Dog Gone (5)
Dog Gone (5) By Roofles
I closed my eyes, pulling the half blanket over me. While the room they interrogated me in felt like the sierra desert (making me feel like I roasting roasting in the oven, parched and dieing of dehydration) this room was cold. Freezing even. I couldn't help but shiver under the small sheet they gave me to serve as a blanket. Goosebumps formed on my arm and I tossed and turned trying to find some kind of comfort on the hard matress below me. Mr arms itched maybe due to the cold and my legs felt sore; the cold couldn't numb the pain in my limbs or in my chest.
And once more my thoughts began to drift from this cruel fate I found myself in...
I'm not sure how we got around to it but I just remember getting a piggy back ride from Brutus. Both of us were shirtless and still partially wet from the fountain. At least he had taken some kind of bath; heh, he didn't like me pointing that out. And he kept pinching my sides with an evil grin afterwards until I apologized.
"We weren't able to use the showers there." He shrugged as if it was nothing. As if being in that place was like at some summer camp. And everytime he said something about his past my heart went out for him. He was quickly becoming a dear friend and...maybe that was why I didn't like to bring it up. His past. It was almost a taboo subject; not for him. But for me.
While I liked my space and my me time...having the dog around brought back that warm familiarity I had known and loved with my old dog. Having Brutus around was like I had my friend back. It was selfish of me. Yet at that time I didn't want to see it like that. I was helping him out and he was helping me...still I couldn't help but feel as if I were being selfish. Using him as some kind of replacement for my old friend.
I lost one Brutus and now...I lost the other; I could feel the hot tears running down my face. No matter how hard I tried they slipped away from me. I couldn't hold them back any longer. Damnit, damnit...it wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair... I cried. I hadn't cried in years. And now I couldn't stop the flood gates. Brutus, please...don't leave me too.
We bid our camera man farewell for the day. Once the door shut we exchanged a look before both of us bolted for the bathroom. "I'm using it first!" He barked. I took the lead though, surprisingly.
"I need a shower like you wouldn't believe." Ok, he needed the shower but I still needed to use it either way. Not only had I fallen into a fountain, I worked up a sweat...playing with the dog.
We both stopped at the door. Not because we wanted to but neither of us could fit in with the other trying to get in as well. I really didn't think that was possible. Something you'd see on a cartoon show or something yet here we were in a pickle. "Use the restroom and make it quick. I'll jump in once your done." I tossed my hands up in defeat and turned around to head into my...our room.
The dog didn't seem happy about this. He looked over his shoulder frowning. "We could always use it together."
"That'd be wierd bud," I waved over my shoulder. "Go ahead. Just hurry up." I unbuttoned my shorts and kicked them to the side. My underwear was still damp. Peaking over my shoulder I was glad to see he had gone in. So I stripped them off and grabbed my towel wrapping it around my waist and sat back on my bed waiting for my turn. I just hope he didn't clog the drain.
I heard the toilet flush and heard the shower start. I wasn't about to stop him from taking the desperately needed shower so I just waited.
That day really was...something. I hadn't had that much fun in a long time.
_ And it was all thanks to the mutt showering in my...shower. I laid back and sighed, looking around. It was oddly quiet. I didn't like it. Only a few weeks before I would've loved the free time I had on my hand at this moment. And now it hung heavy around me. It wasn't the calm, relaxing feeling I used to get from it._
And with the silence it came to me that he must've been done. The shower stopping that is.
When I looked to see if he was done the bathroom door was open and the dog was nowhere to be seen. So I quickly jumped up and scampered across the hall shutting and locking the door with a gleeful giggil. Tossed my towel up on the rack and pulled the curtain back to wash away today's grime and sweat...and I nearly jumped out of my skin as the dog stood in front of me. I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest as I clung to the door behind me.
"Not. Funny." I nearly shouted as he double over laughing, stark nude standing in his prime. He was laughing still as he looked at me. Those large hazelnut eyes soft, almost tender as he looked at me... still laughing.
"It's not like I planned on it," he confessed with a shrug. He wasn't even trying to hide himself and I was all too aware just how naked he was and I was... "I was going to get a towel but I forgot about the camera's. So I ducked back in here. To you know," he mimiced himself shaking sending a few stray droplets here and there, much like a dog would.
I grabbed the towel to cover myself. But I felt the large paw touch my hand making me pull my transfixed gaze ripped away and up to that face. "Ah, sorry. I need a towel." He said pulling back unsure of what to do. It was the first time since I stumbled on him that he seemed embarrassed.
"Let's switch positions." I looked away facing the wrong wall. I could still clearly make him out...all of him out in the mirror which only deepened the blush I had that seemed to fill my whole face as he took a step closer. And closer.
Taking the towel he began to try himself. Leaving me standing there rather befundled as to what to do. I wanted to sneak behind him. Close the curtain and seek the saftey behind it but I didn't think it was possible to get by the large lug who put his leg up on the toilet lid to get his inseams.
I turned a one eighty, facing the door and glad to see that it was still the same tarnished, white paint peeling piece of wood I had always known and loved. Dull. Boring and not in the least bit interesting. That's exactly what I needed right now. My face was steaming up and I wasn't sure why. When was the last time I blushed? Had actually been conflicted about having another male naked and next to me. It didn't make sense why my heart was racing or why my gut was twisting into knots.
"You alright?" I felt that heavy paw on my shoulder making me jump.
"Fine, just fine." I mumbled talking to the door. It was easier than turning around. There was a silence that followed before he spoke again in a gruff bark.
"I need to get by. Unless you want me to stay," I wasn't sure but I can only assume his tail wagged at that.
"No. Then who would cover the bed." I said turning around, looking up at the cieling. I really need to wash it. It was grimey and dirty. Unarousing and clearly not a naked dog directly before me.
The next thing I recall is that cold, wet damp nose touching my own. I jolted again pushing back to the door as he looked at me. Far to close for comfort. Heart racing, breathing heavy I looked at him. I licked my dry lips, unsure of what to do. To lean forward, to back away. To close my eyes and let it happen or turn away running and yelling rape?
"You going to move?" He laughed a bit with a playful smile. His tail was wagging and he really was unsure the clear effect he seemed to be having on me.
"Sure, sure, sure, sure." I said that word one too many times as I moved aside opening the door for him. He let the towel go, revealing himself again and placing it on the rack.
"It's a bit...musky, I made sure to do a thorough job." He winked slyly as he moved by. With the hairs breath away I could feel the heat radiating from him. Like some space heater. "I'll guard the bed," he said as casually as ever however he saluted which seemed to ruin it.
I'm just glad he didn't lay out naked in front of the door waiting for me...again. The door slowly shut and I found myself leaning against it breathing heavy.
It had been a while. It had been a while. It had defiantly been a while, I convinced myself shaking my head and slapping my cheeks a bit. Several days, a week even. Maybe more since...yeah. My body was just trying to find someone, anyone to help remove this need. That was all. And it just so happened I was living with said someone. That was all.
It was feeble but I could grasp it. Hold onto it desperately as I hid behind the curtain and just soaked in that warm cleansing spray. I could feel the grime and sweat slidding off my. That musky scent he had gotten all over me just washing away like some oily coating all over me. And it was damn refreshing.
Of course I hadn't realized I left the door unlocked. And that I was soon joined by said someone again. The toilet lid lifted up with a clank and I heard the clear sound of someone releaving themselves.
"Dude!" I nearly shouted. I mean come on! "I'm taking a flipping shower!"
"Well I'm not going to go in the back yard." He answered rolling his head back and groaning slowly. I could make out his silhouette through the curtain. And couldn't but stare at what he was holding in that meaty paw of his.
"Maybe you should. I'll even build you a small dog house and everything. And you can sleep out there," I laughed getting some soap to scrub myself down. The silence that followed left me with that guilty feeling again. "I didn-,"
But he interrupted as casual as ever. "Do I get a bone? My own little bowl with my name on it? What about a collar and a leash? Going to get me castrated too?"
"Ah, come on. You know I was joke. I didn't mean it like that." My knees almost buckled with the platter of guilt he dumped on me. "Besides I thought you liked the collar."
"Besides the point." He gruffly replied shaking himself before flushing.
The cold stung like needles and I jumped about before quickly turning it off. I was mostly soap free. "Ass." I grumbled wiping myself down a bit before opening the curtain not even aware he was still standing there.
He stuck his broad tongue out. That large slobbery muscle sticking out of the end of his black and chocolate brown muzzle with the beady black nose. Those hazelnut eyes, his ears folded back.
"Ass." I said again. I'm not sure what compeled me but I reached out and scratched behind his ear making him groan softly. Down his neck and under his chin. I wasn't about to say anything about the collar he was wearing. The one I let him pick out...the one he wore as he ran around the store with a leash in his mouth as I chased him down trying to get it from him. "Good boy," the words slipped from my lips in no more than a whisper making his ears perk.
"I am a good boy." He nodded. "But I'm not a dog."
"Of course your not. Now if you'll excuse me. I got to get dried off before we go to bed." His tail twitched at the word we but he didn't say anything just looking over his shoulder and away from me. He didn't move. I just rolled my eyes grabbing the towel, shutting the curtain and proceeded with drying myself.
He didn't look even as I dried my back and arms before my face. Smelling that tinge of musk on it. Brutus just looked over his shoulder as if he were standing guard. Before he up and changed his mind walking out. For half a second I was about to ask where he was going. But I didn't want him in here in the first place so why would I care where he was going...
It was only as I quickly crossed the threshold between the bathroom and bedroom that I realized what the goon was doing. He was laid out on the bed on his back this time. His legs were open, one hung off the bed the other arched high up on the bed; an arm up against the bedpost the other lazed across his chest and he wasn't even looking at me. For some reason he reminded me of captain morgan. Looking off into the corner of the room intently. Broodingly...
"You found my magazines didn't you." I covered my face with a hand as I closed my bedroom door. I'm a single male in his late twenties. Of course I was going to have those magazines. I'm just glad he didn't find my stash of toys. For once I was glad I took the proper means of hiding them.
"I don't know what your talking about," he said but his tail was wagging now and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
"Look. I'm a healthy young man and sometimes I like to look at naughty things. Alone. In my room. On my bed. Your posing on." I was looking at the same corner he was, unable to look at the dog on my bed.
Stark naked with only the leather collar on. Muscular tone legs open wide. Invitingly to the heavy sack sagging down onto the bed. His plump sheath asking, begging for attention. Such a nice, kissable stomach and firm chest with light pink lickable nipples and a broad neck one could spend the day gnawing on without shame. And that gentle face of his with a hidden strength that defined his features perfectly as he expressed emotions I never thought a dog could. His whiskers were rigged and I could tell he was not only holding his breath but sucking in his gut.
Yes. It had been a while for me. And he was not making it easy at this point.
"Your a dork. A stupid, big, lovable dork." I laughed and his tail wagged faster. "But what do you think is going to come of this?"
Brutus broke his pose and scooted up a bit in the bed. "I don't know. It looked like the guys were having fun. I was hoping to have fun. With you."
"Yeah it's not exactly that simple bud. I mean sure you could just jump into it," he wagged his tail. "But it means more than just...that. It's a special thing two people do for each other when they care deeply for one another. To express love and all that farty romance stuff." I sat on the edge of the bed. I said it exactly how my father had explained it to me.
I was naked with only a towel around my waist with a sexy beast trying to seduce me. What was I to do but pull my towel off and jump on him.
I laughed thinking about it. Looking up at the cieling. "I should've done that. Would've given us one more time together at the very least." I spoke the words aloud. But they only seemed to deepen the reality of the situation I was in. And made me cuddle back up to the pillow closing my eyes tightly as if trying to shut it away.
"Look. We haven't even kiss. You haven't bought ME dinner yet. So I don't see this happening." I laid back on the bed...between his legs. Fighting the urge was only getting harder by the second no matter what I said. I could practically feel those thighs against my face already let alone for his package being right there. "We haven't kiss yet." I said again with my eyes tightly closed.
That had always seemed to be the line between a relationship and just fuck buddies. A kiss meant something. And a lot of people couldn't handle that. Or didn't want that. Just stupid empty sex. That's all my ex had been. No matter how many times we did it I can't recall one time we kissed before, during or after it. And after that I promised myself, swore to myself! I wouldn't let that happen again. To be used like some used rag. No matter how long it had been.
"Like lickings?" Brutus leaned down looking at me upside down. I opened my eyes to look into those hazelnut spheres of pure caramel goodness. His muzzle opened and I smelt...mint on his breath. Great he was eating my toothpaste now.
Then he licked my nose. It was slow. Deliberate with closed eyes. I guess that was the way a dog kissed. "I mean lips," I spoke slowly closing my eyes. I felt that breath wash over me as he panted softly. "Sweet. Tender. Meaningful lip on lip contact. Kiss me and then we can fuck like bunnies."
I should've said that to him, I laughed softly into the pillow that was stained with my tears.
"It has to have some meaning to it. Rather than just the physical desire or the want for sex." And then I began quoting my father again. "It's suppose to be with someone you love. Care for. And in the hopes that they love and care for you. That one and only someone you want to raise a family with and bring lots and lots of grandchildren into the world for us." Ok maybe I could've left that last part out.
I felt those paws roam my chest as he leaned over me. It must've looked like he was doing yoga or something. Leaning, molesting dog. I'd go to yoga if they had stuff like that, heh.
Those rough pawpads kneaded my chest up to my shoulders. Massaging them as he pushed his nose against my forhead. Sliding it down into my hair to sniff. Smell and snort. Nuzzling and caress my head with his own.
The bed shifted as he moved. His weight rocking it back and forth before he laid down next to me or at least so are head was even. His legs dangled off the side of the bed as his face rested next to mine. His paws still touching whatever they could. My arm and chest mostly as he bumped his nose against my cheek. Licking it. "I don't mean to but I'll hurt you if we do this."
"I'm ok with that."
"I mean really. Your whole life will be tossed into the air. Ruined and all you'll have left is me. Someone that may not even still be alive. Someone that's not exactly human. And maybe we won't stay together. Something might happen or I might lose interest in you. Or you in me. Sex may grow boring. Dull and we'll become an old married couple that resent each other for ruining each others lives. Are you willing to risk that? For me?"
"Yeah, I do. And the only regret I have is not telling you how I felt," I mumbled between the tears. Crying into the pillow as I curled up into a small ball gripping the sheets as tightly as I could. Wanting to shout. To yell. And the one thing I wanted most. Was my Brutus.
His lips were warm. Soft yet strong as they pushed against me. Hesitant at first. Confused. Uncertain before he shut those thoughts out. Pushing against me more forcefully. Opening his muzzle, licking and kissing more as he rolled partially on me. His strong body resting against me as our lips touch again and again.
My hands roamed his body. Those muscles I've wanted to touch and feel I groped and squeeze, tracing their curves as I pulled him closer. More onto me as I kissed him passionately. Tongue and all. Only pulling back to get a proper breath. But Brutus didn't stop. Nipping at my chin, licking down my neck before suckling on the side of my neck. His strong paws gripping up my thighs making me groan. To squirm away from him a bit which only seemed to have the opposite desire effect.
He growled deeply climbing over me again. Pressing down as his lips once more sealed against mine. Gasping before the slurping kisses, the slobbery tongue forcing its way into my mouth before retreating back into his muzzle suckling on mine. Sealing our lips once more as he grunted, humping the bed next to me forcefully.
"Brutus," I pulled back a bit. Groaning once more as he attacked my neck. "Slow down, your going to kill me at this rate." I breathed between clench teeth as he found one of my bare nipples. Teething it and nipping just above it making me shiver. And toss and turn as he rubbed up my side with his paw, those blunt claws trailing along with it causing goosebumps to form.
That paw drifting down my stomach and between my legs...
I rubbed myself moaning into the pillow. Ok, so maybe it didn't happen as I had planned. And took longer than I like. But I guy could dream.