Socially Awkward. Chapter Three.
Socially Awkward
Chapter Three
By Roofles
It was nearly one week later that Muff, the blue heeler, found himself being kicked out from the home. It was a sad parting. All the dogs had gathered to see him off, wishing him luck and even trying to offer him money or things to help.
"You all can keep your pity." Muff only snarled, in denial about it all until it was right in his face. He had been warned by the others. Togo the husky and Clem the boxer had tried to help the other dog out as they had done before. They had even set up interviews for him at one of their jobs, calling in favors to get him references he didn't earn.
Clem found the whole thing distasteful.
Muff just spat in their faces not going to the interview, deciding he wanted to sleep in instead. That he "wouldn't get the job anyways so there was no point in going." Clem had enough with it after that and wiped his hands off from helping the other dog forever. Togo felt guilty for having hurt Muff in the past and kept up trying to help until the bitter end.
Which only created a rift between him and his mate, Charles. The husky focusing so much to help his ex out during the week he neglected the human, not even asking him what he wanted; the husky's guilt clouding his better judgement on the matter.
One week. A single week to go on forever with everything that they tried to rush to get done. Setting up interviews, trying to convince Reese to give him until the end of the month at least, chipping in once more to cover Muff's rent. Hand held, spoon fed... Muff still ended up without a job, without any leads to one or prospects of doing anything with himself.
He had nothing to show for all their hard work.
Reese wanted those in his home to be able to choose what they wanted to do, who they wanted to be. Free spirits he liked to think of them as, the ones who weren't forced into doing things they didn't want to do. Or didn't believe in. Still, there were limits to this and Reese had to make an example, giving Muff more than enough chances over the past year.
If the blue heeler did his chores, minded his manners, kept his area clean and sanitary maybe Reese could have over looked it. The blue heeler just gave him nothing to work with, insulting him and even going so far as to question his leadership in front of the other dogs. These things couldn't be over looked and frankly, like Clem, Reese was fed up with it.
"You have my number," Togo said to the blue heeler who was fuming at the lot of them. Feeling betrayed by them and writing Reese all together off. Blaming the wolf for everything, that this was somehow his fault. "If you need anything..." The husky whined, trying to comfort his friend. His ex, with his current mate off to the side able to hear every word he said.
Reese had to add that to the list of things to keep an eye out for in the future. This was going to cause issues he could tell. Reese had to make an appearance, seeing the other dog off, but didn't help move what little stuff the blue heeler had out or say a word about it. His point was made. His foot was down and that was that. There was no going back.
The blue heeler was glaring at him the whole time while he was taken away by Clem, who had come home late last night again. Reese would ask about that later, seeing as how the boxer had taken a deep clean shower to remove the scent of anyone he had been hanging around with. It wasn't like the boxer. Still, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was starting up again.
"Can you believe Reese? I mean after everything." Muff was going on in the front seat, holding his box of things. It was like he had been fired from an office and had to take the minor nick knacks on his desk home. And the stapler. That was just how empty his things were, other than cloths. What little he possessed. "We were having a movie night last week for crying out loud!"
"You were warned." Clem just said flatly. The boxer didn't like when anyone talked bad about his Alpha like this. Constructive criticism was one thing, after all Reese wasn't perfect. Just flat out insulting him was crossing the line. "He gave you time and time and time again..." Clem continued before Muff could speak up in that high pitch whiny voice. "Anyone else would've tossed you out on your ass a year ago, without even giving you a lift." He added at the end, beginning to grind his teeth.
CT wouldn't have put up with this shit. That was for sure, making the boxer question why he was in this dog house and not in the Bernese mountain dogs.
Clem had been hanging out with CT over the past week. Being old friends it wasn't odd for them to meet up for a drink again. Then dinner and finally a long steamy night in bed; Clem's shoulder still ached from where the other dog had bit him during his climax.
CT would have put Muff through hell, getting him a job one way or another. Force him through an obstacle course to break him down and rework him into a model citizen if that's what it took. Just like how the military did to new recruits. CT even had a place he used as a boot camp.
The blue heeler just huffed, throwing up his hands and crossing his arms after, looking away out the window. Clem could smell the other dog's annoyance. Clem couldn't figure out why the blue heeler was so caught off guard by all this. Anyone else would have done something months ago... That very thought made the boxer's fur stand on end. His fingers gripping the truck's steering wheel ever tighter, jaw clenched as Muff kept whining and complaining about how unlucky he was. How miserable he was and how unfair this all was.
Clem had enough. Enough of all of this. He didn't need to deal with this shit. He wasn't Reese's bitch. "I'm done." The boxer finally snapped. "With you. With this. I'm not about to lose my Friday night because you can't keep your shit together for more than a couple days."
Muff was taken aback, gasping and looking at him as if the boxer had just slapped him. "I didn't do anything, it was Reese."
"Enough!" Clem finally barked coming to an abrupt stop. He turned his blinker on an drove over to the curb. "Get out." The boxer growled, glaring at the blue heeler now. He put the safety brake on, not even turning the truck off as he unbuckled his seat belt.
"You w-wouldn't! We're friends!" Muff's ears splayed out though and he shrunk against the side door, eyes growing wide. "Aren't we?" He whimpered.
"I've always hated you." Clem just sneered, reaching over to open the side door. And with one boot kicked the blue heeler out onto the curb. He tossed his box of junk out after his with a laugh.
The boxer slammed the door shut, locking it and turning the radio on as the blue heeler banged on the window, finally apologizing. Asking to be let in and his pleas falling on deaf ears.
Clem lit a fresh cigar, grinning ear to ear and just turned back out into the street heading to CT's dog house. The Bernese mountain dog would be so impressed with what he had done.
The blue heeler just watched as his ride left him on the sidewalk, unsure where to go. Where he could go. None of the other Alphas would take him in. His friends couldn't or wouldn't be able too. And it was then Muff finally realized he had no one else to turn too and wept for himself because no one else would.
Reese made sure to get this all done before noon even hit. He wanted Muff to have a full day to figure out where he could go and stay. The wolf had called in one favor at least, planning to leave the blue heeler with an old friend until he could get back on his feet and figure things out for himself. The wolf hadn't told him, just told where Clem was supposed to drop him off at.
He had other things planned for the day. Things he'd been putting off for too long.
There was a flower shop near the "Animal Hub," the local district of the city where non-humans owned businesses. The skunk that ran the store was kind enough and had given him a discount on the order, seeing what it was for. Mr. Flora was a nice guy trying like Reese to change the stereotype society had put on him. While the skunk was trying to get people to get their minds off the smell, yet still focusing on smell; Reese could take notes from him. Staying true to yourself while adjusting yourself just enough to fit into society.
Reese thanked him, leaving a generous tip as well before heading out. The cemetery was on the other side of town giving him plenty of time to think about what he'd say.
The wolf laid the flower bundle down on the grave a half hour later, placing both his heavy hands back into the jacket he wore. This is why he had one, to have a place to put his hands when he wasn't sure what else to do with them.
"Been a while since I, uh... visited." Reese said uncomfortably. He looked around to make sure no one could hear him before looking back down at the grave. There was another set of flowers, withered and dead. Someone else had dropped by the past week. Reese knew exactly who that was. "Just been doing the same old shit. You know, paying bills... working... taking care of the dogs in the house. What you would've wanted..." The wolf cleared his throat a bit, shifting his feet unable to find a comfortable spot to stand.
It was chilly out, the cloud beginning to roll in once more. Fall was on them; winter was just around the corner. Reese was beginning to think over the holidays. Maybe he'd invite Muff to thanksgiving, talk about him moving back in - when he got a job of course.
"I should probably go and see him, huh?" Reese chuckled lightly, finally bringing the thing up he'd been dreading the whole car ride here. "Yeah. I know you wanted us to like hang out again. Just, stuff been coming up. And I'm putting it off. Again. Just like Muff did." Reese shook his head, maybe he had been a bit too harsh on the blue heeler. "Fine, I'll go check in. If it gets you off my back." The wolf flicked his cigarette out into the damp grass and stepped on it, grinding it into the dirt.
He turned away from the tombstone and headed back for his car. There was only one word written on it. Joel.
Bernard was the third musketeer of their little group when they were young. After Duke moved away, Reese made friends with the other two local canines in his neighborhood. Joel a Rottweiler born with a deformed side muzzle that left his teeth exposed. As such he used to wear a muzzle specially designed for him, like a metal set of braces. Bernard, a German Shepherd, decided to make him feel better by convincing Reese to wear one too with him. So the three of them looked like idiots rather than just Joel.
The three had stayed close in the coming years, all throughout high school until Joel dropped out. The Rottweiler had gotten involved with a bad group of dogs. He was the one who first got Reese and Bernard involved in such ugly affairs; promising them riches, woman or guys and most importantly. Respect.
Reese pulled up outside of Bernard's home. It was a duplex, the German shepherd living in the left part of the divided apartment. The wolf locked up his car making sure nothing of value was visible from the windows, even taking the radio off and putting it into his coat. This was a bad part of town and it was best not to give anyone a reason to mess with them.
The wolf still looked around before zipping down his fly and taking a good long piss on the side of one of the tires. The smell would keep the smarter burglars away. Why risk getting mauled by a wolf when there was easier pickings elsewhere?
Reese knocked on the door several times, shifting the weight of the paper bag he carried in his arm. He had stopped by one of the small grocery stores and picked up a variety of things from toilet paper to toothpaste and some cans of dog food. It wasn't much but he knew Bernard always was having problems with money.
The door opened and for a second Reese thought he had the wrong house. There was a much younger German Shepherd behind the door. The door had a chain lock allowing the young pup to get a look at him.
"Can I help you?" The pup asked with a bit of a bite to his voice. Reese smiled at that.
"Is Bernard home? I'm an old friend." Reese explain, crouching down a bit and resting his weight on one knee. "You are?"
But the door shut in his face and he heard it lock once more. Reese ear twitched at that. "Punk ass pup." The wolf grumbled. He had never been good with kids. He even had a rule that non were allowed in the dog house due to it; though the other dogs weren't aware as to why.
It took a couple of minutes before his ears perked up and he heard the heavy steps of the German shepherd he was looking for.
Bernard unlocked the door but didn't undo the chain, opening it up to look at him. The German shepherd frowned seeing him and slammed the door in his face. Reese winced, ears folding back.
"Ok, I deserve that." Reese admitted, knocking on the door. It sounded more like he was banging on it with his fist.
"Go away." Bernard growled on the other side. Reese could tell the other dog was just standing there on the other side.
"I saw you went to Joel's grave." Reese said loudly. He rested his forehead against the door.
He was met with silence.
"I'm sorry." Reese sighed heavily. "For not coming by sooner."
Another minute went by. The large black wolf turned to leave. The door opened once more.
"What do you want?" Bernard sounded tired. Working two jobs to make a living would do that to any dog.
"Just wanted to talk. No catch, I promise." Reese said turning back to door, looking hopeful. He even crossed his chest and held up a hand. "Scouts honor."
Bernard frowned at that. "You were never a scout." The German shepherd pointed out.
"Didn't stop me from using the uniform." Reese chuckled. The other dog just gave him a look before finally snorting a laugh and shook his head.
"Otis, don't you have homework to do!" Bernard shouted inside the house as he undid the chain lock.
Reese gave him a smile but Bernard was already walking back inside, ignoring him. Reese just nodded at that. "I deserve that too." And hung up his coat. There was a paw scrubber outside the house and he used it to get as much dirt off his paws as he could. Most, like Reese, didn't wear shoes.
He brought the groceries in and set them on the counter.
"Your taking those with you when you leave." Bernard said coldly joining him near the kitchen. The German shepherd was in a pair of boxer shorts, a loose T shirt and had a bathrobe open over them. He also had a beer in one hand and didn't offer Reese one.
Bernard was a sable, his fur a mix of gray, black, brown and tan all over his body.
"Who's the pup?" Reese jabbed a finger towards the room with the sign Otis on it.
Bernard ears folded back, he set his beer down. "I didn't know how to tell you..." He began, finally looking back at the wolf. "He's yours. I got pregnant right before you left and just didn't know how to tell you."
Reese rolled his eyes. "Man, you are such an ass."
Bernard just grinned back. "Yeah, I'm a lovable bastard." And he took another drank of his beer.
"Well?" Reese asked.
"What?"
"Who's the kid?" Reese growled now.
"Well, I didn't know how to tell you..." Bernard started up again and nearly got the bag of grocery thrown at him. "Haha, ok ok. Shit. Can't a guy have a little fun."
"So help me if you said that's how that," he jabbed a finger on more at Otis's room. "That happened. I will strangle you."
"Oh baby, don't tease me with a good time." Bernard just replied with that smile once more.
Reese rolled his eyes and walked over to the fridge. He opened it up and pulled out a bear, using one of his claws to pop the cap off.
"Hey, I didn't say you could have that." Bernard growled now at him.
"Going to stop me?" Reese challenged. Not getting a reply the wolf was the one to smile, taking a long drink from it and wiping his muzzle with the back of one arm. "Damn, that taste like horse piss."
"You would know." Bernard rolled his eyes going back to the living room.
"Har har." Reese smiled though despite himself as he locked the front door before joining his old friend in the living room.
The living room wasn't like his own. There wasn't a couch or night stands. Instead there was a rather large dog bed with another smaller one nearby. There was a shorter side table with a lamp on it, a matted rug that was used to set dishes on instead of a table. The tv was even lower to the ground. It was common dog decorum; while cat's liked things high up, dogs liked them lower to the ground. Only an Alpha needed a good vantage point after all and that was stressful.
Reese just took a seat on the smaller of the two beds. He had to adjust himself several times, unable to fit in it. Bernard laughed at that without saying a word. Reese decided just to sit on the floor instead. The carpet smelled like it had been recently cleaned.
Bernard just unmuted the tv and continued watching his show, resting back on his dog bed and ignoring the wolf. It gave Reese the time to look around the room. Seeing what little there was in it.
Reese could tell the two were poor. They had the bare essentials and were filling the rest of the room with things that had clearly been thrown out at one time or another. There was a broken drawing board in one corner, a cracked lamp in the other. At least they had pictures of themselves. The two; Otis and Bernard.
Reese ears stayed up as he heard a car back fire outside. It might've been a gunshot though. This neighborhood wasn't the best area to raise a pup.
"I kicked Muffin out," Reese said using the blue heeler's real name to make sure there was no mistake in who he was talking about.
"I'm not moving in." Bernard just sat flatly as he continued to watch the tv. His ear didn't even move at what Reese had said.
"Wasn't going to ask you." Reese just replied. The two knew he was lying.
"Yes you were." Bernard just said back, still not looking at him.
"No, I wasn't." Reese growled now, getting frustrated.
"You were." Bernard took another drink of his beer.
"Like I'd let you move in."
"Oh, you'd love having me around. I'm a hoot." Bernard said with a dry, crass tone.
Reese ears splayed out a bit. "I would actually." He mumbled a bit, not looking at the other canine now. He took another long drank of his own beer.
The tv muted once more. Reese noticed he was being watch and looked to see Bernard staring at him.
"He's my kid." Bernard said finally letting him in on his big secret. Not that it was much of a secret these days. "The misses," he scowled even talking about her. "Thought it would be funny as fuck to leave me with the runt of the litter."
That might seem harsh to most but talking about such things amongst dogs was common. It wasn't something you hid. When you had six to seven kids at a time such things came up. Reese was sure even Otis knew he was the runt. It was something you just had to live with.
"And I'm not about to let any fucker take him away from me." Bernard just added, finishing his beer off and motioning to Reese who handed his over. "It's hard but we're getting by well enough." Reese just nodded, not about to get between the two. Even Reese had the strong urge to reproduce, have kids and continue his lineage. It just came with being a canine after all. Most had open relationships that urge to continue breeding never fully leaving.
It was rare to find a guy who wanted it to monogamous.
"I'm glad." Reese smiled softly looking over at the pups room once more.
"That we live in this shit hole? Geez, thanks." Bernard just teased again. He could be an ass when he was drinking. Which was often.
"That you have one. You always wanted a big family." Reese just said honestly, looking back over at the sable German shepherd. Bernard folded his large ears back and looked away, grumbling a bit.
Reese scooted over, then once more. Until he was nearly sitting on the dog bed. "I'm glad you're doing well." He lowered his muzzle down a bit, moving his hand over to place on the German shepherd thigh.
"Come on now," the other dog grumbled moving his leg away. "Let's not start this shit again." Reese only scooted a bit closer. He could smell the other males need, wanting, aching for his touch once more. How long had it been? "I can't go through it all again." Bernard just growled softly, unable to meet his eyes.
"It doesn't have to be like last time." Reese said softly, petting the side of his face and turning his muzzle back towards his.
"Reese, don't." Bernard started before looking up at him. Into those golden eyes.
"Don't stop something I can't finish?" Reese smirked, tilting his head to one side and kissing him deeply. Scooping the sable German shepherd up into his arms and then pinning him back down against the dog bed with his full weight with a lustful growl.
Reese dragged his nails down Bernard's chest, letting his nails scratch underneath and feeling that thick warm musky fur against his palm as he rested it on the German shepherd's stomach. Reese could smell his rich earthy, natural scent. Bernard having come home without taking a shower today. It was making the wolf bare his teeth, fur raising up a bit as he panted down at the smaller, meek male he had pinned against the cushion.
Reese needed this, wanted it and could smell that Bernard did too. Which is why he was so confused when the sable German Shepherd stopped him. Bernard taking hold of his wrist and pulling it back. Reese growled at that but didn't resist, just rolling off to the side.
"Reese," Bernard started. "It's been a while since I've seen you. You drop by without warning and..." The other dog trailed off, Reese wouldn't have even heard him.
The wolf could smell his arousal, see it through those tight briefs he wore. Outlined perfectly in the black fabric, the very end was damp. Reese agreed though in the end, he hadn't even texted ahead. Something he was beating himself up about right about now, at least text before showing up for a booty call.
"Just seeing you again..." Reese said, trying to explain it a bit. Reese would've fucked just about anyone he could pin down at this point.
"I know." Bernard chuckled though, covering himself up a bit with the bathrobe he was wearing. The other canine was flushing a bit, ears splayed out and it was only making Reese want to climb on top of him once more. Pin the smaller canine down, bite the scruff of his neck and just...
The wolf was laying down on his back now, next to the side of sable furred German Shepherd. Bernard scratched over his stomach making the wolf grumble loudly, rolling onto his back a bit more. Reese even lifted his shirt up for him, glaring over at the other canine as if to ask "why did you stop?"
Bernard only chuckled at that and turned onto his side, beginning to scratch under his shirt and through his thick fur with one hand. Reese closed his eyes, wishing that had was rubbing him just a little bit lower and far rougher...
In another part of downtown, someone was getting lucky.
Clem held onto the head board of the Bernese Mountain dog's bed and kept pounding his rear. Every thrust made the bed creak, the wobbly legs beginning to protest loudly as the head board smacked into the wall again. The foundation was cracking at this point.
CT had his muzzle bound, leather straps tying his arms up behind his back and Clem was holding them firmly with his other hand as he pumped his rigid, bright red shaft deep into the larger male. CT had good couple inches on Clem, two dozen pounds at least. Which is why Clem loved to put the larger male in his place.
Clem wasn't using protection, he never did. He leaked too much for that. It also gave him a perfect unobstructed view of his tennis ball sized knot pressed against the "slutty, filthy dog. Hiking your tail high every time you see me." Clem would growl in his ear.
The boxer loved to tease, to toy with and play during it all. He'd take unnecessary amount of time putting that leather muzzle on CT's face, letting the leather strap snap against his furred flesh making the mountain dog wince and whimper. Even now Clem was teasing him, humping roughly into him one second and then going painfully slow the next. Making CT whimper and beg for him to keep it up.
For an Alpha, CT sure did love to be treated like a little bitch in the sack. Clem was just grinning the whole time as pulled back out again, watching as CT's loose tail hole leak. He'd take hold of himself and teasing that tail hole once more, circling his tapered tip right around the edges until CT would push his rear back at him, whining for more.
CT had a black leather cock strap on around his base and sack, keeping them firmly in place. Underneath his sack was a weight making them pull lightly against the strap. The Bernese mountain dog had nearly everything other than an electric clamp. Clem had that one. He only used it when he could catch them off guard, giving them a little jolt and watch them squirm.
CT was on all fours on the bed, Clem was behind him, holding the wall at this point for support as he pushed back in; just enough to make CT tailhole stretch for his knot but never enough to push it in. It was past the point he was going to tie the other man, he was just teasing him with it now.
Clem never howled when he finished. It was more like a surge of pleasure that coursed through his body that erupted from his shaft and filled whatever he wanted with his release. And the boxer savored every second of it. He let it come naturally, never forcing it as his body eased and relaxed into the pumping release fat hanging sack.
CT whimpered, shivering as his rear was filled to the point he was messing his sheets.
Clem just finished with a "Fuck, yeah." As he pulled his member out and reached over to grab the cigar he had been smoking earlier and putting it back into his muzzle. He snapped the snaps free so CT could move his arms once more and got off the bed.
Clem stunk of sex, sweating after it all. Just another good night. He'd have to drop by the Y to take a shower though before getting home. Even the pants he was still wearing would have to get changed as he zipped up the front slowly, giving one last groan for the night.
CT undid the muzzle strap and set it on the nightstand. He looked back at the boxer, seeing him putting his greasy shirt back on. "Not going to stay the night?" The mountain dog asked trying to keep his voice flat.
"Nah, got a busy morning tomorrow. Togo's faggy human mate needs a lift to work." Clem just shrugged one shoulder, sitting on the bed and beginning to put his boots back on.
"We'd have time to tie at least." CT brought up once more.
"Not into that." Clem just shrugged it off.
"Just be nice again, like before." CT rubbed his arm, sitting down next to the boxer. Clem just stood up and stretched, grumbling a bit about how he needed to hit the gym again and grabbed his coat next to the door.
"Only tie someone I'm dating." Clem just explained without putting much thought or care into how he said it, making him come off crass. "It just gets too weird when you do. Don't know how the fuck other dog's do it." He shuddered at the thought of being tied to some slutty fox in a bathroom stall.
"Well, would that be so bad?" CT asked hopefully. "We've done it before."
Clem ended up frowning though, not looking at the other dog. "Yeah. And it didn't end so well as I recall." This talk was really putting him out of the mood. Don't ask a guy about this kind of stuff after sex. Their penis won't be listening.
Clem chuckled at the joke, he had to remember it to tell Togo once he got back home. CT on the other hand took the laugh as an insult.
"Well then why do you keep coming over here then? Always complaining about your Alpha. I'm here for you, for that." CT growled a bit. The mountain dog was still naked, in leather straps. Clem wanted to point that out, saying that wearing those answered exactly who wanted what around here. Still, Clem was terrible at this.
"Look, we've been over this." Clem sighed heavily, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to recall what him and Reese had talked about last time this happened. "I don't mind if we do." Clem began.
CT ears perked up and he wagged his tail at the prospect.
"But." Clem said firmly, putting his foot down with the word. "I'm not about to stop seeing Ricky." The boxer ears folding back a bit, his teeth showing as he got defensive. It was CT's tail position, his ears and just body language that told the boxer how much this annoyed him.
"You're still seeing that fricking cat?" CT snarled, showing his own teeth now as he got up and walked towards him. "When were you going to tell me this?"
"It's not like we're dating." Clem only growled back, getting right back up in the other canines face.
"We're only fucking!" CT continued to show his teeth. The tension was high in the room as they squared off.
"Doesn't mean shit." Clem said, tactful as ever. That only made matters worse.
"I don't mean shit to you?" CT brought up. It was just like the last time they were together. Almost word for word. "After all I've done for you." And CT pushed Clem in the chest.
Clem only growled a warning at that. "What do you want me to do? Text you every time I take a shit too?"
CT only through up his hands and moved away, never fully turning his back on him though. "And here it comes. Just because I want to know who your fucking on the side, doesn't mean I need to know every shit you take."
Clem rolled his eyes. "Like I told you before. I'm fine with a relationship. An open one." The boxer tried to calm down but his body language was anything but.
Just another issue they had in their relationship a year ago. Both dominate males, or at least outside the bedroom.
"Sorry I don't want to catch anything from one of those sluts your banging on the side." CT growled back once more. "Can't believe this." And he punched the wall, knocking over one of the side desks before walking back over and jabbing a finger at him. "You know this pisses me off." CT accused him as if he had done this just to piss him off.
"And you know." Clem growled back, swatting his hand out of his face. "I've been seeing Ricky."
CT only huffed at that, turning his head away and began pacing in the room as if trying to find some reason why he could argue this. "That's not the point." He just ended up saying.
"Of course that's the issue." Clem rolled his eyes at him once more. "I'm not about to be pinned down into some... some... human relationship!" Clem just growled. "No one is about to tell me who or what I can see or fuck. You're not my Alpha." Clem finished with, nearly spitting the word out at him.
CT just turned away finally cursing loudly and kicking the knocked over nightstand.
Clem just left it on that note, glaring at the other dog as if asking for him to challenge that. He put his jacket on, unlocked the door and headed out without another word.
Tea saw him out.
Clem still went to the Y to take a shower. He spent nearly half an hour just standing under the hot spray of water, trying to get rid of any trace of the other canine. The boxer normally would use the shampoo he brought with him but decided against it. It didn't matter now. Not like he was about to see CT again.
The two didn't even real get along. They just had great sex. Kinky, musky, sweaty, ball gagging sex. It was hard to find someone into all the stuff Clem himself was. Let alone someone a bitch in the sack but not outside the bedroom. Skinny little fags like that just pissed him off.
After the shower he took an extra half hour just to dry off and sulk in the mess he had made for himself. His phone flashed and he got a text from the cat in question; Ricky had been the same reason they had broken up last time.
"Still on for Sat?" The text read simply.
"Why? Wanting to be bred that bad?" Clem texted back.
"Nah, just was going to watch the game at the bar with friends otherwise." Ricky only texted back.
Clem snorted a bit, chuckling at that. Why couldn't all guys just be like that. Sex was just for fun. No drama. No stress. No commitment. Just sweaty, kinky, musky fun.
Clem would head back to Reese's dog house later that night. The two wouldn't talk about it as they both arrived home a little after midnight.
"Any luck?" Clem would ask.
"Nope." Reese confirmed. Clem nodded at that. "You?"
Clem shrugged. "Too much." And Reese knew what he meant by that and it was the wolf's turn to nod.
"Want to eat the rest of the ice cream from the bucket?" Reese offered.
"Fuck yes." Clem grinned and they spent the night watching reruns of Three's Company.