Bedtime Romp
Jørgen was lying sprawled over my unmade bed when I entered the room. He raised his head and looked at me with his soft brown eyes, dropping his jaw and letting his huge tongue loll out, dripping long strings of drool from his jowls. "I see you've made yourself comfortable already," I said with a slight smile.
I pushed the door closed behind me with a loud click, which echoed off the ecru-painted plasterboard walls, then began to undress. As my faded blue jeans came off I sighed with relief at being able to let my gut hang out again; despite my daily exercises and my attempts at eating well, my gut still insisted on letting me down. As a result, it was a bit of a strain to hold it in to allow my jeans to fit comfortably. I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them across the floor into a corner, leaving my lower body naked.
The St Bernard on the bed lifted his head up more and began to wag his tail, spreading loose brown and white hairs over the red-and-blue striped duvet that lay rumpled up beneath him. A string of drool snapped and plopped down onto the duvet to join the gooey puddle that had already formed.
My white T-shirt, which had a navy blue collar, then came off and joined the jeans. I went to the mirror and examined myself, turning from side to side as I looked over my body. Curly blond hair grew in a light blanket over my chest, thinning around around my midriff then getting more lush as it crept over my pubic area. It was slightly thinner as it went down my legs. I turned to try to look at my back. The hair coverage was surprisingly light there.
I turned away from the mirror and looked at Jørgen. He looked back at me, his sad-looking eyes blinking slowly. "Who's a big, handsome brute, eh?" I said as I got onto the bed and snaked an arm around the big dog's neck, cuddling up to him. "Who likes to get his master's bed all wet?"
"WOOF!" Jørgen replied, giving me a small fright and a ringing in my ears. He attacked my undefended face with his tongue, slathering it in warm, gooey saliva.
"Ewww," I murmured, even as I opened my mouth to let his tongue slide into my mouth. I closed my eyes and slipped my other arm around him, holding him close as we kissed messily. Stretching myself out I positioned my body against his, feeling his slightly coarse caramel and white fur rub against me. I draped my left leg over Jørgen's rump as I got closer, allowing my cock to press into his thick belly fur. "Mmm, sexy dog," I said when I pulled my face away to gain some air. My fingers ran through his neck fur, feeling how lush and thick it was.
We kissed again, and as we did so my arousal began to grow. My hand stroked down his back, slipping through his fur with some encumbrance as my fingers encountered snags and knots, as my cock gradually swelled. I reached down to adjust its position, letting it grow to its full six-inch size between our bodies.
I broke the kiss again, and slightly reluctantly pulled away from him, shifting position so that my erection was jutting out toward his face.
Jørgen knew what to do. He quickly pulled himself closer with his front paws and leaned his head forward to swipe his heavy tongue over my exposed glans.
I gently rubbed behind his floppy right ear as he treated my cock to an all-over licking, covering it from head to base with a sticky sheen of drool. The sensation of his tongue swiping over my glans was wonderful; it was hard to resist pumping my hips into his muzzle until I climaxed. As it was, I was nearly at my peak just from his licking.
I was torn between letting him lick me to orgasm, or spending my seed some place else. After a few seconds, during which time I was steadily getting closer to spurting, I decided that I'd deny Jørgen the pleasure of tasting my seed for once, and do something different.
Reluctantly I shuffled back and pulled my cock out of his tongue's reach. "Roll over, big guy," I said, placing my hands upon his midsection and giving him a push as a hint.
With a groan of laziness the big dog slowly rolled over; his rear legs splayed outward, and his jowls seemed to peel back from his teeth, under the influence of gravity.
I straddled his somewhat barrel-like body, facing his rear end. His tail wagged side to side, and slightly up and down as well, as I made myself comfortable, trying to put most of my weight on my knees. I shuffled myself forward until the pre-leaking head of my cock was nudging at the opening of Jørgen's sheath. Gripping the furry tube gently, I tried to hold it still whilst I nuzzled my glans into the opening. It was a slightly tight fit, but as I wiggled the sheath it gradually slipped down over my shaft until about half of it was engulfed. "You okay, big fella?" I asked, turning my head to glance back.
Getting back nothing more than a lazy growl, I began to stroke Jørgen's sheath up an down, enjoying the unique sensation of it gripping my cock. I rocked my hips a little, pushing my shaft a little deeper, until I was thrusting about five inches into the slightly loosened tube. The sheath's natural lubrication, combined with the drool and my pre, helped to make the docking quite pleasurable, and I was soon climbing toward my climactic peak once more. I slowed down, just sliding the warm, slick sheath gently over my cock until my orgasm simmered down a bit, then built up again.
Jørgen's tail wagged faster as I approached my climax once more. I tightened my grip on his sheath, just around the bit where my glans was, and increased the speed of my stroking. Presently I felt the beginnings of my orgasm, and this time I didn't stop it. My eyes clenched shut, I gave in to my body's urges, letting out a stuttered gasp as my seed spurted out with strong throbs of my cock, shooting deep into Jørgen's sheath. I pulled back, somewhat awkwardly, giving my cum more room. Even so, when I finally pulled my now weakly pulsing cock out, I still had a bit more, which I stroked out over his now cum-filled sheath. I ran my fingers over it, squeezing out the thick, whitish fluid I'd deposited, marvelling through the haze of pleasure that was still infusing my brain at how much I'd shot.
I carefully rolled myself off Jørgen's body and lay out flat, panting a bit from the exertion. He rolled over as well, propping himself up with a huge paw so he could start licking himself clean. I watched with a tired smile as my cum was lapped up. It took him only a short time to erase virtually any trace of my climax; the only clue was a little that still leaked from his sheath.
Yawning widely, I forced myself upright to reach for the other light switch above my bed. After three swipes at it the light finally switched off, plunging the room into darkness, which was relieved only by the faint light shining through the window from the waning moon. Then I collapsed onto the bed again, lying on my right side.
With a low growl and a 'woof' Jørgen crawled closer to me. I wrapped my arm over his warm body and cuddled him, giving him a big kiss on his drooly mouth. "Mmm, you big softy," I murmured. "What would I do without you?"
He licked me back, as if that was his answer.
"Indeed," I murmured by way of reply. I yawned widely and snuggled up more closely to my big, cuddly canine companion. Though summer was on the wane, it was still just warm enough that blankets weren't needed, particularly with a big dog to help out.
I listened to Jørgen's breathing settle down before I drifted off myself, noticing belatedly that I was lying on a puddle of cold drool.