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Backwater Pit Stop

Chapter 3

By Roofles

Kyle woke in a foggy haze. He was overheating, still sticky in places and felt dirty all over. The human had never felt better in his life, even with his rear end still bothering him. He could blame every single thing on the American Pit Bull sleeping right next to him.

Burt snored loudly, it growled in his throat and echoed in the large spacious living room of the canine’s house.

There was a heat in the air. A strong animal musk that exuded from the large, slumbering oaf. Burt was his own personal radiator; being this close in proximity to him alone made Kyle perspire, beads of sweat trickling down his brow.

The man had kicked off the blanket some time during the night and was laying out flat on his back, spread eagle as he tried to cool himself off. Burt had brought a cooler over next to his ‘den,’ the makeshift bed he had made up on the couch in the room. There was several bottles of water in it and Kyle thirstily drunk one down.

The covers and cushions all over this couch wasn’t helping with the heat.

It really had been his own fault. Kyle had been pinned underneath the frisky pit bull most of last night, the large canine holding his arms down and keeping him trapped with his large beer belly. Burt didn’t let him go until Kyle finally broke down, admitting that the dog was the best he ever had or would ever have and that he was a god when it came to making him feel like the only man in the world.

From there, the pit bull jerked off as Kyle (still spent from the other times) worshipped and loved on the large canine’s naked body. Kissing his chest and licking his large dark skinned nipples under that short, musky white chest fur. Nuzzling his head against his arms and under his pit, having to breathe in the pit bull strong odor while Burt continued to pleasure himself.

Kyle had caught himself off guard, loving every second of this. Worshipping this Adonis. Rubbing his muscular arms and scratching over his beer belly. Telling Burt things he had never told anyone else. Just how big he was, how amazing he felt inside him the previous night. How he wanted to have his puppies.

“Going to be my bitch,” Burt had been caught up in it; the pit bull closing his eyes, fantasying about it. “Carry my puppies. Breeding your tight hole. Fill you up, mate you. Fuck you. Tie you to me forever.” Burt had gone on and Kyle only encouraged the insatiable canine’s lust.

Kyle wasn’t sure how the pit bull had it in those fat nuts of his. He blew his load again just hours ago, having Kyle drink him down as much as the human could. There was no seeming limit to the canine’s spunk. He came more in one jerk fest than Kyle did in half his life.

Burt loved it. Loved covering him in his spunk. Filling his belly from the front and back. Making the human smell only of the pit bull. To him, Kyle was his. His alone now. All those stories he told of other times? Nothing could compare to when they were together. It wasn’t just lust, it was something more at this point. Burt didn’t want to think of a single day without his human leashed to him like this.

Burt had put his collar back on from the other night, making sure Kyle’s wasn’t rubbing too much against his skin and was comfortable. He could take it off if it began to chaff but he didn’t drop a paycheck on the thing for that to happen. If he had it, Kyle would never be allowed to take that off.

The pit bull wanted to tell him. To tell him just how wonderful this was, how it was true. Kyle would never be able to find anyone that could sate his pleasure like this canine could. And would. Every night. Twice. Thrice! Like this night.

And it made the pit bull groan low and deep, shifting and rubbing his back in the blankets. Burt pushed out with his humanoid foot against Kyle. Other than the dark almost black gray paw pads on the underside, with dull gray nails it was almost the same as Kyle’s. It was also covered in dark gray fur. It also was several shoe sizes larger than Kyle’s; the canine having to order special shoes to fit him for his officer uniform.

Burt had a large muzzle, a large head and, well, everything about him was large. He was a huge canine-sapien. Still, one could see him as a human in a dog suit. Kyle couldn’t care less about that. In fact, Burt being a canine made all this so much better. He had always had a thing for canines since he first openly came out. His family having issues with that.

Not only with being gay. It was the fact he always seemed to be dating a canine that bugged them so much.

In the middle of the night, Kyle lay awake naked. Next to one. Having been tied to him just the other night, still leashed to the pit bull. And he loved it. He loved the feel of the canine, the sound of his voice and that powerful musk filling the air around them after another rough mating season.

But it was Sunday.

He had tried to bring it up the other day, trying to tell Burt he had to leave on Monday when his car was repaired. The pit bull had avoided the topic like the plague, even going as far as to offer him an ultimatum. Complete his kink buck list before he could leave.

There were things on that list that made him laugh. Others smile. Some that made him hard, one he still didn’t fully understand and then the rest were nearly impossible to do.

“Not sure how we’re going to fuck on the Eiffel tower, hun.” Kyle scratched over Burt’s chest. Teasing one of his nipples like he had the other night with a finger. The pit bull let out a soft whimper, calming down from a fretful dream involving a vacuum cleaner incident from when he was a horny puppy. “And I don’t even think this one is in English.” Kyle laughed softly, resting the back of his head against the pit bull’s burly chest.

“Do Kamasutra?” Kyle smiled at that. It even had a question mark next to it. Underneath was “Buy Kamasutra book” as if the pit bull had figured it out the next second. Or googled it. After all, all these things were written in permanent marker.

Kyle tossed the paper back onto the side table, having to climb over the pit bull to do so. Burt didn’t even stir as the human crawled back to where he had been. He rested on the canine’s beer belly, looking up at his snoozing face.

The stomach rumbled and Burt shifted once more, rubbing his back on the couch and making Kyle laugh as the dog scratched his back. He moved up a bit, placing a hand on his chest for support, leaning down about to give this big oaf a kiss. When Burt yawned, widely opening up his muzzle right in his face and breathing over it.

“Urgh, wait until your asleep then.” Kyle rolled his eyes as he sat up a bit more not about to get to sleep any time soon. “Could’ve just said something, dummy.” Kyle scratched over his chest and then kissed his gut, laying on it once more and looking the other way now. Down at Burt’s naked, open groin.

The pit bull was big. His weighted sheath was hanging to one side with that hefty sack sagging low underneath it. Then he spied it and Kyle, in horny curiosity, moved down between the pit bull’s legs and examined Burt’s sheath closely.

“Hah, not going to let you live this one down.” Kyle breathed, feeling the pit bull’s musk washing up over his face being this close. There was a small hole near the top of Burt’s sheath and Kyle fingered at it, making the pit bull squirm some more. “A doggie Prince Albert?” Kyle laughed a bit, smiling to himself as he rested down right there in the canine’s groin.

He continued to play with Burt’s sheath. Feeling the smooth, almost velvet flesh inside with a finger and tugging the loose fuzzy sheath up after. The pit bull squirmed once more, grunting a bit now and beginning to pant. His heavy chest rising and falling slowly.

“Like that baby?” Kyle asked up, knowing the pit bull was out for the night. “Like it when I play with you like this?” And he took hold of one of Burt’s balls with a hand, unable to get both of them in just one hand. He tugged on it slowly, rolling it around in his palm and watching as the pit bull reacted accordingly to the teasing.

Burt curled his toes, grunting in reply. Groaning louder now as the tip of Officer Dogcock showed his head, the pointed black shaft filling up his sheath quickly.

Kyle stroked over it with a smirk, petting it roughly against the fur. “Like that don’t you big guy?” Kyle asked more to the filling sheath now than to Burt. The tip jumped, pre’ing a little in reply. “Excuse you,” the human chuckled as he nosed forward a bit. “Don’t mind if I do…” He added opening his mouth and tasting the tip of Burt’s length once more. Collecting that thick glob of dog spunk on his tongue and swallowing it down.

Kyle stifled a moan, covering his mouth a bit as that rich musk hit him once more. The sheath was rising and falling with Burt’s labored breaths. The head poking free a bit more to take its own breath. Kyle groped it, the whole thing with one hand pushing his nose up against the side of it.

Burt’s groin fur was slightly sweaty, damp from their previous rump. It was musky and it stunk as Kyle took another breath of him. He kissed the side of it, nipping at the sensitive flesh with just his teeth and pulling lightly on the fur and flesh alike.

Burt shuddering at that, grunted loudly now and ending up giving him a squeeze between his legs. Kyle waited for him to calm down a bit, running his nose down the crook of his leg before nuzzling his face against that hefty sack. The fur was moist and Kyle licked over it, tasting Burt’s naked body on his lips.

Kyle was hard but he ignored his aching dick, seeking all the pleasure he needed from the pit bull’s body. He kissed at his muscular leg, stroking up and over Burt’s ever increasing shaft. The pit bull had spilled a bit out of his sheath, still limp. That didn’t last for long as Kyle moved up between those legs to take hold of the sheath with his mouth, pulling it down over the rest of him.

The man looked up to see if the pit bull had woken up. It didn’t really matter as Kyle curiosity finally got the best of him and he licked inside that empty sheath before Burt could stop him; not like the pit bull had any inclination too.. It was slick, pre-having soaked the inner walls a bit.

It wasn’t as big as Kyle had thought, without the canine’s dick in it. Burt’s length laid over his stomach, the knot slowly forming near the base as he continued to groan, humping lightly now.

His hump brought Kyle’s nose directly to the opening and before he could pull back, Burt had pushed his head down right against it. Growling now as he rubbing his very face against his empty groin. Kyle had to breathe through his mouth until he managed to get free.

Kyle was panting now, rock hard. He moved, crawling up onto the pit bull’s lap. Turning around he took a seat, letting Burt’s fat length run up between his cheeks. He clenched his ass around it as he angled himself down, towards that opening. Kyle slid himself in, Burt’s sheath opening easily for him. The pit bull grunted at the intrusion, by this time looking down and watching what his human was doing. His stubby tail wagged, glad Kyle had taken such initiative.

Kyle pulled the sheath up, over his length and gasped softly as Burt sucked it in. Tightening it against his body and outlining Kyle’s dick inside. “Fuck,” the human shook his head, shivering at the warmth inside of it.

He often jerked off in condoms or socks even, making the cleanup far easier. This was the best of both worlds. It was slick inside, warm to the touch and felt so good around him. Kyle took hold of it, closing his eyes as he leaned back. Burt humped up at him, pushing that dick further inside his sheath; his own sliding up between Kyle’s crack.

Kyle began to stroke himself from outside that sheath, using that warm smooth flesh to tease and pleasure himself as he scooted a half inch closer. Burt happily placed a hand on both of his hips, giving him the support he needed while he fucked his sheath.

Kyle humped forward. Burt humped up. Both moaned together as Kyle pulled and tugged on his sensitive sheath, while Burt tightened it once more around Kyle’s shaft. His human shuddered, biting his lower lip as he let out another soft groan.

Burt was sure Kyle knew he was awake by now, he had been for some time. Still, this was in itself a pleasure he wanted him to experience. Pretending to still be asleep while Kyle rocked back and forth on his lap.

Kyle gasped as Burt dragging his dull finger nails over his exposed thighs. Gripping his ass tightly, the pit bull panting open maw at this point. His shafted pulsed, leaking over his chest now as he humped up with his whole groin against the other man.

“Cum for me baby.” Burt clenched his jaw, wanting to whine the words out. Wanting him to fill his sheath with his spunk. The human hadn’t finished last night, unable to keep up with the pit bull’s output. Not that he blamed him. He loved it in fact, it made these times all the more special for when his bitch did cum for him.

And Kyle did. He moaned out loud, unashamed and not holding back anymore. Tugging Burt’s sheath, painfully up and over his whole length as he thrust it forward. Burt humped back, holding him tightly and shoving the length and girth of himself between Kyle’s buns. And the human came.

He stopped suddenly, shuddering and his whole body tensed as he spilled out. Filling the pit bull’s sheath up with his sticky love.

“Burt. Oh, Burt. Buurrt.” Kyle only whimpered like the bitch he was for his dog. Bending over on himself as he spilled every drop he hadn’t the previous night. Out and into the pit bull body. His sheath was sagging low by the ending of it, leaking from the end as Kyle stayed in longer than he needed too.

Burt had to ease the human off him, to his side so he could sit up and see the mess for himself. The pit bull smiled, proud of his little human buddy.

Kyle was flushed in the face, giving a weak chuckle as he looked at him with a way too guilty grin on his face. “Oops.” He just said.

“I was wondering where I put that!” Burt just said, bending down in a way only a canine could and began scooping tongue full of Kyle’s spunk from his sheath and devouring it hungrily. The canine continued to lap and clean in his sheath until he was happy enough. The pit bull kept his head low like that, looking over at him now. “Jealous?”

“Just by a whole fricking football stadium, yeah.” Kyle agreed, laughing as he rested back. Burt stopped him in mid lean, placing a hand behind him and sitting him back up. Kyle was confused until Burt pulled him up and back into his lap.

“Need to finish.” Burt just said, sliding his fat length back between Kyle’s cheeks.

“Burt.” Kyle said, still flushed in the face.

“Not that.” The pit bull laughed, moving his large head down under Kyle’s right arm and then with that insane flexibility nosed at Kyle’s groin even with the man sitting in his lap. “Just need to finish you off, love.” And he wrapped that large muzzle fully around his length and gave it a powerful stroke with his broad grooved tongue.

Kyle was the one to squirm now. Helpless in Burt’s powerful grip as he felt his whole groin being devoured by the lust filled canine. Burt continued to tease him, drinking the last few stray drops down and pulling off. He moved back, under from Kyle’s right arm and held him from behind. Rubbing over his sides and over his chest, pinching his nipples and rubbing them roughly.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Burt growled lustfully in his ear, as he continued to interrogating him with pleasurable torture. “From some other dog, hm?” He continued that low growl against his neck now, licking over it.

Kyle shuddered, feeling both frightened and aroused once more.

“If I did, copper?” Kyle tried to give his best Muggsy impression. He ended up moaning shortly after as his nipples were pinched again.

“I could keep this up all night.” Burt was breathing heavily against his back. That warm breath made the man shiver in the cold of night. “Don’t make me pull out my secret weapon.” The pit bull threatened.

“I thought you already did.” Kyle asked, rubbing his rear on the canine’s still rigid shaft.

Burt frowned a bit at that. “My other secret weapon.” He said, bringing his hands down. And then tickled the man.

Kyle jumped at that as Burt quickly had to pin him down before he could escape. The dog having to stop himself from mounting the human right there and then.

“Think you can get away just like that, punk?” Burt growled, the pit bull nuzzling his large muzzle against the side of his head. “You up for more, love?” He asked, panting in Kyle’s ear.

Kyle took a moment to catch his breath, shivering once more. This time because of the horny pit bull humping at his rear.

“If it’s quick.” Kyle confessed, giggling softly before trying to act tough again and struggled under Burt’s weight.

The pit bull didn’t even have to use both hands to keep the human pinned down. He was a very good cop for a reason. Burt’s ears were up, he was panting open muzzle and his stubby tail was wagging as he pushed Kyle onto his stomach, using only his own and the weight behind it.

Kyle groaned, pinned under Burt’s full weight as the pit bull reached past him and to the side of the couch. He fished around until he pulled back a padded paddle. Kyle jaw dropped.

“Where,” Kyle grunted. “The hell did you get that from?” Kyle wanted to know where Burt actually got all these toys from. Not from his ass; seeing as how the pit bull had never bothered to pull the butt plug out from the previous night.

“I brought it down from upstairs.” Burt answered, confused about the question. Kyle face went blank as Burt pulled off him. That actually made perfect sense.

“The prison sentence is Six long years… or Five spanks.” Burt was grinning now, holding Kyle now only by the leash tied to the collar he still wore.

“I wouldn’t last in prison, officer. I’m too pretty.” Kyle said, getting a bit nervous now as he looked back over one shoulder at the pit bull.

Burt was half standing over him, fully erect, with a paddle in one hand and holding his leash in the other.

“Yes. Yes you are.” Burt smile only widened as he slapped his white ass with the paddle. The sound echoed throughout the otherwise quiet house. The paddle was design to make the noise louder than anything else.

Kyle stilled “yipped” as it connected; the padding helping out a lot more than he thought it would.

Burt was just grinning from ear to ear as he spanked again, the paddle connecting against his reddening cheeks. The sound blasted out once more making both of them shiver.

“One sec.” Burt cursed as he stopped, letting go of his leash and moving around the couch quickly. Butt naked and rock hard as he tip toed over the cold floor. He came back with a black leather mask over his face and muzzle, a silver zipper sealing it shut. He had two clamps, connected, on his nipples and his stubby tail was wagging even quicker.

“Mmfhm.” Burt said, Kyle gave him a look. The pit bull pulled the zipper free, wincing as it caught one of his whiskers. “Ready?”

“Ready.” Kyle nodded leaning back down as the pit bull got behind him and proceeded to be his judge, jury and executioner as he spanked the hell out of Kyle’s ass. There wasn’t just Five spanks. It got into the double ditches by the time Kyle was whimpering, his ass beat red as a tear formed in the corner of his eye.

Kyle was biting the pillow by the time Burt stopped, the pit bull breathing even heavier than he had been before looking down at him, at that red ass. The canine gritted his teeth. The human bending over for him like this, it was just too much.

“Easy.” Kyle whimpered pitifully as Burt angled himself towards his rear. The pit bull stroked his fat, knotted grayish black dick at him. Burt just jerked himself off, teasing his knot with his other hand as he stared at him. Memorizing, cataloging and documenting this sight before him to be ingrained into his memory for future fap fest to come.

It wasn’t his usual amount. Just a decent enough load that covered Kyle’s rear in that thick, sticky dog spunk. It was warm and soothed his sore ass. That was until Burt forced his head into Kyle’s still sore tailhole and spilled the rest of himself into his mate.

“Can’t waste any pups, sug.” Burt grunted, shaking himself off. He took a step forward, holding his rear a bit now. “Give me a sec…” The pit bull let out a slow low breath. Then Kyle felt something else filling his ass, as Burt drained himself into Kyle. Emptying his bladder and marking him in a way Kyle had never even thought about. “There we go…”

The pit bull kept his ass up as he reached behind him, grunting as he took his butt plug out. He shook it a bit before bringing it over and without even asking Kyle, plugged his rear with it. Forcing the large knob into him roughly.

The human jumped at that, moaning aloud and looking back.

Burt just yawned and stretched, sitting down on his ass and pulling Kyle’s over to his face. He then began licking it clean. Slowly, sensually up his crack and over the end of the red butt plug stand. Burt carefully cleaned Kyle’s rear.

The pit bull gulped down his own load as he looked over his work, making sure the human was clean enough. Then pulled him back into his lap. Holding him close as he nuzzled against the side of his face and panted against him.

“Fuck,” Burt grunted, wanting to hump him. “That was so amazing. All of it.” The dog licked his cheek now, turning him around so he could kiss him. He pet over his face with a hand, holding one of Kyle’s own with his other. “Babe,” Burt was panting still, licking his lips and looking at him. “Please tell me that was as good for you as it was for me.”

Kyle flushed as the canine was genuinely asking him if he had a good time during it all. Burt rubbed over his stomach with his hand, still holding his as he looked him in the face. He was panting and if a dog could sweat, Burt would be. The pit bull musk made up for that.

“Y-yeah.” Kyle just gave him a weak smile. Fireworks went off in Burt’s head as he brought him in close once more for another kiss. Licking over his lips and nuzzling the side of his face with his own. “It was great…” Kyle hesitated, even as he was pulled into the pit bull’s lap.

“You doing ok? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Burt asked, licking his other cheek and sniffing him over.

“Not rough enough,” Kyle teased giving him a light punch. He winced though, having to sit up a bit off his sore rear.

Burt chuckled at that, laying on his back and pulling Kyle along for the ride. He kissed him after he fell ontop of him again, laying out with their stomachs pushing against each other. Burt brushed his hair back out of his face, just looking at him.

“Could just fall asleep,” Burt yawned, moving his muzzle away from him this time. “Looking at this cute face. Every night.” The pit bull snuggled in for the night.

“Burt?” Kyle finally found the balls to ask him.

“Yeah, sweetie?” The pit bull sat up a bit so he could look at him.

“Can I like… ask a favor of you?” Kyle chewed on the words, forcing them out.

“Of course.” Burt placed both hands on his sides now, looking at him. “Anythin’ for you.”

Kyle flushed lightly at that. Making him feel special like this.

“I just… Well, I got to head out here… on Monday.” Kyle began. Burt’s face fell as he spoke, the canine not interrupting this time. “And I was wondering if, you wanted to be the one… to give me a ride there?”

Burt rolled him to his side and looked at him now. The pit bull’s brain going into overload as he was processing all of this.

“Be my plus one?” Kyle tried to smile but was to nervous too.

Burt blinked once at that. Then again. And his face split in a massive grin as he scooped him back up into his arms and hugged him, rubbing his muzzle against the side of his face.

“I-I’ll take that as a yes then!” Kyle said, being hugged tightly and rocked back and forth. He was met with another long, passionate kiss that forced him onto his back.

“Can’t let my puppy mama go without their daddy.” Burt smirked, rubbing over his stomach. Kyle groaned at that.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, he thought as the pit bull began thinking of what to wear.

“Plus one to what exactly?” Burt finally asked, forgetting all about it as he pulled his head up from Kyle’s chest.

Kyle came out of the bathroom ten minutes later, Burt having waited outside for him; annoyed the human kept assisting about cleaning himself up.

“Every time you do, it just makes me want to make you a dirty filthy boy again.” Burt told him as they made their way together back into the living room.

“Maybe that’s why I do it?” Kyle offered with a shrug, looking back at him. Burt growled at that, wanting to pull him by his leash again right on over to him and just face fuck that cute sassy mouth of his.

“Fair enough.” Burt submitted on the issue. “Do you want to go to my secret place?”

“Is that an… innuendo for something?” Kyle asked, questioning the way the pit bull had asked him.

“Come with me and see.” Burt offered a hand. Kyle sighed, rolling his eyes. Sometimes it was just easier to get forced into it rather than having Burt be all kind and respectful, asking him before doing something they both knew he was going to do anyways.

“Fine.” Kyle agreed taking his hand. Then nearly yelped as Burt picked him up the next second and headed for the second floor.

The lights were still off and the only thing providing any light was the moon slipping in through the curtains here and there. Burt had no problem seeing his way as he made his way up the steps, having slung Kyle over one shoulder. He walked through his sex dungeon and to the side door.

Burt set him down and opened the sliding glass door Kyle had somehow missed the last time they were up here. The sex swing sitting next to it might have something to do with that.

“Here.” Burt said, showing off his balcony.

There was a checkered picnic tarp over a small table with two chairs. There were even two mugs turned upside down on the table; Kyle could see another water cooler nearby and figured it had wine or beer in it. Knowing Burt, it was most likely beer. A lot of it as the pit bull scratched his gut once more, looking at him.

“It’s not much.” Burt said guiding him outside. Kyle stepped on something and saw that on the ground was a rather large sleeping bag and pillow. “Sometimes I like to just come out here and just… pee over the balcony.” The dog laughed.

Kyle rolled his eyes. A cold wind blew and he shivered, making the pit bull draw close.

“Here.” Burt said reaching down to open the sleeping bag for him. Kyle looked at him suspiciously. “Just pretend it’s my sheath and cum on in.” The pit bull grinned making Kyle groan at the bad pun. The human still moved down to crawl inside.

“It’s cold.” Kyle said, the sleeping bag having been out all night. At least it didn’t rain; then again the outside of this sleeping bag was water resistant. It was clearly made in mind for the outdoors.

“Well yeah.” Burt huffed, almost insulted. The pit bull slipped in next to him. “Because I’m not in it yet silly.” The pit bull scooted him over a little more before sliding his whole-body in. Only one arm, shoulder and head was free.

Burt looked at the human that only came up to his chest. And grinned.

“Burt.” Kyle warned as the pit bull put a hand on his forehead. “Don’t you dare.”

“Sorry hun, can’t hear you down there.” And Burt shoved him into the sleeping back, zipping it all the way up to his head. He hugged the struggling human in the sleeping bag against his chest and let out a gruff, shaking breath. “Sometimes. It’s too easy.”