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Friday evening_**

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Had to haul my ass out of the bed around six in the aft'noon to take a leak.

Been long since I woke up on Griggs' side.

Months?

Yeah, that was back in summer, at the motel. The bed was damn small and we barely fit, and the sheets were fucking pink. I must've woken up back then with my legs hanging off the foot of the bed and with my body twisted to a dozen kinks. Must've been stiff all the way to my ears after that night, and not just in the right place.

This time was nicer for sure.

Griggs was sleeping alright, head pressed down on a paw like a puppy.

Hell, all he missed was one of those blankets pups carry around that smell like their mothers and make them feel safe out in the big bad world. Griggs slept on his side and he had an army blanket around him that I'd borrowed from logistics since I knew there was pretty much nothing left here in this place. There never was an awful lot to begin with anyway. Never a cluttered home. I don't mind some clutter. Makes things feel like home.

Griggs didn't look too bad there as he slept. Good thing he didn't snore like some of the guys at the barracks. Like Shippy who sounds like a fucking Evinrude outboard engine, like the one Pa's old boat used to have. I wondered if that boat was still out there, on Lake Crest. Might be fun to take the old boat out for a spin, even without the engine. Ma' sold it back in '59 when 'Pa kicked the bucket and 'Ma needed the money badly.

Never asked Griggs if he liked the water. Had to try to remember to do that too. I was watching him sleep still. Didn't know if he was dreaming or something, but his ears flicked occasionally, and he made quiet "ruff, ruff" sounds. I wanted to punch his shoulder and tell him to be quiet, but didn't. Better let him sleep now after that car trip. It took ages to get here and it would not make sense to spend it all groggy from lack of rest.

I needed that leak, though. Ma 'n Pa's old bed creaked plenty when I threw my blanket off and sat up. I gave my belly a quick little scratch and reached for the floor to pick up my wrist watch from the pile of clothing where Id' put it.

Five past six pm.

I put my watch down and I got up for good and turned to look at the sleeping doggie still. He made another of those little ruff ruffs and snuffled before rolling to his belly. He was still again and let out a little snort. Griggs even wagged his tail in his sleep. Sure must be sore as hell, that, after my visits there tonight.

Like I told him, I thought as I quietly walked through to the door in the buff and creaked the door open. Didn't wake him up with that either when I went to the kitchen and scratching my ass. Good almighty it felt good to scratch that ass. Hell, went down all the way to my balls as I entered the kitchen and smelled our fuck in the air still.

Couldn't help but feel my sheath twitch a little at the smell of rut and spunk and the sight of that table where I had him good. Goddamn puppy creamed himself without me even touching his cock.

Wonder how he did that, since when I sat on him I really had to paw it off like mad to get my juices going. Maybe it was that fucking knot stuck up my tail or what but it really felt strange, cumming like that. with something stuck up there. Didn't feel bad, though, much better than the first time I ever did it. Didn't cum that time at all.

Better not remember that, I thought as I pushed he back door open and breathed in fresh air. The air really was much better there than back south in the base. It had more smells and it got moisture, and it smelled like nature, not like hot tin roofs and gas and gunpowder and furs who don't bathe. Don't mind 'em a bit musky but that funk is crap.

Most of it is crap for real!

I saw the old outhouse back there thirty yards away. Didn't need to go there for a simple piss. I simply stepped down by the stair, pulled my sheath back and let it go. Sure felt damn good after having that beer in there for a while. It made a nice stream as it splashed against the grey concrete formations. Smelled a bit funky.

I smelled a bit of gun oil and cum too, though, and felt a bit slippery down on my junk still. I wiped it up pretty throughout after I gave Griggs his second load of Stahlman Junior before we finally went to sleep.

I'm a Dobie who keeps his words and I did promise to fuck him before we're asleep. Told him I'm never too tired to mess around and I was true to my words. Even after tasting him good in the kitchen I was ready for more. Only had to grope his ass a little and suck his cock for a minute under the blanket and he gave up his resistance. Had him sitting on it this time while laying on my back and he sat on me face to face with me. I put my paws behind my neck and told Griggs to get busy.

My cock twitched in my paw as I pissed and kept thinking those sweet thoughts. The smell of gun oil was heavy in the air even now, like it was back then when I showed my fingers up that tight little hole. I've no idea how he fits it all in there, must go all the way up to his stomach when I get in all the way. The Dobie butt's nice and tight and he rode me good and I added to the big wad inside his hindquarters where it must've been swarming with my spunk. It really got him off too since once my knot went in he kind of went mad on me, cussed and shook and really grind it like hell until he blasted his spunk all over me. Got some of it on my maw too and licked it up. Never mind the taste, I liked the smell. Reminded me of sex and kept he hot and nice even after busting a nut into Griggs.

I was nice to him and helped him clean up before I put him to bed and pulled the blanket over him and got to sleep by him. Must've slept almost as soon as I hit my head to the mattress.

The beer had been expelled by now. I shook my cock to get the last awkward drops out so that they wouldn't make my sheath itch and then I stretched, feeling pretty good with myself. The short slept had really put me back into business and I felt like I could run laps around the farm or something stupid like that. I scratched my armpits and got some musk on my pads. I smelled nice tonight, like the big top dog that I was.

That's who I am, Brock Stahlman, private, US Army.

I'm the fucking grunt so don't you come mess around with me!

I growled to myself and rubbed my face, smelling some of the musk from my pits.

Couldn't help it that I was feeling a bit horny again. Maybe it was the two-day break in pawing off under the blankets after the evening lights out in the barracks, or simply that someone as big and badass Dobie as I am simply needs to fuck all the time. Who knows, maybe I was turning myself on with my own natural scents...cum, sweat, musk.

The added hint of gun oil reminded me of the best way to relief that need, by showing my thick Dobie dick into Griggs' bent over ass. I couldn't believe he almost didn't bat an eye when I pushed him onto his belly and mounted him good. I'd never call him a bitch, though. I might ride him hard but I can't handle a bitch. I qon't have that.

I know he wants it and I want to hear him say it, but I don't want no broken bitch. Griggs ain't a bitch, he's a big doggie like me with a taste for cock. He's a good man and he ain't weak for liking a cock better than a pussy.

Fuck I ain't no bitch because I must have some taste for cock too or I wouldn't even want to shove it up Griggs' tail. Could shove it up a bitches' ass if I wanted to get off like that. No, just like it that way better. Need someone who can take it, and Griggs has the ass for it. He won't complain, and I have none either.

That's why I asked him to come here, I thought when I rubbed my belly and thighs to keep my blood flowing and padded over back to the house. It was nice and cool in the kitchen and it was even nicer to get the fridge open and fetch a beer. Sure liked hearing that click of a cap being taken off as I chucked it off on the edge of the kitchen counter and sipped. The beer foamed a little over my paw and I cursed and licked it up from my fingers. I took a really good sip and let it go down deep and then belched a little when the air came up.

Had to have Griggs for myself and didn't want to spend the four days fucking in a fucking motel in the middle of nowhere. How long can you even stay in one without it looking like weird?

I didn't want anyone coming after me asking if I was queer and hid some guy in my room. I ain't one of those sad faggots. They ain't proper people somehow those kind they warn you about. Gonna do something to your head and get you drunk and do things to you that you don't want.

I took another sip of my beer and entered the living room. It was damp there and I thought that a nice little fire might warm it up and make it all cozy for the night. I'd have to climb up to the roof and check the chimney though first. Maybe I'd do it, I thought when I stepped over to the bedroom door and pushed it open.

Griggs was just where I wanted him to be. I stood there on the doorway for a little while and took a sip of my beer and rubbed my sheath and watched him sleep. He looked damn good there I must admit, all slumped on his belly and with his big paws splayed out behind him and making him look like some giant or something. I could count the big round pads on his hinds paws and I wondered if he was ticklish there.

Weird that I'd have him twisted in every position and fucked him on his belly and on his paws and on his back and I never really looked at those hind paws before. I've touched every part of that big Dobie's thick body and I know it well. I've marked it with my scent, with my touch and my spunk and even with my piss. He knows that he ain't the only one with rights to that body now. I've put my part inside him, I've shot my cum in there and that makes part of him mine.

I decided not to tickle the Dobie and instead walked closer, cock and beer in paws. I stood next to him now, looking down at the lump of soldier on my parents' old squeaky bed.

I grabbed his blanket and pulled it away and threw it over to the other side of the bed, leaving him bare. Damn he looked even better now, all dark brown fur that I knew to be shiny in the right light, with a nice light patch covering the insides of his big thighs and a splotch on his ass. That ass was right in the display there and the sight of my favorite grind spot didn't help my arousal at all. I now had a good hard-on going and it throbbed nicely and jumped and grew some more still. My cock did feel a bit sore after all the recent use but still, it was a good pain, brought by rutting and nothing more. I could handle that like I could handle anything, fuck it!

The cool must have gotten to him because Griggs started to stir after losing his warm blanket. His ears flicked and his tail did the same, and I heard him mumble something against the mattress. Could see his shoulders flexing as he made some sleepy moves. It was pretty fun to watch him like that, probably not really knowing where he was. He did turn around though, rolling to his back again. A thick whiff of musk came over to my nose as he did because he still had some cum stains on his belly furs. It made my cock throb nicely.

I grinned.

"Hello, there, Griggs," I greeted him with my best smile as I stood there, legs wide so that he could see how motherfucking big I was all over. Not forgetting my cock too that was big and hard and stood up towards my muzzle and I had my paw wrapped around it.

He turned his big head and looked at me, cock, beer, smile and all.

"What time is it?" the big wuff asked me groggily and yawned and rubbed his face with a big paw.

"Maybe ten past six," I told him, "we've slept about seven hours, give or take."

He yawned even more and showed some more teeth before letting his paw slump down to his side as he looked at me with a sort of a feigned disinterested look. I saw his eyes jump between my own face and my junk and he snuffled.

"Been walking around naked?" Griggs asked me.

"Yeah, why not?" I told him before swigging on my beer while giving my cock a nice squeeze for him to see.

I looked down to the still sleepy dog and winked.

"You want a drink from one of these?" I asked him, waving first the beer bottle and then my cock, pushing it down a bit so that he could really see the whopper between my legs, knot and all.

Griggs flicked an ear at me and snorted the way he always does when I say something really cracking to him.

"I'm not into any of that stuff, you know it, Brock," he huffed. "That one time back in that motel was enough. You're not getting any of your piss on me again."

He folded his arms over his chest and glared at me. It looked pretty fun and so I laughed.

"Stupid wuff," I smirked.

I let my cock go free now and it smacked against my firm belly nicely, and was left there unattended for now.

"Wasn't meaning to hose you down again, wuff, even if it was pretty hot to watch. Not gonna make you drink it either...why...,"...I pouted a little, really pushing my lips out, "I was just trying to offer you another taste at something you like..."

I moved my paw slowly and squeezed the tip of my cock with a couple of padded fingertips. My cock throbbed and a little bit of pre was squeezed out and onto my pads. I rubbed that small amount of sticky stuff between my pads and grinned as the scent hit my nose.

I bet he was feeling it a bit to since his sheath definitely looked bigger than just normal, like in the showers. I always remembered to get a nice look when we were there since you never knew when there'd be a chance to sample that sight again. Have to keep the memory fresh.

"Well maybe I'd wanted to sleep a little bit longer before sucking your cock, Brock," he said with some weight on my name, and I grinned and grunted while flashing him my teeth.

"At least you admit it!" I yelped at him, puffing out my chest a little and flexing my cock with those odd muscles you've got down there that work for just that purpose. I'd really been giving them a proper workout recently, too, with all the fucking. Have to keep in prime shape for being a prime doggie.

Griggs huffed and rolled his eyes.

"You've sucked mine too, remember?"

He waved a paw at his downstairs area as if to remind me where his cock was located.

I snorted.

"It wasn't too grand to do. Tastes weird and feels like having a huge sausage down your throat."

The Dobie cocked his head at me and gave me a dirty look.

"Do you think your ASS didn't taste weird when you shoved it to my muzzle, Brock?"

That gave me a little pause, to be honest. It felt fucking great when Griggs had licked me under my tail. Like ticklish and on fire at the same time. Not sure if that place was meant to feel that good. It wasn't too bad to do it to him too, once, when he really seemed to be into it. So, he really shouldn't be complaining about that either, I know it's not a chore. I've done it, and plenty of other stuff that Griggs keeps doing to me. He ain't nothing to complain about and if he does, he's a liar.

"Well if you'd rather have some doggie beef...," I smirked, shifting a little so that I could show him my hip and my left rump cheek.

I gave my ass a small tap with my paw for emphasis and flicked my tail so that he'd really get those eyes fixed on my big rump. Hell, his tongue under my tail might be even more fun than a bit of head in the evening. Didn't mind either way now when being this horny.

His cock definitely jumped now as I let his eyes feast on my shoulder and arm and rump and thigh. Ain't nothing small on this Dobie and I showed him all that was on the offer, ripe for picking up when he had the itch in the right place.

"Now, now, is that an offer to ask you to come and sit on my lap?" that shit-muzzled Dobie replied to me and flexed his hips up a bit as if he was fucking the goddamned air with his slightly stiff cock that was still hidden inside his sheath.

I swigged the last of my beer, belched and put the bottle down to the floor before I stood there right on full in his view, crossing my arms over my chest and puffing it up along with my shoulders and with my legs all wide and everything so that he could see it all. I wanted him to see it all.

Don't mess around me, my posture said even if I didn't have my teeth bared.

"You remember what I've told you, Jack," I began, remembering to use his name to really get the thick-headed grunt's attention.

"This beef's only up when I tell you I want it, and that ain't now, wuff."

Griggs shook his head and snuffled.

"Thought it'd be a fair game...you've done me twice, maybe it's MY turn now to have some fun."

My eyes flashed now at the defiant Dobie and now I showed his half an inch of my teeth between my lips.

"You didn't exactly look like you weren't having fun when I cornholed you good, Jack."

I jumped my cock again.

The Dobie sighed and rubbed the side of his head with one of those big paws.

"Maybe I did. But I have a cock, too, and I'd like to put it up somewhere nice and warm every now and then," he spoke, still looking at me.

I must admit that I liked that look on him. Griggs looked confident and ever much the soldier he was, even if he was lying on a bed with his ass still tender from two rounds of good and soreness-making tail fucking within the space of two hours. And yet he was as confident as ever, nothing like a complaining bitch. Can't stand a bitch.

Griggs ain't a bitch but I ain't sure about what he was talking either. Didn't really want to wag my tail and give it up for him even if I can't deny it wasn't okay. Guess I could do it one day, when I'm in the mood. Not now though I wasn't, t'wasn't something for every day for me. Don't know how it made me feel. Griggs ain't small either.

I had to get those thoughts out of me. I was horny and I wanted to play with my doggie a little.

He didn't know what struck him before I was on the bed again. I landed with a big squeak and straight on the Dobie. Griggs jumped and grunted but there was nought he could do before he was pinned down. I sat on him, pinning his legs down with my ass and thighs. My paws struck his thighs and pressed down hard. I let him see my teeth. He pushed his paws on my wrists.

"Hey, get off me!" he grumbled.

"No, wuff," I told him, kneading those thick hips.

He's so damn big and strong here, too. Like on the other side, with his big and nice ass.

He was getting hard now, despite his complaints. His eyes watched my cock bob in front of me and I saw how his sheath pulled back and his cocktip came out, throbbing and growing again.

"Looks like you're getting off pretty well, Jack," I smirked at the sight of his growing cock.

"You're crushing me," he snorted and tried to pull my paws off him.

I sat still and snuffled and bared my teeth more.

"I'm not even sitting on you, wuff," I reminded him.

I wasn't lying to my doggie. My ass was on the mattress, I simply had my legs hooked over his so that my weight was on him just as much as I needed to keep him where I wanted.

I saw him submit within moments. His ears went flat, and the grip of his paws became lighter. He looks so damn good like that, those defiant eyes remaining, but his body speaks different things. Damn good he ain't going all slutty with me. That'd make my blood freeze over.

He's mine now.

We sat there for a while, looking at each other. I kept smiling and he just...well, that was a face. He wasn't smiling, he wasn't scowling. He just looked at me and my big bouncy, juicy cock. His own was flat against his belly. It had a slightly more curve to it, more than mine, I think. Don't know if I compared them before, properly.

"You're packing some good stuff there, wuffy," I smirked and tipped my nose to gesture at his junk.

"You want to taste it, you're welcome," the Dobie smirked.

I groped his thigh and snuffled.

"Maybe later," I huffed, and tugged my paw free from his grasp.

I caught his cock just below the tip and pulled on it until that slab of meat stood straight up before I released it. Griggs snorted as his flesh hit flesh with a loud smack. That was a hot sound. My own cock jumped for the sight, too.

"How big is it anyway?" I asked.

My paw had wandered over to my own cock and I caught myself into my fist and gave it a good squeeze while Griggs watched with feigned disinterest.

"Dunno," the Dobie snorted.

"Lies," I swatted the side of his rump with my paw.

"Hey!"

"Lies. Every guy knows how big their cock is!"

I pulled a rough fingerpad over his length, from knot to tip, and growled.

"I bet you took a ruler out and measured it...I sure did...," I grumbled, massaging circles around that blunt tip with my fingertip.

I felt that slick stuff appear and smear over the tip.

Griggs breathed heavily and his cock flexed.

"Shy wuff," I grinned while I mirrored that earlier move on my own cock. "Mine's almost eight inches when it's stiff. Maybe it'll squeeze up to full eight when I'm really worked up."

My cock throbbed hard and I wondered if this was one of those times right now. It really felt as stiff as a gun barrel.

"Your turn now, wuff...the time of truth, Jack," I crooned at him toothily.

"Give up, Brock...," the Dobie replied and flexed his hips as if trying to uproot me from my seat.

I didn't budge.

"No. Tell me."

"You don't need to know the size of my cock, Brock."

I winked.

"I'll suck you off if you tell."

Griggs froze when he heard those words pass my lips. His ears flattened. His chest heaved as he breathed heavily. I must've caught the right nerve because he was so riled up within moments. His cock started to leak, too, and he was making a goddamn small puddle down there on his belly button from all he was oozing with each throb of that doggie bone.

"You would?" he spoke in a low, growled voice.

I showed him that I was ready to keep my words. I tipped my head down and held my breath. I leaned down really slowly with my eyes on him all the time so that he knew who he was dealing with when I let my tongue hang out and ran it quickly along his meat.

Griggs fucking BARKED as I slurped over his cock. He almost jumped out of his furs it felt. I had to push at his belly with my paws to keep him steady.

"I'm a man of my word, Jack...just the truth...," I spoke in a soft hiss.

"Fuck, Brock...," the Dobie grunted.

His paws were clenched into fists as he glared at me with those really intent eyes. I knew I had him now.

"Maybe later I will," I winked.

The Dobie snorted at me and slumped back on the bed, his paws still on his sides.

"Okay then. It's eight and one fourth of an inch," he snuffled. "Happy now?"

I gave the side of that meat a prod with my fingerpad and grinned.

Griggs yelped.

"Big puppy packs a lot, then," I told him.

Didn't have to think weird about the puppy packing more on his meat than I did. It's not in the size but how you use it. I'm still bigger than him in all respects, heavier and stronger. There's no mistaking who's the boss here, and we both knew it. T'was also goddamn much fun to remind him of it.

"Yeah, maybe I do," the Dobie smirked and pulled his arms up so that his head rested on them, and he was the perfect image of a lazy ass wuff.

His cock flopped over his belly heavily and throbbed like mad still.

My grin only got wider when he spoke.

"Well, now that's done and you've also gotten me hard and wet, so maybe you should check your promise and get bobbing," Griggs muttered, giving me that look again.

It was a fucking good look on his eyes, that. Reminded me of how he looked when I teased him back in the laundry barracks on that day when we first fucked behind the gym. It was an odd combination of anger and nerves and just plain cheek.

I kept that look in my eyes when I leaned down again and ran my tongue over his cock. Griggs tasted a bit salty now, like I remembered him to be. All fleshly and wet and smooth under my tongue and nothing too bad I guess. It jerked and even fucking slapped against my nose! He sure was strong down there as well, I had to think once I reached his knot and gave it a slurping all around that bulb of flesh until it must've glistened with spit.

Then I nipped the mussed up fuzzy skin of his sheath, now pulled back down below his knot to bare all of his dogmeat for everyone to see.

Then I just huffed and sat up and poised my paws on his hips and looked at him.

"There we go," I grinned.

Griggs' ears went fully down and he looked at me with a scowl now forming on his face.

"That doesn't constitute a full blowjob, Brock," he spoke to me.

I think he was getting annoyed and riled up with having his cock so hard and no relief for it yet.

Wasn't gonna give him more of that stuff now. Better give him that little reminder. Didn't mean I wasn't gonna keep up my promise for him, but wasn't in the mood now for more hide the sausage involving my person. Gotta be in the right mood for that and I wasn't. Simple things.

"I didn't say you could cash in on your reward immediately, wuff," I told him, digging my fingers into his hips firmly.

Could feel everything rippling down there when he tensed from nerves and the growl rising from his chest.

"What the hell, Brock?" he snorted and reached for my paws with his own.

I was faster than Griggs even if I'm such a big grunt. T'was easy to catch his paws and hold them mid-air, not letting him move. I was still firmly planted on top of him and there was no way he was pushing me off him. I showed him my teeth and growled deeply.

"You heard me. You'll get it eventually, but now, I want to do something else."

The Dobie snorted and pulled on my paws in an attempt to free his. It wasn't going anywhere soon.

"My ass feels like you shoved a baseball bat in there, so if you're planning on getting some, forget it. I'm not in the mood."

"That boner speaks otherwise," I grinned at his huge hard-on.

"Well maybe I was expecting something I didn't end up getting!" the Dobie complained.

Gotta like that face.

"I'm all thinking about your pleasure with my intentions, wuff, don't you worry," I squeezed his wrists.

"So get into it then! Do what you promised."

"That's now what I want, wuff," I reminded him firmly.

"So what?"

"I want you to paw off."

Griggs grunted.

"Piss off, Brock, or stop messing around with me. Either you suck my cock, or do something else for me since you sounded so keen to the it before, or let me sleep, or maybe fix me dinner, would you? I'm fucking starving."

"I'll cook wieners when you're done," I winked.

My thumbs rubbed against Griggs' wrists slowly. His eyes flickered over to me again, ever so defiant. Goddamn he was a tough puppy. Just the way I liked to keep him.

"Why the hell would you want to see me paw it off?" he questioned me with a puzzled look.

"Because I want you to, Jack."

T'was as good as reason as any. T'was why I did everything with I did with Griggs. I didn't need any other reason and neither should he if he wanted to keep doing this.

I slowly pressed his paws down over his belly and released them before splaying my own paws over his thighs. Liked them there. Can feel him up good when my paws were there. Then I just watched him, letting him watch me back and see all of me. My cock still stood proud and hard and hot and in his plain view. It was putting out a scent of sex, and Griggs' own mixed with it into a heady musk. I sniffed the air and grinned. I knew he was feeling it too.

"You're seriously going to pay me for this, Brock," the Dobie spoke in a rumble, sighed and grabbed his cock with one paw.

For a little while looked almost resigned and didn't meet my gaze when he gave his cock some half-hearted tugs to spread his juice over the red shaft. I just kept watching him doing what he did and enjoyed the show. My own cock throbbed nicely and felt good but I didn't really care to do anything about it yet. I could have my own share later.

He began to paw off very slowly at first, making slow, slurping strokes over the length of his big doggie puppy maker. Certainly wasn't my first time watching it happen, but it was still damn nice a sight, that meat being slowly worked over by the Dobie himself. He wasn't hurrying at it either. I wondered if he was feeling sore or something after cumming twice so little while back, or maybe he just wanted to show off. Whatever it was, it was fun to keep my eyes on that seesawing motion of his lightly clasped big paw.

"That's it...like clockwork it goes, Griggs," I grinned at him, snuffling in the scent of his arousal.

"Aren't you going to at least join me, Brock?" the Dobie snorted at me while not breaking his pace.

"Nah, I think I prefer to keep it this way," I flicked a paw at my doggie pride and tilted my head and flicked an ear at him.

My cock kept jumping up and down a little along to the beat of my heart and the flexing of my ass muscles as I sat on top of him. It felt good like that, untouched by anything but the cool and musky air of the bedroom. T'wasn't any of that old smell of damp, just the smell of two sweaty Dobies and our sexing up.

"Suit yourself. It's your blue balls," Griggs shrugged while he kept fapping slowly.

"I'll give you all the cream in them eventually, I won't have the time to get any grief for it, wuff," I shook my head at him and watched.

Griggs kept going on his jerking off and added another paw. He had a nice technique, too, rubbing his balls together inside his sac with them cupped in his palm. He rolled them around in that palm and kept that hefty sac tightly in his paw. It looked pretty hot, that, and I felt my cock spit a bit of that slick juice out. He seemed to be really into his balls, too, since his breaths were getting faster.

It was damn hot watching Griggs going at himself. It was almost better than watching him pinned down under me with my cock going in and out of his tight little tailhole. Maybe there was something especially horny about watching him doing it all to himself, but not because he wanted it especially himself, but because I told him to do it, and he did. He still wasn't taking any hurry with his business either.

"You do it this long under your blanket too, Jack?" I teased the Dobie.

I rubbed my paws slowly up and down his thighs all the way to his knees, where my own hefty thighs pressed down onto his legs. Even if I wasn't doing anything hot for Griggs, I wanted to keep touching. There was too much of him there out in plain sight that I'd care to not to touch him, anyway. Had to get all I got. He felt great, too. All firmness and tension and strength in the right places and for the right things. He was working to make himself nut, after all, and that's the best thing a doggie can achieve in this damn world.

He gave me a wonderfully dirty look and flat ears.

"Do you claim you don't take your time when you can?"

"Of course I do! Feels so much fucking better after you really get worked up, right?"

He shook his head.

"Do you ever think anything besides sex, Brock?" the pawing off Dobie asked me.

I blew him a kiss, really smacking my lips and all. I bet he blushed for that.

"Sometimes, big boy, sometimes. Now, keep going, you, and I'll make you dinner like I promised once I see some spunk."

He didn't talk any more to me but simply kept going up and down his cock. It was still drooling the sticky juice in great amounts and his paw must've been all wet with the stuff already. At least it sounded the sort since he was making all sorts of slurping and splorting sounds as he kept pawing off that big cock. He sure didn't need any gun oil or even spit to keep going all smoothly on his junk.

I saw it in his eyes first, that coming burn. His paw let go of his balls and went around his knot and took a hold of it firmly. I knew he was going to blow it soon, so I let him see my best grin and teased him a little by playing with my own cock a little as he watched. His eyes were only half open and his body was all tense, all the way. It made me wonder whether he curled his toes when he cummed...wasn't intending to investigate now though, there were better things to watch, like the almost grimace-like expression on his face when he was getting close.

Griggs bit down his teeth when he blew his nut all over his chest. Fuck, he might've cummed twice already today but that didn't stop him from shooting thick globs of the sweet-smelling stuff all the way up to his big nipples. A little bit landed near one while the Dobie simply kept grunting and squeezing out his nut from himself. It was damn fucking great. My own balls tingled as I watched and for a tiny moment I thought if I'd actually cum right there and there, but it eventually passed, though I was left with a painfully hard boner standing up from my groin.

I watched Griggs panting and writhing there for quite a while as he finished his pleasure and then let go of his cock. His paws fell to the sides as the sweaty Dobie just laid there and kept breathing raggedly. Otherwise he was quiet.

"Damn, Griggs," I told him and lifted a paw to prod a finger over his chest, near that glob of stickiness he had just made. "You're a machine."

"Geez, thanks, Stahlman," he snorted and flopped down to his back fully, relaxing in his post-nutting glory.

Wasn't going to let him rest too long, though.

My paws grabbed his shoulders as I leaned over him. I needed leverage for what I was planning to do. I wanted to be nice for my Griggs and help him clean up. No way better to do that than by the practical lap lap lap action.

Griggs growled and cussed when I went to town on him. I made my tongue into a scoop and licked up those globs from his belly and chest. I went over his junk too, cleaning that big doggie sausage good.

It must've tickled him since he kept grunting and growling all the way while I kept going at him. At some point his paws appeared and grabbed a hold of my sides. His grip was strong even now that his nuts were drained all over his chest while I huffed and snorted and went all over him. I got plenty of his sticky stuff into my maw and let it stay in there, under my tongue so that it was kept in safe. He went a bit cussy again when I licked over his right nipple to get that last glob from there when I was done.

I nudged his chin with mine to get his attention and then I grinned.

Cum mixed with my spit dripped down between my front teeth and over Griggs' nose and face and lips. It went down on him like big drops. He snorted when that big glob hit his nosepad. Those paws on my sides gripped harder when he felt more drops on his face. Griggs opened his maw to complain and that was my cue to go in for the kill.

We've kissed like this before, but this must've been the sloppiest so far. My tongue pushed deep into his maw and brought him a nice sticky present along. He made a sound but my lips kept it back. His tongue trashed in his maw and brushed mine, and it easily became a battle of tongues when we kept going at it. We traded spit and Griggs' cum and my cock throbbing between our now mashed together bellies began to feel hotter and hotter. For a while I thought asking him to maybe give it some head, but my belly grumbled loudly and reminded me that I too was starting to get really hungry.

I left Griggs' lips with a lick over them and flopped to my back next to him, breathing heavily. I was all loaded and ready and I had the Dobie's cum in my maw. I must've had a terrible dog breath by then. I didn't mind it though. I'd had a little bit of Griggs in me now, and it was fine. Give and take, after all, was how it's meant to be. Griggs deserves all he gets, so maybe I deserve a little bit as well. Even if it isn't too grand.

I gave the woozy Dobie a look and grinned and nudged his shoulder with my knuckle.

"Now...time for kitchen duty," I winked at the crashed Dobie. "You want potatoes with your wieners?"

Griggs grumbled something incoherent and closed his eyes.

Damn that looked nice.

"Alright," I sighed deeply and hauled myself up from the bed again. "Five minutes, Griggs."

"Nhhhhhhhh"

I shook my head and began to search the floor for my relatively clean boxers.

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