A dog named Toby (8)
A dog named Toby (8) By Roofles
"I said 'I've saved you a seat.'" Toby said. The bernese mountain dog had one leg up on the couch rest, both arms wrapped around the back, the other leg kicked up on the table and his naked rear digging into the cushions. A fully erect cock twitched at the look he got from Cody and he grinned guiltily at what he wanted motioning with eyes where he wanted him to sit as if it weren't obvious enough.
"Not happening." Cody laughed rustling the dogs head with a hand before going by. "I got the paperwork to finish and going in early for the project. Unlike you I actually have to work." The man took a long drink of his coffee, shivered at the taste...and took another drink. "Unlike management we worker bees have to work. Making sure the queen bees are nice and fat and happy."
Toby whined laying back on the couch. "Why won't you touch me?" The dog pouted laying his head back up on the end of the couch. He watched him walk by. Wagged his tail when he came close and then stopped as he walked straight pass trying to fixing his tie.
"I'll play with you later." Cody said now making sure his hair was straight and perfect in the mirror. He spoke as if he were talking to a new puppy dog he had just gotten but not enough time to keep company. Something that needed attention twenty four seven. And that was exactly what Toby was now and always seemed to be whenever he was "neglected."
"Play with me now. I got a good set of tennis balls for you to grab. I got a bone to bury. I got needs. Wants. Desires!" Toby whined rolling over on his belly.
Cody was in a full suit and tie as he looked at the naked dog on his couch slightly annoyed. The dog could go in whenever he felt like. Worked half as long with half as much work as he did and Cody, like most his department, was always covering and finishing things the management left for them.
"Busy." Cody said kissing the top of his head before quickly going back to the mirror to make sure he didn't mess up his apperance or wrinkle his suit. "Unlike you I got to work, heh." He joked going back to the mirror. Although bothered by it he understood why that was and only bitched and whined like the dog on the couch did because it was his right to do so. He felt better venting it out and could go to work in a good mood for the rest of the day afterwards.
"Well maybe you should've finished college and got a degree. Then you wouldn't have to." Toby laughed sitting up and resting his chin on the back of the couch. "Now play with me." He whined the last word out.
Cody turned around and looked at him at the comment he had made. Feeling rather annoyed with the dog rather than amused, insulted by the comment. "Look." He said serious now. "I got a lot of work to do just to make ends meet."
"I know but I said I'd cover for you." Toby sat up a bit missing the under lying tone in his voice.
"And I told you I'm not someone to take hand outs. Once this project is over and done with I'll be more than happy to play." Cody said lightening up a bit as he spoke.
"It's been like seven days. Nearly a week!" Toby pouted.
"You think I don't know that? Working fifteen hour days however." Cody said getting annoyed again. Double shifts this whole month had left him on edge. Not feeling in the mood to just sit down and have some fun. "I mean I gave you a hand job just the other night." The man said still feeling the kink in his shoulder.
"Oh yeah. That was great." Toby rolled his eyes and sat back down on the couch. "Only took forever." He grumbled.
"Look. Toby. I got to go to work, we'll talk about this later." Cody sighed not wanting to have this conversation again.
The door shut and Toby laid back down on the couch. A paw drifted down as he rubbed himself. He stopped not really feeling into it. Never a man for self service. It had been a while since he had a good old fasion rump in the sack. His blue balls were proof enough for that.
His phone buzzed on the table catching his attention. The iphone read the name "Charlie" and his message the dog had sent him at least once every three days. This time however Toby took it. "Just wan hang out?" It read and Toby grunted as he said up mulling it over in his head.
Most the time when he got the message... All the time when he got the message it was to get together and sate ones cardinal needs. One reason why Toby hung out with the dog. Or the reason why he had put up with the dog. Friends with benefits. It had a nice ring to it in his ear. When your boyfriend wasn't able to play your boytoy could. Just a simple thing to have fun and get ones rocks off.
It was for the best Toby mused, trying to rationalize it. If he was happy then Cody would be happy and he'd be less needy and all over him, practically humping his leg as it was. It would be ok. It was ok. Nothing wrong with it. It was just doggie. He'd use protection so there was no harm done there. He had no feelings for the other dog than minor physical attraction and the idea that whenever he snapped his finger the dog would come a'barkin as it were.
They hadn't been going out that long. It had never been set in stone. And it wasn't like it was an official thing. All his other boyfriends didn't mind specially when he invited them along. Anyone who didn't was just depriving oneself of biological needs. That they were sexually uncomfortable and close minded, unopened to how things were nowadays and following old dying traditions.
All things that went through the dog's mind as he texted the beagle.
"What's the harm in one little rump?" Toby thought laying back down on the couch, folding his legs and closing his eyes.