Dog to Dog Chapter 1
The very male pit bull cried out, having pushed himself too far. He stopped what he was doing, what kept his legs spread so wide and up, practically over his head, and panted for a few moments before righting himself. The sturdy dog sat on the edge of his spring bed, feeling the slight breeze from the ceiling fan on his thin fur. He grimaced as the noise of sirens rose up through his open window - the afternoon was starting to fade to evening but the air in the streets was still hot. His one room apartment - well, two, if one was generous enough to count the bath - was spare and tidy, almost Japanese.
The tidyness of his dwelling couldn't keep the chaos of the ghettoes at bay. The sirens were a block down the street.
"Shit." The dog muttered, standing up to peer through the window; a couple of police cars were parked haphazardly on the curb of the cracked, flacked sidewalk. Even in summer, the trees were threadbare, providing an uninterrupted view. "Shit," he said again, wondering why they needed to be so goddamned noisy since they didn't to anything else besides blare those goddamned sirens. In fairness, though, the big, solid Pit Bull was just a bit nervous; he'd spent all afternoon preparing for a visitor who may or may not arrive.
Mercifully, with a couple of honking squacks, the police cars heard of someplace with peace and quiet and went there. A few moments passed, the gusts of the light breeze causing the window frame to clank quietly. He breathed a bit easier, and reached up and scritched just behind his ear - hins pawfingers rasping through his short hair was almost unbearably loud in the new stillness. The pit dog stood up from his bed under the other, shut, window, and looked into the mirror. The mirror had a big chip missing from one corner and no frame, but the price had been right. It was perfect for this dog, too; from across the width of the room it caught his bulk from the knees up. He ought to have been proud of the muscular stud dog with his head turned staring back - that broad, powerful head; the huge perfection of his muscles, impressive even for a pit of his strength, with nary an ounce of fat; that thick, hard, cock, straining to jut above the horizontal and those deliciously oversized balls made up the complete Platonic Ideal of the biggest, studliest pitbull. Even his color of blue/black with a couple of irregular white patches, one over his left eye and skull and the other across his belly and down a thigh was perfect. His thin tail wagged across the back of his legs.
He heard a few scuffing steps and rubbed his paw over the back of his head and a cropped short ear and looked at the door. The pitty listened intently, tail wagging faster, but heard nothing other than a few pups playing in the weedy concrete playground low down, and the heavy, sweaty coital beat of a stereo pumping some hiphop tunes a few storeys below. Then a two heavy knocks.
A powerful dog doesn't need much protection, but in the part of this city everyone needed some insurance. Since peepholes for looking out at your visitors also allow folk to look in, his was painted over. The powerful male dog strode to the door and unlocked it *click*...
and opened the deadbolt *schlock*...
and the other two dead bolts *schlick... schlock*...
and opened the door against three chains. He peered out.
A distracted looking Dobermann was on the other side - tall, of course, and unusually muscular even for a Dobermann. He was idly scratching under his A-shirt under his chest. The dobie looked up and saw the dark nose of his host, and flashed a pearly white grin.
"Hey dawg," the Doberman said. The pit bull let out just a little whimper; the doberman was half-a-head taller than him and just as improbably muscular. His voice was thick and warm and rich and foreign and quiet. The pit bull almost swooned; just taking in the stud dog with his eyes was enough to send another gout of precum out from his broad dick's head. He let his eyes wander across those heavy shoulders and broad, long clean neck, and over those heavy pectoral muscles; down across his hips and to the generosity evident in the Dobi's baggy but just not too baggy enough shorts- with red compression shorts peaking out on those tree-like thighs. He was leaving a small puddle of precum on his doormat.
The doberman looked up and down the open-air walkway outside.
"Hey, that's you, right?" and peered in at the nose in the darker room.
"Yeah. Shit. Sorry, dog." The pit bull unfastened one chain after the other after the other and opened the door, stepping in. The doberman skiffed his ears on the lintel passing in, smiling and reaching out, grasping the door from the pit bull's paw and closing it firmly. Both dogs made low growling noises in their chests and reached for each other; the doberman did make sure to lock at least one deadbolt as his muzzle met the short, wide, snubbed muzzle of the pit bull. The pitty snarled and grasped the taller dog, and the doberman tried lifting his shirt off. In the confusion and insistence of the arms and teeth and tongues he was pulling one way with one paw whilst the other grabbed his lover's head and pulled it against his muzzle while the pit bull tugged another direction, equally adamant that his muzzle and that of his lover's wouldn't part. The cheap shirt pulled apart with an easy tearing sound; there was still some attached around the neck but a quick pull and that was gone from the muscledog's black and tan chest. The doberman's hair was short and tight, like that of the pit bull, but with his darker markings looked more dangerous, more ominous, more powerful. Even though the dobi was possibly more muscular that his friend, the pit bull's shorter stature made his muscles look bulkier. Irrespective of all that - the two lovers grasped each other's bodies hungrily, paws cupping, feeling, wandering, blind with lust. In the crush, the Pit Bull yelped - as the two bodies pressed together, his tumescent, hard cock was torqued off at an awkward angle into the air. With a quick, practiced adjustment, their hips relaxed and the blue studdog deftly tuked his dick up and the Doberman murred at the feeling of burning heat against his abdomen and the precum ooze wetness under his sternum. When they last broke from their powerful kiss the pitbull nibbled the doberman's chest, growl/whining, and lifted one paw to wave at the windowframe over his bed, with an empty tube of lube and an outrageously large, bright blue dildo.
"Hey studdog, I'm ready this time..."
His partner looked down and their eyes met and noses rested together, growling lustily. The dobermans paws slid down the wide jutting wing muscles of the shorter dog, down the tight twist of the small of his back, and grasped at the Pit's hard buttocks. The dobie murred long as his pawfingers savored the perfection of those twin globes, sneaking his fingertips into the dark crevice under that long, thin tail and feeling lube leaking slowly from his lover's tailhole, slicking up that dark slide.
"Yah dog, I feel ya." That dark, deep voice melted some of the Pit Bull's lingering tension and he smiled, nosing the Doberman back and his paws slipped his paws under the waistline of the black-and-tan dog's shorts. He slipped downwards, nosing the deep cleft between the Doberman's pectoral muscles, accented with deep tan on jet black, pushing those shorts down over bulges below the dog's waist. The compression shorts, slick and red, helped, but the Doberman had plenty of junk in his trunk and up front; he wiggled his hips to help the pittie push and popped the waistband over his buttocks and the offending garment fell to the ground. Since the Pit Bull's paws were free, he just gripped the firm, hard ass of his lover and fell to his knees, face buried against the doberman's crotch, huffing deep breaths and rubbing the sides of his blunt head against the bulges there, and then took one paw and stroked the long, thick, meaty tube that ran down the inner thigh and almost out of the thighhole!
"Oh, BABY!" the pitbull growled, muffled by the doberman's body. His paws found the waistband of the compression shorts and peeled them down off his lover's body, tail wagging faster as the dobie's genitalia blossomed and jutted and then, gloriously, hung free, black as jet against the umber running up the insides of his stud lover's legs. Eagerly, with a little whine, the Pit Bull lunged his muzzle towards the heavy and uncut Dobie's flaccid cock, but the standing dog took a paw and lifted it away.
"Hey now, let it breathe for a sec... you got some other things to play with for now, dog." The pittie looked a little let down, but then the gleam returned to his eyes as he leaned his snub muzzle forward, sniffing, lapping at the doberman's ballsack. He whined again, tail wagging against the floor, as he brought his dark, deep blue paws up and cradled those gargantuan balls. Each one was heavy, even to him, and each one overfilled the large paw as he tried to cup them.
"Ridiculous," the pit bull stud dog breathed, leaning in to give each of his lover's testicles warm, soft, almost chaste kisses. Rediculous might not have been the best word - but words weren't his strong suite. All boydogs, from the stateliest Dano to the wireist terrier were excessively endowed. Cats thought of male dogs as gross abberations, outsized and unnecessary and cartoonish. The pit bull had never met another Doberman, so he thought this specimen in his hands was truly unique. Outrageous, outlandish, deformed, disproportioned - all more appropriate adjectives for the dog whose seed rested in his powerful paws, worshipped with his bone-breaking jaws and soft, dark lips, and whose dick hung heavy and half-swollen over his broad skull and down against his neck and further. The pit bull smiled, kissing, licking, murring as he knelt before his doberman, lips and tongue playing along the things that would give him such pleasure, such warmth, such unconditional approval.
The doberman growled, "You know it, dog," letting his head loll back, on paw resting on his lover's scalp and cropped, short ear. As the blue pit bull changed his wet, soft kisses to longer, harder kisses, schlurping on the doberman's balls - balls that desperately cried out to be sucked on, but no dog would ever get in his maw! - the soft sounds of his lover's ministrations filled the room. At last, the pittie could no longer resist and pulled his head back, nose trailing along the side of the thickening, growing, hanging black dick and licked along it, leaning father and farther... the doberman helped, lifting and guiding this fat cock while the pittie hung on to one thigh and his other paw pushed the head of the dobimeat to his wide, powerful snout. With a whine, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth just as wide as that fearsome maw would go, swallowing the half-swollen dogmeat. His tail wagged faster, fanning the floor, as he did something he was uncommonly good at since he was far too young to have been practicing - he opened his throat as wide as his jaw and slipped that thing down, down, down... the doberman let out a low moan and the rate at which he began to get excited spiked. He pushed and pulled the dogs head up and down his slickened shaft, feeling it pulse with his heartbeat. The blue dog, on his knees, murred deep in his chest as he felt the warmth, the heat, and the unberable maleness overwhelm his senses.
"Gnn, dog, damn!" the Doberman grunted, as his dick threatened to sudenly get stuck in his lover's throat... it bloated and was lodging on the pittie's sharp teeth. Gently, gently, they both worked to extract the dog's dick from the other musclestud's mouth; the pittie placed his paws on the thickening trunk and appeared to 'vomit' the doberman's shaft up while the dobi assisted with paws on his head. Once free, the pit bull clasped that doberman's broad head with both paws and made out with the tip, whine/growling and then reaching down to stroke his own, aching erection.
"Fuck, dog, you know your place," the doberman barked, lifting the Pit Bull's lips away from his dick and looking into his lover's eyes. With his pawfingers under the pittie's chin, he guided the dog back to his feet and lowered his lips... their kiss tasted of clean cock, a stud dog's heavy dick and scents and their kiss became a mesh of teeth and fangs and tongues, free cocks jostling as paws slipped, groped, teased, tweaked. In between frantic delvings of tongues and the soft, heavy slap of muscle on muscle, the Pit Bull almost begged: "Baby, baby please, I'm so ready. I am so so ready, baby," again and again and again. The doberman, ready and willing, began pushing the shorter musclestud towards his spare bed, paw cupping around that amazing ass, teasing under his tail which flagged higher, and higher, and higher.
"I think you are, dog," the Doberman growrled inbetween frantic kisses, "but I wanna look you in the face this time." He finished and his lover let out a whine and lowered his ears back on his head, as though dissapointed, and fell backwards onto the bed. It squealed loudly under his weight, and then with every movement...