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Chapter 3 – A Rough Takeoff

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Marc sat quietly agonizing over the awkward situation he was in. He was shirtless in someone else's home and positively reeked of sex. The embarrassed human was in a pair of borrowed shorts and the owner was in front of him, watching intently. Jackson, the younger mastiff canid situated in the armchair across the room, eyed the anxious human over the brim of a cup of coffee. His gaze was intense and intimidating, and while Marc was trying to figure out what was going on in the canid's head, Jackson's gaze settled on the shorts. His eyes narrowed briefly but he kept his muzzle shut. Marc felt like he was being judged.

Wyatt padded into the room with his own mug and an over-sized bowl of cereal before plopping down onto the couch next to the nervous human. He wore a pair of white briefs and a tail swung happily behind him as if he didn't have a care in the world. When the mastiff settled into the cushions, his weight pressed up against the smaller man gently. Marc sighed in relief hoping Jackson was going to let the whole "sex with his father and wearing his shorts" thing slide.

The hope was alive until Wyatt spoke up with half a mouthful of food.

"Shorry, son. Didn't know you'were gonna shtop by this mornin'. Woulda cleaned up a titch after lasht night 'efore you got 'ere." He swallowed. "And I let Marc borrow your shorts for the night. His stuff is still in the dryer since we couldn't finish last night due to the power going out. I mean, we both finished, but not the laundry."

He winked at Marc who hid is face in his hands while his skin turned beet red.

Jackson didn't seem nearly as uncomfortable as the human. He brushed off the lewd remark quickly, but still rolled his eyes at his father.

"It's fine, dad. I should have used my nose before I barged in. It was obvious once the door was open, I just wasn't thinking." He took another sip of his drink. "Your boy-toy seems thoroughly embarrassed, though. Well done."

Marc lifted his head. "Boy-toy?"

He turned to his head to look at Wyatt who was leaning over and snuffling around the man's neck. The big dog grinned. Marc was about to tell him off and let him know that he was older than the pup across the room, but Wyatt spoke first.

"You smell like massage oil and cum, boy-toy." His muzzle split wide open in a shit-eating grin.

Marc's jaw dropped. A quiet "Jesus Christ" escaped his lips and he forced himself off the couch and away from Wyatt. He couldn't even look at Jackson. If he had, he would have seen the smirk on his face.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." He sighed. "Where can I grab a towel?" Marc started heading back to the bedroom before the canid had time to answer.

Wyatt was in the middle of shoving another morsel of food in his mouth. "Wait a shec, I'll get one fer you!"

The canid hoisted himself off the couch, set his plate down, and padded off after Marc. He paused and turned to Jackson with an apologetic look on his face. His son simply waved him on.

"I'll finish my drink and get outta here, dad. Gotta get some work done around town anyway, and I'm meeting Jessie for lunch. I'll, uh, call next time I'm coming over." Jackson said.

Wyatt waved at his son and continued to follow Marc through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He strode in as Marc was adjusting knobs and attempting to get warm water flowing in the shower.

Marc heard the mastiff approach but kept his focus on the steady stream of water that was slowly warming up. He took a few deep breaths to clear the embarrassment and felt two soft, over-sized paws gently press against his waist. They slid forward around his belly, encircling his stomach and pulling his bare body back against warm fur. Wyatt's chin came to rest on top of his head with a belly pressed against his back, and there was a soft thump of heartbeats as their bodies came together. There was the faintest sway, and Marc realized it was due to the gentle swing of Wyatt's tail.

The old canid spoke quietly. "I'm sorry, handsome. I didn't mean to make you mad. I was just playing around, and despite the commentary, Jackson doesn't care. He was teasing just as much to get to me as you. I let it get a little inappropriate."

Marc leaned back further into the warm body behind him and spoke. "He acted like this was normal. Has he caught you with a lot of guys?" He felt vulnerable asking that question and didn't want the answer bother him, but some part of his mind believed it might. He knew that was unfair.

"Not in the slightest," replied the canid. Marc relaxed further.

Wyatt released Marc and gently hooked his paws under the waistband of the shorts, sliding them to the floor. Marc stepped out of them. The canid removed his own briefs in turn and put a gentle paw on the man's back, guiding him into the warm water. He followed after and continued speaking.

"Now I'm no saint, and I've done my fair share of exploration after me 'n Martha split, but my home isn't for just anyone," he said.

Marc stood under the rush of water and let the heat soak into him. "Martha is your… ex-wife?", he asked.

"Yep." Wyatt poured a gently scented soap into his paws and began to lather. He beckoned Marc to step out of the water and started at his shoulders, using his paws to coat the man's smooth skin in suds. He worked slowly, truly cleaning instead of touching to tease. His paws glided over Marc's bare chest and arms, swiping back and forth in slow motions, even reaching under his armpits and scrubbing gently. He eased up on the pressure when Marc snorted from the ticklish feeling, resuming quickly as he spoke.

"I had a few flings, explored a few kinks, and even visited a nearby bathhouse at one point in time." Marc raised his eyebrows and Wyatt shrugged. "It was disappointing."

"I didn't know what I was doing. Eventually settled into a relationship. His name was Jules, a feline. I think he said his mother was a caracal, but I don't really know. That's the only time Jackson has wandered into anything awkward, and it was worse than this morning. He was a yowler and had a skirt and stockings on while I bent him over the couch and…"

Marc put a hand on Wyatt's chest to stop him. "I think I get it," he smiled.

The canid grinned back. "Jackson still won't sit on the couch."

Wyatt dropped the topic, and his hands traveled further down, sliding over the man's bellybutton and then through pubic hair. He caressed the soft skin above Marc's cock then worked his way across it while it throbbed under his touch. His cupped paw passed over and underneath, forcing the man to spread his legs slightly while the soapy paws continued to gently glide over his skin. He slid underneath until a digit passed over a ring of flesh that made Marc jump slightly, apparently still tender from the previous evening.

Wyatt's direction changed again, moving forward until he wrapped a paw around the man's sack, rolling it gently between his digits and then letting go to continue scrubbing between the legs. One paw reached behind and caressed his lower back before slipping in between his cheeks and scrubbing that tender area as well. The man's entire midriff and crotch was lathered and still the old mastiff continued to knead and massage his skin. Marc was hard and throbbing as Wyatt continued to scrub, but he didn't touch himself.

"We didn't part on good terms. In fact, you're the first person I've had here in… a long time." He went silent for a moment, crouching and continuing his descent down Marc's body. Marc kept quiet, giving the dog time to continue on his own.

"Jackson stuck around and kept me company after Martha and I split. He comes by to see how things are going and make sure I'm not eating TV dinners every night. Good kid," he said.

While talking, Wyatt had rubbed and scrubbed his way from head to toe and he stood back up to admire his work. Nodding, he set his paws on Marc's shoulders and pushed his body gently back into the stream, forcing him to close his eyes under the spray.

Marc stood under the stream and let the warm water flow over his body. He closed his eyes and knew that the large canid was standing just inches away, watching. Somehow, it felt comforting in the moment. He enjoyed being next to the old mastiff, even when everything was quiet and they weren't just romping around in the bed. He became lost to his thoughts under the shower head.

In the next instant there was a warm muzzle pressed against his lips. Marc kept his eyes closed, unable to see with the water washing over him, but he reached up and wrapped his arms around the furry neck, pulling the old dog in tighter and responding to the kiss in kind. They breathed heavily into each other, trying to keep from inhaling water while they pressed together and tasted each other over and over again.

Eventually, Marc pulled away and wiped the water from his face. He was sporting a massive erection, but he continued to ignore it, instead reaching for the soap and turning Wyatt around so he could start working up a lather in his fur. He reached out and began with the tail.

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After the pair got clean, then a little bit dirty, then clean again, Marc stepped out and dried off with Wyatt following closely after. The embarrassment of the morning was forgotten and Marc playfully teased the older dog the moment he put his leg up on the bathroom counter to dry his undercarriage. Two large fuzzy orbs hung down and swayed briefly from the motion, dripping excess water from his fur.

There was a smirk on the Wyatt's face. He was fully aware of what he was doing.

"So we need to get someone out to your vehicle today, right?" Wyatt asked. He continued to scrub with his towel and eventually dropped it and stood up fully, lifting a blow-dryer from the counter. With the press of a button, the small device started up in a deafening whir, fluffing the canid and drying out his fur.

Marc tried to respond over the noise. "Yeah, I don't know what's actually wrong with it, so I may just have to have it towed to a shop. Also, I didn't have my charger with me last night, so my phone is dead."

Wyatt waved a paw out toward the bedroom. "Grab my phone 'fer me and we'll find something. I assume you don't have work today?"

Marc turned and made his way to the bedside table. He called back over the noise. "Yeah, I don't work today or tomorrow." When he disconnected Wyatt's phone from the charger, the screen lit up with several messages. The first was from Jackson.

Jackson (6:47am):

[You up? Comin over for bfast]

Jackson (8:32am):

[Sry 4 ruining date night. Good 2 see you back out there.]

Jackson (8:34am):

[He a keeper?]

There were a few more messages from other applications on the notification screen, but they were hidden from view. Marc didn't pry any further and carried the phone back to Wyatt who accepted it with an open paw. He grasped the phone and lifted it to his muzzle while aiming the blow-dryer downward toward his crotch, fanning it slowly.

Marc watched as the canid checked the lock screen and smiled. He tapped a quick reply then opened a separate app and began searching online for towing companies. Marc took the opportunity and probed just a little bit.

"Sorry for this morning. It's been a long week and I was a bit under-prepared to meet your son like that. But hey, I'm already meeting family, right?" He watched the dog for a response.

Wyatt's paw stopped fanning the blow-dryer and he barked out a genuine laugh. "HA! I suppose you are! Stick around and you might get to meet more, but Jackson's the only one nearby. I don't think he's gonna let it slide that I lent you his shorts anytime soon." He turned to the naked human and Marc instinctively covered his crotch with the towel. "And look at you! Even conforming to the house rules already. No clothing necessary." He continued to chuckle and finished with the appliance, turning it off and setting it on the counter.

Wyatt picked up a comb and began brushing his gray-speckled beard gently. He continued to hold the phone up in front of his muzzle and tap on the screen. Marc pushed again.

"It seems I owe you for picking me up when I was stranded. You gonna keep my number in your phone for the occasional booty-call?" Wyatt stopped combing and turned to Marc.

"Marc, I don't… I don't think of you as a booty call. I hope you don't think I just picked you up last night to sleep with you. That's…" He frowned, looking for the words. "That's not why I came and picked you up. You needed help."

Marc smiled. "So if I'm not a booty-call, maybe I'm a keeper?"

A look of realization when through Wyatt's face and he glanced at his phone. "Did you…?"

He turned back to the human, his expression changing from shock to mischief. "You sly devil."

The large canid strode over to Marc, lifting him up quickly and setting his bare ass on the bathroom counter. Marc sucked in a quick breath as his cheeks pressed against the cold surface. Wyatt slid between his legs, spreading them with his body and grinding his sheath up against the man's groin.

"Would you like me to keep you around? I can think of some things I'd like to do if you were here more often. Maybe chain you to the bed and tease you for days, have you beg me to let you cum, watch as you massage my feet after a long day… I'll return the favor, of course, but only if you're a good pup." Wyatt ground his hips forward, his pink flesh poking from the tip of his sheath. His head dove forward and he licked from under Marc's neck to his ear like he was savoring the taste. His paw wrapped about Marc's package and squeezed gently.

Marc let out a groan as the old dog teased him with the possible future. A paw gripped tightly against his wrist, and he considered leaning back and allowing the dog to have his way. Wyatt was dominating the space between them and it felt so good to let him. Marc just about gave in, but his stomach rumbled, an audible reminder that snapped him back to reality. He knew that they had plenty of time over the weekend, so he pushed the big head away gently and kissed Wyatt on the nose.

"All of those things sound good, but why don't we start with some food? Hmm?" He said.

Wyatt's lips spread open in a massive grin and he leaned forward, holding his nose to Marc's for a brief moment before breaking away and sauntering into the bedroom.

"I'll treat you to lunch if you keep me company for the weekend. How's that sound?" He called from the other room.

"Sounds good Wyatt, but uh, I'm gonna need some clothes." Marc replied.

Wyatt poked his head back through the door and looked Marc over from head to toe, licking his lips. "If we were gonna stay here, I would tell you 'yer fine.. But I guess 'yer gonna need something other than scrubs if we go out. Tsk. Such a shame."

He disappeared behind the door frame and called back again. "We can run by your place and pick up some stuff, alright?"

Marc grabbed his borrowed shorts and pulled them on, adjusting his softening cock beneath them before leaving the bathroom. "Works for me."

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After calling a tow company and facilitating the pick up and transport of Marc's vehicle to a nearby garage, they stopped by his apartment for clothes and necessities. The weather was still overcast and drizzling as they made their way around town, and the air felt heavy with all of the moisture. Once Marc had collected what he needed (shirts, pants, shoes, toothbrush… oh, and a raincoat), the two made their way to a nearby burger joint.

The parking lot was almost empty, but the open sign glowed a bright fluorescent orange, so the two made their way inside. The restaurant was just as empty as the lot, and a single waitress made her way over to them slowly. She grabbed two menus and guided them to a booth. When they took their seats, a pad and pen materialized out of her apron pocket, but she changed her mind and it disappeared just as quickly. She took their orders by memory and left, letting them know that there was only one cook in today due to the weather.

The pair idly chit-chatted while waiting for the food to arrive. When it did appear, there were two large burgers: Marc's was a simple cheeseburger sans tomato, and Wyatt got the double-stack with 'all the fixins'. The burger was dripping with grease from the grill and the buns could barely contain all the ingredients stacked on top, so the lettuce, tomato, and bacon were starting to slide off.

Marc studied it closely while Wyatt just licked his lips. "Wyatt, you know that will eventually kill you, right?"

Wyatt stuck his long tongue out at Marc from across the booth. "Well, I'm gonna enjoy every minute of it."

The waitress also placed a chocolate shake down in front of the canid who was practically drooling in anticipation. She pulled a large straw out of her apron and turned to leave. Wyatt stopped her.

"Excuse me, miss. Two straws please." He grinned.

The waitress looked from Wyatt to Marc and shrugged. "Sure thing, hun."

Marc watched as Wyatt ripped the paper off the plastic and placed the shake in the middle of the table, sliding both straws into the thick mixture. There was one facing each side of the table. He looked at Marc and gestured to the drink, offering some without saying any words.

Marc sat back against the bench. "You continually surprise me. You're just a big softie, aren't you?"

Wyatt leaned forward and placed the straw between his canine lips. It was an awkward position at best. He looked up from the drink and waited patiently, making eye contact with Marc but not moving. Marc waited a moment longer.

"You know if you stay there long enough, you're gonna drool in the milkshake."

Wyatt cocked an eyebrow then growled. Marc wasn't phased at all and just chuckled, leaning forward and wrapping his lips around his own straw. The two were face to face and the canid muzzle touched Marc's human nose when he leaned in. Marc drank down some of the milkshake and stopped, watching Wyatt attempt to slurp through the straw. He kept trying to position his lips in a way to get suction, but the drink was too thick and he was woefully unsuccessful.

Marc backed away laughing at the slurping and sucking noises from the other side of the table. He unfolded his napkin and pulled out a big spoon. He slid it across the table to Wyatt who looked defeated.

"Don't look so sad, Wyatt. Despite the result, it was cute." He offered.

Wyatt scooped up a giant portion of the drink into the spoon and gulped it down spitefully.

"I figured it was worth a shot. Damn straws." He replied.

Marc saw an opportunity. "Well maybe we can teach you how to suck properly over the weekend." He grinned.

Wyatt's floppy ears perked up slightly and the human felt the canid's foot collide with his leg under the table.

"OW. Hey!" He cried. "No fair!"

Wyatt took a giant bite of his burger, losing half the toppings as he chomped down.

"Yew desherved it." He said while chewing.

Marc started to work on his own food as well. "So this weekend's lessons are sucking and not speaking with your mouth full. I'll add them to the schedule." He smirked.

Wyatt's eyes sparked with a fire Marc hadn't seen before. It was a mixture of puppy dog playfulness and aggression, an amalgamation of the two that made him pause, unsure how to proceed. A moment later the fire died down and Marc watched Wyatt's body visibly relax. He felt his own muscles respond the same.

Marc spoke up. "Wyatt, you looked like you wanted to say something."

The canid seemed distant, like he was pondering his thoughts for a moment.

"What you said made me want to bite back, but I kept my mouth shut." He shrugged. "I prefer to be in control, bedroom only, mostly, but something about the way you mentioned lessons and schedule made me react. I've said similar things in a previous relationship. Jules liked me to be dominant. I liked it too."

Marc watched the mastiff throw a few more fries in his mouth and munch hungrily.

"Is that something you miss?" Marc asked while Wyatt swallowed.

"It's not something that I need, but I do miss it." He replied. "I haven't wanted to make you uncomfortable, and I don't really know what you're into. I even debated getting the toy out last night because I didn't want to spring anything on you." He paused again before adding: "It felt right in the moment, though."

Marc smiled at the contemplative canid. "It definitely felt right." He said reassuringly. That got a smile from the old mastiff.

"Wyatt, I've never been the most adventurous type, but if you want to try things or be… a little more aggressive I wouldn't mind." Marc said. The thought of a more intense Wyatt was intriguing. Their encounters had been relatively tender for the most part. Wyatt had never initiated anything that Marc hadn't wanted, and he hadn't ordered the human around either.

Marc's eyes met Wyatt's again and he could see those floppy ears were paying attention.

"You sure?" He asked. Marc nodded his head.

"Well I'm glad to hear that. Let's lay it out here. What's off limits?" Wyatt said.

Marc suddenly realized he might have just jumped in the deep end. That was a very straightforward question. Did Wyatt intend to test those limits? He had just wanted to be open-minded. He didn't realize they would be discussing the limits of their sexual fantasies or kinks, especially not in a burger joint.

"Uh…" Marc struggled to answer.

"Think of it in broad categories." Wyatt said. He reached across the table and took one of the man's hands in his giant paws. "We won't do anything you don't want, but if you're going to let me act out a bit, I want to know what lines not to cross. Not only will we not cross them, we won't go near them."

"Ok." Marc responded. He thought deeply for a few moments. "No pain. Well a little bit is ok, but not like, intentionally hurting. Does that make sense? Nothing that draws blood. Nothing unsafe." His sentences ran together and he fumbled over words. "Um. I'm not… I'm not sure what to rule out here. This is a bit intimidating."

Wyatt smiled and continued rubbing his hands.

"Ok, how bout this. I'll list some things and you nod your head yes or no." Marc nodded his head.

"Light bondage" Head nod.

"Spanking" Head nod.

"Group play" A pause and then a slight head shake.

Wyatt narrowed his eyes briefly, but continued.

"Leather" Head nod.

"Role-playing" Head nod.

“Chastity" Head shake.

"Toys" Head nod.

"Watersports"

Wyatt waited for a response. All Marc managed was a shrug. The canid laughed. "We'll count that as a maybe then."

There was a slight cough next to them and they both looked up to see the waitress standing with a check in hand. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. She set the slip of paper down and immediately turned away, calling out a soft "Pay when you're ready!" as she left.

The two looked back at each other and burst out laughing. Wyatt's was a heavy guffaw and Marc simply couldn't help himself, chuckling along with barking laugh of the mastiff.

Once they settled back down, Marc struck up the conversation again. "That seems too straightforward." He said. "It's hard to give a yes or no answer. I feel like nothing is that black and white. And I'm sure there are a lot more things out there to try."

"Of course there is." Wyatt said. "We're not going to suspend you from the ceiling or anything, but a blindfold might be fun." He added. "And if you don't like something, you tell me. I'll do the same for you. I'm never going to hold it against you if you don't like something. There's plenty of things I'm not interested in."

The two finished their meals and shared the final remnants of the milkshake with Marc sipping it steadily out of a straw while Wyatt just scooped it out with the spoon. When they were finished, Wyatt had a smudge of milkshake on his muzzle and Marc pointed it out. The canid leaned over the table and looked Marc in the eyes. "Lick it off.".

Marc looked around the empty diner. The waitress was face down, looking at her phone and no one else had come in. He leaned forward quickly ran his tongue over the smudge. Wyatt leaned back when he was done. "Good boy," he said.

Marc felt oddly reassured after the conversation and found himself wondering how many topics the waitress had overheard. She refused to make eye contact as they paid the bill, which gave him all the information he needed. As they left, he also wondered how many topics they hadn't covered.

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On the way home, Wyatt turned on the radio and started belting out a country song by a famous equine artist. The mastiff was no professional, but he wasn't tone deaf, so Marc watched with a smile on his face while the old dog recited every single word. Wyatt would occasionally look away from the road and over to Marc, serenading him in a deep bass tone about trials of love, loss, and, unfortunately, tractors. While the canid was in-between singing with an exaggerated twang and tapping his paws on the wheel, Marc took a moment to look up the artist on his phone.

The pictures showed an older roan stallion with a simple blaze on his head. There was no evidence of cowboy boots, steel guitars, or sequined clothing in any of the images; it was evidence of the current state of country music. The horse mostly just wore t-shirts and jeans… except in the last photo on the page. Marc's curiosity was piqued at the amount of fur showing and he clicked the link, taking him to a page showcasing a photo from a mobile device of a massive cock hanging between two legs. The next image showed that giant tool stuffed deep into a mare; the camera was tilted down in a selfie-angle with the artists' face in frame and a wide grin. The page boasted the most current intimate celebrity images and it's margins were awash with pornographic ads.

"Already tired of this old dog and thinking of moving on to the horses, eh?" Wyatt asked.

Marc hadn't even noticed the canid had stopped singing and almost dropped his phone as he scrambled to close the browser.

"Hey, I get it." Wyatt eyed the human mischievously. "They're hung like, well, you know." He finished the comment with a wink.

Marc's initial embarrassment died down and he put his phone away. He tried to make an excuse about looking up the artist from the radio, but Wyatt just chuckled and turned his eyes back to the road. He chimed back in again. "Actually I've got a friend that I could introduce you to…", he started to say, but his thought trailed off.

Thinking of all the times he'd felt embarrassed in front of the mastiff over the last 24 hours, Marc stubbornly decided he wouldn't let himself get flustered. He made a spur of the moment decision and reached across the cab, taking control of the canid's crotch and giving it a squeeze. Wyatt's paws tightened around the wheel and he let out a weak groan, his tongue rolling out of his mouth in a happy grin.

"I'll think I'll stick with this monster for now." Marc replied.

He kept his hand against the canid's jeans and gripped gently, rolling his palm against the rough fabric. Wyatt's mouth was hanging open and he was panting lightly, but no words were coming out. Marc loved seeing that look on his muzzle and counted the sudden decision as a win. Wyatt was still in the lead by a long-shot, but getting the old dog to shut up for a moment may have been easier than he realized.

When he moved to pull his hand away from the driver's groin, a paw suddenly gripped his wrist firmly and returned it to it's previous position. Wyatt kept his eyes on the road, but held Marc's hand in place.

"Better finish what you started." He said with a slightly suggestive growl.

Marc's arm was released, but he left his hand in place and stroked the bulging fabric gently. Wyatt spread his legs as wide as the seat would allow all while keeping his feet on the pedals and his paws on the wheel. The canid's body responded underneath the layers of fabric as the human caressed over the clothing. Unseen skin plumped up firmly and twitched at his touch. Marc's hand slipped up higher and brushed gently up under Wyatt's shirt, dragging against that soft belly fur that hung over his waist. Wyatt responded with a soft sigh, but kept his eyes firmly on the road, allowing the man to continue touching his body while the two made their way back home.

Marc lingered in the soft fur scratching and brushing it gently with his fingers until Wyatt reached down to his own waist, popping the button on his jeans and zipping them open quickly. Marc watched intently and could see the canid was commando with fur becoming exposed the moment the zipper was down.

"Wyatt, isn't this like, illegal?" Marc asked as his hand slid through a slightly more grey patch of fur on its way down again. "And aren't you a cop?" His hand slid further. He spread his fingers and felt the thicker fur trickle through them until he pressed up against a mound of flesh. Marc turned his hand and gripped the swollen sheath. It was still partially hidden under the pants, but Wyatt kept his hands on the wheel.

"We're almost home," was the only reply Marc received. He continued carefully, tucking his hand over and around the swollen flesh, gripping firmly, and freeing it from it's prison as much as possible. Once free it continued to swell, and a pink tip began to slide out from the confining skin. Marc ran a single finger along the underside of the sheath, brushing against fur until he reached skin. He swirled around the cockhead, eliciting a groan and a heavy sigh from the driving mastiff.

There was the sudden pull of momentum and a bump causing Marc's hand to jerk free of it's conquest. His hand rested on Wyatt's fuzzy belly again for support as they pulled into the driveway and eased into the carport. Marc gave the sheath a gentle squeeze and pulled away. He sat back in his seat, unbuckling the seat belt and preparing to get out of the vehicle.

He felt a paw grip his sleeve. "Where are you going, pup?" Wyatt said.

Marc turned and watched as Wyatt moved his pants down slightly, freeing his entire crotch while staying in the driver's seat. His free paw slid down past the zipper and returned a second later with two large orbs that were lifted up and out, eventually being released and flopping onto the fabric beneath. The paw still holding onto the human pulled firmly and Marc followed it, eventually leaning over Wyatt's lap, face-to-face with the still growing cock.

"Suck it", was all he heard and Marc didn't hesitate. He dove down, wrapping his mouth around the slick pink skin and sucking. Wyatt let out a happy sigh and bucked up into the warm chasm. Marc could feel the sheath tip touch his lips as he pressed down, but it was steadily retreating as the flesh expanded. Marc bobbed down on the rod of meat and shifted his stance in the cab, leaning on his knees over the middle console as the sucked and slurped. The left side of his face just barely brushed up against soft stomach fur as he moved, and a large paw descended on the back of his head, digits spread open and gripping.

The paw guided him and kept pace, pressing Marc's head down and forcing Wyatt's cock in further, tickling the back of his throat as he slid up and down that length, breathing when he could. Marc wouldn't be able to take the entire length, but the guiding paw was forcing as much in as possible. The salty sweet taste of pre-cum was becoming overwhelming and the canid was rock hard now. He was leaking profusely but keeping every drop contained within the mouth that wrapped around him.

Suddenly the paw left his head and circled under his jaw, lifting Marc up off of that delicious cock to meet the lips of the canid it belonged to. Wyatt kissed the human passionately, pressing firmly against him and invading past Marc's lips as his tongue explored, tasting the human and his own fluids. Marc slurped at the tongue and could feel himself painfully hard against his own pants.

Wyatt finally relented, breaking away from the kiss and forcing the man back down to continue his work. Marc was lost to the motion, but Wyatt still kept a single paw on the back of his head, controlling how far Marc was able to retreat off of his cock, never allowing him to fully remove his mouth from that flesh. His other paw reached underneath the kneeling man and began to undo his pants. Marc's hands reached back to help; he was desperate to free himself, but Wyatt gripped the helping hand and pressed firmly against Marc's head, trapping him down on the throbbing erection for just a brief moment. The leaking tip pressed lightly against the back of his throat.

"No." Wyatt barked with a rough tone. "Keep sucking until I tell you to stop."

Marc whimpered but moved his hand back up to help support himself. Wyatt picked at the man's pants again, deftly undoing the button and unzipping them slightly. Mark felt that paw grip the waistband around his lower back and pull roughly, dropping them down to his knees and exposing his ass to the air. More importantly, his cock was free and the pressure was relieved as it dangled below his body, throbbing with need. A warm, firm paw took hold of it and squeezed tightly, causing another whimper and a slight squirm from the man.

Slowly, Wyatt began to move his paw in a steady rhythm. Marc's head bobbed in unison, still working it's way around the large length of the mastiff's cock, exploring every angle, every surface he could reach. He left one hand beneath him, but reached up with the other and wrapped it around the rest of the length that his mouth couldn't fit. He stroked gently, excess saliva and precum coating the throbbing meat and providing lubrication. He bumped his stroking hand against the knot at the base and teased it, receiving a thrust as he did so. Marc choked suddenly on the extra length but recovered quickly and continued his work. He realized he would need to avoid stimulating the canid too much lest he receive more than he could handle.

Marc could feel himself throbbing painfully and tensing up against the leathery paw-pads that stimulated every inch of his cock. His bobbing began to slow as his mind wandered and he had difficulty focusing on what he was doing with his mouth versus the grip Wyatt had on his cock. Suddenly the paw was gone and his head was pulled up and off of the thick member he was servicing. There was a rough smack on the exposed skin of his ass and he yelped. It was painful, but not overly so. A simple reminder, nothing more, but Marc still cried out. He had been completely unprepared.

"Don't stop sucking pup, or I'll do it again," said the canid. "And I'll make it hurt this time." Marc looked him in the eyes. This was a pivotal moment, he knew. If he said 'stop' right now, he believed that Wyatt would honor that. There was no doubt in his mind. Despite the sting of his ass, Marc whimpered and whispered a quiet "Yes, sir." A wide, lascivious grin spread across Wyatt's face, but Marc couldn't see it as he dropped his head back down. The man was committing to the moment and continued his work. He drug his tongue over the tip of the thick cockhead, slurping the pre-cum that had gathered before opening his mouth and taking up that length again.

"Good boy." Wyatt exhaled the words along with a huff of pleasure.

Marc groaned with his mouth full as Wyatt's paw wrapped around his own aching cock again, gripping tightly and stroking with more force now. Marc knew he would come at any moment, and his hips wiggled lightly in the anticipation. Despite the fact that his aching erection had been released and Wyatt had restarted, the human could feel the tingle and the increase in pressure that promised a release building in his body. He focused on his task and continued to suck while the pressure built to the tipping point and he felt himself spasm. His cock began to twitch as ejaculate began to flow from the tip and the paw that had been wrapped around him shifted, cupping itself underneath his throbbing tip and catching the load as it shot out of the moaning man.

Marc was panting around the cock that was still leaking into his mouth, swallowing what he could with the rest being using to aid in his stroking. Suddenly, he heard a happy rumble and felt it next to him as the canid's belly shook. He glanced sideways as he worked and saw Wyatt was tasting his cum, lapping up a small amount and swallowing it down.

"Very good, boy, very good." Marc felt a warmth inside of him, a happiness that only comes from making someone else happy. A moment later, he felt something else as Wyatt used his long reach to press a cum-soaked digit against the man's pucker. Marc felt the slick liquid against his backside and then a sudden pressure as the mastiff pressed into him without hesitation, using the man's own cum as lube. He moaned in bliss as that digit was suddenly joined by a second one and it probed his depths, curving into him. Wyatt began to thrust them in and out and Marc had to focus himself again. His moans remained muffled by the cock that continued to feed his lust.

He knew that Wyatt had to be reaching the end. While there was no question the dog was in full control, he decided to add just a little bit for himself as he moved his hand down further. Instead of stroking the additional length, he wrapped it around Wyatt's knot and squeezed hard.

This time he was ready for the thrust that came with it and he took it in stride. The old dog groaned in pleasure as his hips began to buck more forcefully, his fingers working their way in an out of the younger man's hole while that cock pistoned into his mouth. Marc could feel the tensing of muscles and the fervor of the dog as it increased under and around him. He sucked harder, sliding his tongue around the tip as he worked the canid to climax.

With another squeeze and a low reverberating rumble that transformed into a growl, Marc could feel the floodgates open. Wyatt's grip on his ass tightened, as did the paw on the back of his head, holding it down as a fountain erupted into the man's mouth. Marc tried. He really tried to swallow what he could, to take what the canid gave him, but it overflowed. The copious juices dribbled from his mouth down and around Wyatt's cock where his hand still squeezed firmly around the knot as it throbbed in his grip. Wyatt grunted loudly as he pulsed jet after jet into Marc's mouth and down his throat. Finally the torrent subsided and the pressure was released from his head and the paw gently slid out of his ass.

Marc lifted off with a gasp and took a few deep breaths while the mastiff leaned back against the seat. He was panting heavily as his cock began to go limp, leaking all over his crotch and pants. The excess was matted in his fur and on Marc's chin and chest. Marc looked up at the canid and grinned. Wyatt leaned over and helped lift the man's pant's back up slightly, unable to get them back on completely. Marc assisted and pulled them up to his waist.

Wyatt leaned over and kissed Marc again deeply. When he pulled away, his tongue lapped at Marc's face, cleaning the excess that had accumulated. He looked the man in the eyes with a soft expression. It contrasted with the moderately aggressive control he had just exerted.

"Was that too much?" He asked.

Marc sank back into his seat. He stumbled over his words for a minute before he simply settled on: "That was incredible."

Wyatt barked out a laugh. "Good! My next load is going in that sweet ass of yours."

The pair climbed out of the vehicle and Wyatt waved Marc into the house ahead of him, slapping him on the ass as he passed. That got a yelp out of the man.

"Just so you know, THAT was your first lesson in sucking and eating with your mouth closed." He said. "I think we're going to have to have another lesson soon." He rumbled happily as they stepped into the building, both men shedding their clothes as they raced to the bedroom.