil’s back like a musky, furred blanket, draping himself and his long limbs out over the human’s body. Neil grunted at the pressure slowly pressing down on him and was glad this futon had far more support than the ones he had to used back in college.

It compressed and formed around him as the great dane lounged out over him with a content, happy sigh. Neil could feel Gus flex, squeezing his arms around the human’s sides and keeping him firmly trapped there under his chest and lower body as the great dane rested his chins on his hands.

“Far better support than I thought you’d be.” Gus said aloud with a soft woof.

“Me?” Neil blushed, unable to think as he felt it. The slow rhythmic grinding of his of a firm bulge against his rear. A natural act Neil had done several times before against a body pillow. The slowly rhythmic humping of a needy, wanting man that found that one comfortable position to just go at it.

“I figured the futon be good.” Gus huffed out as he pressed his firm thighs down against the human, humping and pressing his bulge against Neil’s ass cheeks. “I saw it on those infomercials as well. The late-night ones.” He swallowed, pressing back down before lifting his hips and repeating the action. Taking his sweet time to savor each and every move he made. “And I always wondered. What it would be like. To fuck someone on one of these.”

Neil’s breath caught in his throat, his face turning as red as the walls were in the studio as the heavy, musky weight of his friend pressed back against him. Neil couldn’t help himself as he pushed back against the horny great dane behind him. That bulge was large, larger than Neil had ever felt before as the great dane dry humped his ass. Using his whole body with the motion, like a wave, over the human to press him down under his bulk and weight.

“I thought about it.” Gus licked his lips, panting like a dog in heat. “I knew she’d never like to do this. She doesn’t like it, rough, like this. Like you do.” Gus growled against his ear, letting out a hot breath as his tongue licked along Neil’s earlobe, making the human shudder and quiver like, Gus’s, bitch in heat. “But you. You love this don’t you. You always love when I get all handsy with you. Physical. Touching, feeling… sitting.”

Neil couldn’t form words as the heavy man on top of him grabbed his hands, enveloping and covering them with his own, easily swallowing Neil’s hands in his grip as Gus held them down. The great dane’s muscles flexed as he pushed his upper body up, humping down against him in the process. Rubbing his bulge against Neil’s ass, treating him like an object to hump against for the great dane’s pleasure.

“This is the kind of yoga real men do,” Gus growled out lustfully. “I could smell you.” He added. Wanting to tease Neil, to get him shaking like before. Like that one night. When the two of them had gotten drunk and fooled around. “Smell how into this you are.”

Neil had been so willing to get on his knees for the big dog. Gus wasn’t as drunk as he had let on and was more than happy to get some attention, down there, from someone so happy and eager and willing to service him like this. Neil had been his happy good boy, drooling over his fat nuts that slapped him in the face. Mouthing and teasing his sheath opening, kissing, and making out with it like a horny inexperienced teen. Licking and lapping at it, thirsty. Thirsty for more of what Gus had to give him. To offer him. Pre and slobber mixing into one that coated Gus’s full sheath and drooled out over the rim of it, down its length to coat is balls in the spunky, musky fluid as the great dane rubbed it over Neil’s face and body as he jerked off above him.

It had been one night that had turned into many. Simple meetings outside, a jump over the fence and the two would end up somewhere in Neil’s house, together, fooling around to let off all that built up steam. Gus having issues at home, not getting any, and Neil having just broken up with his ex at the time.

One time turned into two. Three. Four. Countless other times that Neil had become Gus’s bitch and the great dane loved every minute of it. Figuring out one new thing after another with the human. All these things he couldn’t do with his own girl. Experiment and test out. Things she didn’t want to even try. And all these things this guy, this neighbor, this human was willing to do for Gus.

It made his toes curl. Made his breath heavy and wet as he drooled over Neil’s face, pinning the human down on the futon and just looking at down at him. Under him. It was such a good feeling. Looking down at someone pinned under your heavy, large body and Gus loved to see Neil’s face looking back up at him with such wanting, pleading eyes.

“You fucking little tease,” Gus sniffed at him. Shoving his large snout against Neil’s face. “You pretend you aren’t interested. That my big sweaty paws don’t turn you on.” His large snout sniffed and snorted over the human’s face, moving his hair as he did so. “Yet, I can smell it. Smell how much I turn you on. How much I get you worked up. How you’ve been preing this whole time, thinking of me. Wanting to touch yourself. Touch yourself, thinking of me.”

Gus ground his groin over Neil’s making the smaller human whimper and twist his hips, trying to move aside as Gus relentlessly rubbed his hefty groin over Neil’s own.

“And how you knew, when I was ready, you’d get some.” Gus nosed down at his hair, panting against Neil’s ear. The human shuddered feeling, hearing that heavy breath panting against him. “How long did you hold out this time, I wonder.” Gus reached down to grope and feel Neil’s groin. “How long did you wait for me to get this worked up? Teasing me with that cute little ass of yours. Wiggling those hips. Eyeing me. Oh, I saw. I saw how you ate up my naked chest. How your eyes would roam down to my pants, hoping I would drop them this night… as well.”

Gus licked over and suckled on Neil’s ear before quickly pulling off, sitting on the human’s legs, and panting heavily as he scratched over his chest.

“I want to try it.” Gus just said after a moment, catching his breath. Neil gave him a look. “Ass to mouth. I did what you said. So, you won’t mind doing it for me.” Gus thumbed the opening of his shorts and popped the button open, zipping down with two fingers slowly as he licked over the side of his muzzle. “Eat my ass, rim my sweet musky hole, feel my heat against your face.”

Neil held Gus’s thighs, fingers gripping tightly as he bucked his hips against the canine. Gus barely moved. He let out a chortle at that.

“Eager, aren’t you? I like that.” Gus slowly got back up. “Now then.” He motioned back to the bean bag chair. “We know for sure that can support our combined weight.” The great dane gave a lewd smirk. “What are you waiting for?”

“Uh…” Neil wasn’t sure where to start. They usually drank a lot more than this before fooling around. Sometimes Neil would get out the bong and the two would share a smoke before getting into the mood. Teasing each other and working up to the point that, with the combined inebriation they’d be ready to push to that next level from friends to fuck buddies.

With the next morning turning back into friends and neighbors until a night like this came along again.

Each getting something from the other. Gus got off and Neil got the company he craved. This time, however, felt different. And as Neil got up on hesitant feet, walking over to sit in the bean bag chair, looking up at his friend. It felt far more intimate than any of the previous times.

Gus didn’t need to say a word as he reached down to pet over Neil’s face. But he did. He liked to talk. He was a big dog with a big personality. One that only Neil seemed to be able to take in stride like this.

“Your furless face will feel so damn good.” Gus huffed out, close enough that Neil could feel the great dane’s breath against his face. He drank it in, half expecting to get a kiss or lick in return. Gus just stood back up, turning around before thumbing the back of his pants down. “Save it for my ass, bitch.” Gus growled the word out.

It took Neil a while to figure out the tone used for such a disrespectful word could mean a lot more when growled from by a dog like Gus. How endearing such a word could mean in these vulnerable, intimate moments shared between the two lonely souls with each other. And how such a word was reserved for moments like this.

Gus pulled his shorts down, showing off his firm rear. The thin white fur covered it and lightened up between those perky cheeks. The tint of pink between Gus’s ass seemed to glow faintly in the light as Neil reached up to grope and feel up his friend. His fingers tightening and digging into the meaty muscle of it as Gus growled in approval above.

“Just so damn eager for me.” Gus dick jumped in his sheath, hanging loose and free from the front. His fat sack still hung loose in his shorts.

“You aren’t wearing underwear.” Neil dumbly noted as if that was what he should be focusing on.

“I took them off in the bathroom. Left you a little present, for being such a good bitch.” Gus licked over his lips before crouching down on his long legs and sitting back slowly. “For later. Right now. You just have to deal with all of me. If you can handle it.”

Neil didn’t so much as catch him with his hands as he did with his face.

He felt those warm, perky, still slightly damp, and sweaty ass cheeks press against his face, forming around it before pushing him onto his back in the bean bag chair. It sunk in at their combine weight, threatening to burst once more as Gus took a heavy seat with a low deep rumble of a groan that escaped him.

“Oh, that’s the spot.” Gus tilted his muzzle upwards, closing his eyes as he felt Neil’s lips right against his pink pucker of a tail hole. His whole body shuddered, shivers running down his legs and arms as he felt it. Felt Neil’s tongue taste him. Lick him. Trace his tail hole around and back as Neil ate his friend out.

Neil’s hands gripped Gus’s thighs, pushing up against it at the heavy weight as the canine sat on his face. He could taste the faint hint of the cleanser he had in the bathroom. But it was quickly overpowered by the great dane’s hot, musky ass that filled his nose with Gus’s potent animalistic scent.

The heat of the canine washed over his face, making Neil sweat. He could feel Gus squeeze every now and then, shifting his bulky weight from one side to the other, using his legs to support him as he repositioned for comfort and pleasure alike. The feel of it rubbing against his face, grinding over him made Neil whimper and moan into Gus’s tight, pink tail hole as the great dane stripped off the shorts the rest of the way and left them way they fell.

Neil never complained when Gus left his clothes around.

Gus fingered himself. Playing with his sheath opening and rubbing a coarse pink, black splotched paw pad over his equally pink, black splotched tip. Unlike his ass, the rest of Gus’s body was a mix of white, brown, and black fur. Like a white canvas that someone had flicked brown and black paint over randomly. It drew the eye to where Gus liked it though. Between his legs.

His hefty fat, full sheath hung loose between his muscular thighs. The heat radiating off him was nearly tangible in the room. Just like his smell. Gus didn’t need a sharp canine’s nose to smell just how rank he was down there. How manly he smelled. How strong it was or just how potent it was as he traced a finger around his hanging nuts to bring up and sniff.

Gus snorted at the smell, turning his head away with a laugh.

“Damn, Neil. Don’t know how you put up with me.” Gus smirked as he licked his finger clean, shuddering once more. “I’m almost to much dog for myself…”

The muffled groan of a reply under his ass was all Gus got as he lifted one leg up to step down on Neil’s groin. Pressing and teasing at the human’s hard shaft trapped in his pajama bottoms. The human squirmed under him, and Gus loved the feel of it. He was a big dog and there was no better case of that when Gus was in the bedroom with a, much smaller, partner like this.

Gus felt himself up once more. Rubbing his fingers along the loose flesh of his sheath, up to the top and then pulling it down to free his hardening length. It was hot to the touch, practically steaming in the cool air as he jerked it several times.

“I don’t know how people blow just getting ate out like this. Feel damn nice though.” Gus pressed back on Neil for several long seconds, half suffocating the human before easing off on his long legs to stand up. He clenched his rear, looking behind him at the disheveled mess of a man that was under him.

“Holy…” Neil could only say, blinking the spots from his eyes. He only could smell Gus as the great dane turned around to help him up, practically pulling the human to his feet.

“I don’t think I’d finish like that.” Gus sniffed Neil’s face over before snorting and turning his snout away. “You really do smell like me.” The great dane groped himself. “Futon.”

“Futon?”

“Yeah, we know we both will fit. And it can support us both, as well.” Gus just chuckled as if that had been his entire reason for lazing out on Neil before. “Now then. You want to get suffocated by my ass? Or fucked into a futon?” Gus offered as if Neil had a choice.

“I guess… Futon?” Neil was trying to smooth out his hair as his brain tried to catch up with the options given.

“Good choice.” And Gus slapped Neil on the ass as the human walked past him. Neil didn’t get two steps before the great dane was on him.

Rough hands groped and felt him up. Pulling up his shirts as strong arms squeezed the human against the great dane’s chest and body. Gus was panting, breathing heavily as he stripped the human naked and practically pushed Neil onto his back on the futon.

Neil landed softly on the densely foamed futon he had bought from TV. He looked up in time to see Gus tower over him, blocking out the dim light of the room before crawling on all four over the human. His fat sheath and nuts hanging between his legs, twitching, and begging for further attention.

“Oh, you are going to feel so good tonight.” Gus said as if talking to the futon. Petting over it with a hand and dragging his fingers down it, blunt claw pricking its surface as it went. “Going to love sleeping over on this more often.”

Neil just swallowed at the implication as he blushed, feeling one of those hands run up his now naked side and around his thigh.

“You don’t smell all that strong.” Gus nose twitched. “You will when I’m done with you.” He said as if to help the poor human out.

His snout bent down and sniffed over Neil’s groin and below several times before he looked up at the human with his legs up in air, waiting for Gus to do whatever he wanted to him.

“I smell the cleanser.” The great dane frowned.

“So?” Neil was the one that was confused.

“Did you,” Gus traced a dull nail down Neil’s side. “Wash up even before you came outside?” Neil didn’t answer that. “Did the trash even need to be taken out?” Neil couldn’t answer that. “Or did you just come out there, to make sure I was okay and taken care of me? My wants. And needs?” Gus chuckled, eyes looking up at the human lustfully. “Oh, I’m going to make you pay for that.” He gripped Neil’s thigh, opening his leg roughly. “In thanks.” And Gus was already moving forward.

Neil felt his legs being lifted up before his rear was sat, placed in Gus’s lap as the large canine easily manhandled the human into position. He could feel the great dane’s full sheath rubbing against his groin, down his taint and that pointed tip of the canine’s pink, black splotched cock press against his hole. It jumped, the heat of it making Neil gasp and pant heavily, smelling only Gus as the great dane coated his rear with his thick pre that oozed from his tip.

“Got to lube up my bitch,” Gus nipped at Neil’s neck making the human shiver once more. “Lube you up. Get you all nice and ready,” Gus pushed his tip against Neil’s hole. He could feel how loose it was. Maybe he’d been playing with the human too often these days. That or Neil was more prepared than he had thought. “Make you all mine.” And the dog wrapped his arms around Neil’s body, before laying him back on the futon and topping him.

Gus’s weight sunk the two into the foam futon as he pushed an inch into the human. Neil moaned against him as his rear was spread open as the thickening mass of the great dane slid further inside. Inch by swelling inch, Gus slowly spilled from his sheath into the tight, warm waiting hole of his human as he took him this night.

Filling Neil and spreading him more than anyone else ever could. He only felt whole when he was with Gus like this, forgetting about everyone else, and it showed in moments like this as words failed him and all he could offer the great dane in thanks were the moans of his, of Gus’s, bitch in heat wanting more of him. Moaning out his name. And never wanting Gus to stop.

Gus shook as he huffed out, gripping and slamming Neil’s thighs against his thighs as he pressed his forming knot against the human. Rubbing and teasing it over that spread hole, reminding Neil it wasn’t over just yet. Pulling back, Gus slammed in once more just for emphasis as the large canine rested over the smaller human straddled in his lap. Resting on him. Sinking his weight against Neil as Gus continued to hump against and into the human’s body, no clothes stopping him this time as his knot teased and pressed against Neil’s hole each time.

Neil breathed in Gus’s sweaty, musky fur. He clung to his body. Holding him, pulling him down against him as the great dane lifted up his ass and lower body to continue to hump into the human. Treating him as the best toy to play with. Pressing that knot further against him. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. To the point they both were just huffing out and panting like a couple of dogs fucking, heads empty and full of lustful need.

Lost in it all, Gus didn’t even realize he had knotted the human until the act had already been done. The pressure that build around his shaft was too much, the human tensing under him as Gus cried out in a howl of pleasure as his dick spasmed and jumped, shooting strands of hot spunky seed into the human. His bitch. Breeding him this night as he hunkered down over him, resting his bulk over Neil’s body, pinned the knotted human against the futon.

“Fuck.” Neil could only say.

“Fuck ya’.” Gus agreed, lounging out over the human’s body. “That’s how you. Do it.”

“You make it sound like we haven’t, before.” Neil just closed his eyes. He could still feel the thick mass inside sputtering and offering him more of the great dane’s seed. From experience, Neil knew Gus would keep this up for the next half hour at least. Those nuts weren’t just for show.

“You make it sound gay.” Gus growled, sitting up on his arm to look down at the human under him.

“Our balls are touching.” Neil just pointed out; Gus’s own draped over the humans.

“Not gay.” The great dane turned his head away, blushing as he grumbled under his breath. “Fuck off.”

“I think you already did that.” Neil just chuckled, letting out a heavy breath. Gus pulled back and the human jumped at that. “Fuck, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Gus turned his hips. The knot sealed in Neil’s ass pulling the human along with it. Gus winced but tried not to show it bothered him as he toyed and teased the human trapped against him.

“That. Stop doing that!” Neil glared at the great dane.

“Heh, well it looks like I’m stuck here tonight.” Gus shrugged a heavy shoulder. As if that had been the first time Gus said that, explaining why he was sleeping over tonight. Neil didn’t have it in him to point it out as he rested back.

The great dane stretched, enjoying the space and freedom he had here before lazing down, over the human’s body as if Neil was the bed the human had offered him instead of the futon the two were on.

“Hey. Get off.” Neil tried to tap out.

“This is my spot.” Gus just grumbled with closed eyes.

“This is my house.”

“This is my spot.” He just yawned, turning the other way, and wiggling down against the human under him, silencing Neil’s complaints in his sweaty armpit he rested over the human’s face. “Mine. My spot. Right here…”

And Neil didn’t have it in him as the two fell asleep, tied together, the great dane finding the peace of mind he needed and the human, the companionship he craved.

The end.