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Hey everyone, inspiration struck me again and I wrote another story on the young lupo italiano, I'm thinking of making a series on Luca's daily life in Roma. All the places are based on existing ones and alle the characters and events are fictional, and don't forget to leave a comment, a fave or a vote if you liked the story :-) Once again I thank Gritou for the help and support he always gives me.

"... with the extreme differences in temperatures , like the snowfall we had here in Roma last month, cracks in buildings can appear with more facility than with optimal weather conditions. It has been developed a new amalgam of ...."

Luca couldn't hold a yawn, so he chose to hide it with pretending to be searching for something in his work bag. The subject of the lesson was interesting, and Professor De Angelis could be quite captivating in his explanations, but if there was a downside of being his assistant it surely was hearing this very lessons at least two times a year, and helping the professor in searching and preparing for it. Listening for the umpteenth time what kind of amalgam had to be used wasn't the best thing a lupo could ask after a late night doing heavy duty sex.

The dog wondered where Stanley could be, probably on his way to Minnesota and his work; it was a pity the lynx couldn't remain longer than a week-end in the Eternal City, but at least they had enjoyed two great nights together. He just hoped that his part-time job at Figli di Orazio could be always that pleasurable, but he had learned to accept the status quo a long time ago; now he only wished to this lesson to be finished and go back to his work on the restoration of that little chapel in Santa Maria in Trastevere.

His idle thoughts were interrupted by a nudge in his ribs, which had the side effect of moving his tail and reawaking the soreness in his back. He glared at the author of this unforgivable act, who was smiling next to him and pointing to a little piece of paper in front of the young dog; rolling his eyes, Luca took it and unfold it so he could read the message scribbled on it: "Had fun during the week-end?"

"What are you, Alessandro, fifteen years old to still pass notes during a lesson?" was his whispered reply.

The rottweiller just smiled, wrote something on another paper and handed it to Luca; this time the message was a little longer: "You look bored, so I thought to give you a little distraction".

"Thank you, but I don't need any distraction" the lupo said with a little growl, "and we can't have a conversation via pieces of papers; besides the lesson is almost over."

" ... As my assistant has just reminded me, this is all for today's lecture. Who wants to talk to me can ...."

The rest of the phrase was drowned by the noise of students rising, taking their bags, talking and doing all the sounds associated with a mass of young people getting ready to leave the place of their two hours educational torment. Some approached the professor so they could ask him something, but luckily none went toward the two assistants and Luca blushing and ear-flicking passed unnoticed; he looked at his friend with a grim expression.

"It's all your fault, you could have used the papers" the other dog simply responded, shrugging his shoulders.

"Whatever" Luca said, resigned to the rottie's attitude "let's go and see if the professor wants anything from us, then we can go to the chapel".

"Don't you remember? They are holding that ceremony today, so we have a free day!" Alessandro said, wagging his uncropped tail and moving his triangular ears on his head at the mere idea of some free time.

The lupo stayed in silence for a few seconds before realizing the dog was right:" How could I forget that! It was something about a visiting bishop."

"Cardinal" corrected the black canine, "look, the students have released the prof!"

They went to meet the badger, who was now stepping down from the podium with his bag in one paw. His bespectacled eyes were full of merriment when he jokingly scolded his two assistants.

"You two know that you can talk during my lecture, but next time don't make such a commotion out of it, especially you Luca!"

The rottie played along with the joke, flatting his ears and putting his tail between his legs, but the lupo's cheeks and ears turned slightly red for the embarrassment.

"We won't do it again, professore." he said bashfully. "There is anything you need from us? Some essays to review, research to do...."

"No, that's all for today, you can go and do whatever you youngsters do!" The professor answered with a fatherly smile on his muzzle.

"Thank you sir. See you tomorrow" Luca said politely.

"Have a good evening prof!" was the salutation from the other assistant, and then they were both out of the class. The rottie didn't miss the chance of them being alone and immediately asked while walking along the corridor: "So, what did you do Saturday and Sunday? You didn't come back to our apartment, and you didn't take the car so it means you went in Centro."

"I had some work from the agency, remember?" The lupo responded, annoyed by the insistence of his roommate. "Look Ale, can I tell you at lunch? I'm hungry!"

"You know that it's only twelve o'clock? And I guess I have to give you a ride, since you came here with the bus!" Ale said, covering his eyes from the sun when they came out of the Faculty of Architecture.

"Of course you'll give me a ride; you're my best friend and roommate! Where do you parked, in the usual spot near the Galleria? "

"What if I don't have a spare helmet?" the black canine quietly said, his fake seriousness melting away before the glare of the other male "I have one, don't worry, I couldn't leave you in the clutches of the public transportation system! And yes, the old beast is parked there, as you might see if you weren't blinded by your hunger. So, kebab here we come!"

"No, not again the one at the Auditorium!" Luca shivered at the idea of eating kebab for the fifth time in two weeks.

"What, it's delicious, on our way home and I'm driving so I decide !" the dog said, paws on his hips and chin lifted a little, as to inspire an air of leadership.

"Okay, okay, Auditorium it is! Just, stop doing that stupid pose!"

***** *****

It didn't take long for them to arrive to their destination from the Galleria Nazionale di Arte Moderna, but Luca quickly regretted that they were on a motorcycle. It was the quickest way to move in the roman traffic, but the modest suspensions of the transport didn't stop his passengers to jump at each and every hole in the street, which caused jolts of pain to radiate from the sore butt to the brain of the poor lupo. Needless to say, there were many holes in Roma's streets and although Ale was a good driver it was impossible for him to avoid all of them. When he descended he couldn't stop a little whimper, something which was noticed by the keen hearing of the rottie.

"I know it can be a pretty rough ride" he said while he put the two helmets in their places "but you endured worst! Why that whine?"

"It's related to my week-end." Luca simply put.

"Oooh, so you got lucky!" the rottie said with a smirk.

"Yes. Can I tell you once we're seated?"

"All right, just keep the naughty parts out of your tale, I don't wanna know what kind of fun you had!"

Luca didn't point out that his friend already had a hint on what he had done and just followed him toward the kiosk in front of the Auditorium; that gave him the opportunity to look at the strange buildings which formed the Parco della Musica complex, three scarab shaped domes of different size arranged around an amphitheater-like entrance. He wasn't much into modern architecture, but he admitted that Renzo Piano did a good work with that.

"You take a table, I buy the kebabs. Piatto or panino for you?" Ale asked when they got to the kiosk.

Luca gave his order as he searched an empty table: "I prefer piatto; it's much less messy than panino. Remember, no onions for me!"

"As if someone is going to kiss you soon!" his roommate winked.

The search for a place to sit didn't take long since the nearby high school hadn't released its mass of hungry teenagers yet and it was too early for the lunch break of the offices. He chose a table under an oak so that they could appreciate its shadow while eating. It was a really pleasant day, not a cloud in the sky and not too much hot, and from his seated point of view he could watch a couple of swallows doing their acrobatics in the air. He wondered again if Stanley was already arrived, then shook his head at his own silly thought; he knew from the start that nothing permanent would have come from this two night stands, they lived in two different countries and they won't see each other again.

His thoughts were interrupted by a kebab-bringing rottweiller, who put one of the two plates in front of him along with a bottle of mineral water.

"It will be 6 euro e 50." Alessandro said while sitting on the chair in front of the lupo.

"What, aren't you paying for me?"

"Yeah, in your dreams." The black dog replied, extending one paw toward his friend, who fished his wallet out from his pocket and handed the money to his creditor. "Thank you. So, where did you meet the fortunate fur who buried his bone in you?"

The blunt question made the lupo flick his tall ears and almost choke on the morsel of meat, tomatoes and Arab bread; he prevented that by drinking some water, and then proceeded to scold the fur with a shit-eating grin in front of him.

"Are you nuts? I told you many times to be more discreet about my sexual life when in public!"

"You are afraid of homophobes? You know that you're not a sissy, and no one mess with a mean rottie like me!" He said, giving Luca one of his meanest glares as a demonstration.

"It's not that! I don't want to advertise what I do in my free time."

"Yeah, because you're so shy about it," Ale replied, waving off the reply with one paw. "So, you didn't answer my question."

"I met him during work" Luca said between bites of kebab, "he was my client for this week-end."

"Didn't you have a rule about not sleeping with the clients? Or maybe your agency offers that kind of service ..." the rottie's lewd smile was almost unbearable.

"No and no, and even if there was a rule I wasn't on duty when, you know...."

"He fucked you." The black canine ended the statement for his friend, gaining another glare. "So, what's his name? What is he like? Where is he from? Are you going to see him again?"

"His name is Stanley; he's from the States, Minnesota to be exact. He is a lynx about your height, and no I'm not going to see him again since he departed this morning." Luca answered with calm, not forgetting to eat his lunch.

"So it was only a fuck?" Alessandro said with a disapproving expression.

"As if you didn't do that with girls" the lupo retorted, transforming the disapproval in embarrassment. Seeing his friend with his ears against his head in shame, he softened a little. "Look Ale, those two nights were all I could have, we live in different continents and barely know each other, so we skipped all the dating part. Although our walks in Roma could count as dates".

The other canine's ears return to normal, though some guilt lingered in his brown eyes. "I'm sorry if I sound judgmental, it seemed so out of character that you did something like that."

"At least now you understand. Not like I wouldn't mind dating him, he is so funny and witty and gorgeous..."

A piece of lettuce stopped his list of the lynx's merits. "That's enough, please don't go any further!"

"Don't waist food, you moron!" Luca said with fake anger. "And it better has not stained my shirt, Alessandro!"

"Yeah, yeah, as if you can't manage to wash every type of stain!" the rottie chuckled.

"So, since you don't want more details, what have you done during the week-end?" The lupo asked, hoping that he could manage to finish his lunch while his friend was narrating his adventures.

"Well, I went to that Irish pub in San Lorenzo and there...."

***** *****

They were having an espresso when the peace was broken by a crowd of noisy teenagers, so they rose from their seats and headed to where the motorcycle was parked.

"So Luca, do you want to go somewhere or are you just happy to go home?" The black canine said, stretching his arms and neck.

It didn't take much for the lupo to answer: "I hadn't been home for the entire week-end, so I prefer the couch potato option!"

The choice was met with glee and wagging by his roommate "Yay, an afternoon of TV and videogames! Let's restart Assassin's Creed Brotherhood in English!"

"Why do you want to do that?" The taller canine asked a little perplexed.

"Because" Alessandro explained with smiling eyes "we can make fun of their strange accents while we point out all the errors about the architecture!"

"Again, why do you want to do that? It's just a game, it doesn't have to be 100% exact!"

The rottweiller looked at him and began to walk on the zebra crossing. "The developers called for it, they should have made more resea-"

"Attento!" The quick warning and a paw grabbing his shoulder was all that prevented a honking Smart car to run over the rottie.

"Ah pezzo di merda! Guarda dove cazzo guidi!" was the understandable outburst form him, while his savior's reaction was only a bit more controlled.

"They shouldn't give the driving license to certain people! Come on Ale, don't think about that jerk".

"Yeah, you're right".

***** *****

The trip to their shared house was blessedly uneventful, and Ale's mood returned as merry as before. They drove in the northern neighborhoods of the capital and soon arrived in the street guarded by tall maritime pines where their house was.

"I park the motorcycle; you can wait me in the entrance hall." The rottie said to his dismounting passenger.

"As always. Don't take too long, I need a shower!" Luca yelled over the noise before heading to the front door of the building. He checked the mail box while he took out his keys and then opened the door, letting the coolness of the hall embraced him.

He was still enjoying the cool sensation when he saw in the corner of his eye a short pink figure going toward him.

"Good day Signora Bianchini" he greeted the elderly figure.

"Ah Signor Rienzi, I was searching for you. Do you know what has Desalvo done?" She asked, her fur rising for the outrage.

He sighed mentally and wished for his friend to be quick. "No, what has he done now?"

"He parked his car in that way again! How can I reach my plants? We most talk about it in the next condominium reunion!" the angry fox lady responded.

"I'm only a tenant, I can't do much at the condominium reunion and-"

"You can always support me" the diminutive figure replied, towering above him from her putative moral ground.

"You know that it's his parking lot, signora, and he has the right to park there. You can transfer your plants from the garage to your balcony" he tried to instill some sense, something he knew was impossible when this old neighbor was involved.

"But I live in this palazzo from before he moved here, and my plants have always been there! You can't side with him, young man!"

Luca began to flick his ears with high speed, his brain trying to find an escape from the clutches of the rabid fox. Help arrived in the form of a smiling dog.

"Good day signora Bianchini, I thought I heard your lovely voice in the garage. By the way, I saw Desalvo in there, looking toward your plants grimly."

With a cried "My plants!" the pink wearing fox hurried toward the door leading to the garage.

"You are my savior Ale!" Luca said, opening the elevator door for the other canine.

"I owed you one after before" he simply shrugged the compliment off.

***** *****

The hot water welcomed Luca, pleasant after half a day sweating inside a classroom. He really didn't need it, he thought, he had one this morning in Stanley hotel before they bade goodbye, but it always felt nice to take a shower once he got home. Thinking of Stanley lead to thoughts about what they have done together, causing a natural reaction from his cock.

He tried to suppress the memories, but that produced the opposite effect and the swelling increased, his red member beginning to poke out of his sheath while an itch appeared under his tail despite all the soreness. He gave up, grabbing his bone with one paw and going to his butt with the other.

He began to stroke his cock to coerce it out of his sheath as the other paw touched his tailhole and began to make circles on it with one finger. He was so relaxed that the tip of the finger was almost instantly caught by the eager hole, making him moan and buck in his paw.

Not stopping his stroking, he slowly made his way inside himself, his finger became Stanley's in his mind. It got past the ring shaped muscle and curled a little so to hit the prostate better, something he had learned from past experience; he didn't miss, and waves of pleasure washed upon his body.

Luca's finger continue his way inside the tailhole until it was firmly hilted in it, and then began to explore the inside probing, moving around, pushing against the nut-shaped gland, while the lupo was lost in his recollections of a feline finger doing the same. When he felt accustomed to the intruder he took it out and added another, letting the couple enter in his most treasured hole with the same slow way as when it was only one solitary invader.

The pleasure doubled, as now he could scissor his fingers inside himself and cause more sensation in that special place behind his navel, not forgetting to move his paw around his doggie bone. With two fingers he could imagine that it was Stanley's member in him, having slowly made his way inside the lupo and basking in the sensation of penetrating such a hot crevice.

Soon he began to withdraw his strangely un-barbed cock, almost to the point to be completely out, and then he trusted himself in with great force. He began to slowly repeat this process again and again, increasing the pleasure inside the tailhole and the speed of the lupo's paw jerking his doghood; only when he felt his lover could handle something more forceful he started to thrust with vigor and speed, making both of them moan in pleasure.

Luca couldn't hold it anymore, and white cum began to coat his paw and the shower wall, his tailhole squeezing around his fingers. His mind wandered in the afterglow, barely conscious of the craving for his fantasy to have been real and feeling a little silly for conjuring it in the first place; once he regained his sense, and slipped his fingers out, he scolded himself for those thought, after all it was normal to remind something so pleasurable and recent, not that he had developed feelings for the lynx in such a short time.

He was soaping himself again when he heard a powerful knocking at the bathroom door.

"What are you doing there, taking a nap? Come one, I want to play!"

With a smile, Luca finished washing himself, his friend's intervention blowing away any lingering cat memories.