Distraction
A collie needs some help getting his mind off work.
My first submission here, critique is strongly appreciated.
The couch let off a soft 'floomp' as James dropped onto it. I'd called the bear up an hour ago, hoping he could help me get my mind off of the big report tomorrow. Marketing had gotten a bit carried away, and now I had to explain to the board why our newest piece of software wasn't going to carry all of the features they promised. I hadn't even finished writing the report yet, but it would have to wait. "Beer me?" came the rumbling voice from the couch.
It always went like this: he'd come over, we'd share a brew and watch less than half of some football game neither of us cared about. I could hear the TV cut on as I walked to the fridge and pulled out a pair of beers. Never any conversation, nothing beyond the little rituals we observed. I vaulted the couch, rather than going around. Why not? With his brown bulk anchoring it one little collie wasn't going to tip anything over. I settled in opposite him and tossed a beer his direction. Twenty minutes passed, we drank our beers and shouted at the TV, getting into a game that I didn't even know was playing half an hour ago. The quarter ended, and the channel went to commercials. I got up for more beers, and came back to stand behind the couch.
I dangled a paw over James' shoulder, holding a can. His larger paw trapped my wrist, while his other paw took the can and tossed it onto the couch. He placed my paw at the top of his shirt. My fingers worked to get a button unfastened, and then dove in to sit on his chest. I spent a moment like that, feeling him breathe, soaking in his heat. He tensed, impatient, and I pulled my paw free to unbutton the rest of his shirt. I got a few more buttons down and he moved to stand, letting my wrist free to avoid twisting my arm. He moved toward my room, not looking to see if I was following, still not saying anything. We'd done this more times than I care to count, there weren't a whole lot of things to discuss. As we took the short hallway, he finished taking off his shirt, leaving it on the floor, and I noticed that his shoes had come off at some point earlier in the night.
Once we passed the threshold into my bedroom, he grabbed me again, by the shoulder. It didn't quite hurt, but it was a hell of a firm grip. He was feeling rough tonight. I smiled. He walked me to the bed and pushed me down to sit on it. He took a moment busying himself with his belt, and I spent the opportunity to shuck my shirt and pants. I hooked two thumbs into my boxers, but before I could do anything useful with them, a bear paw enveloped my sheath and balls, trapping my underwear against my body. Not that I was particularly able to move at that point anyway, the way the firm, warm pressure left me paralyzed. I pulled my paws away and he let me go, taking only a moment more to step out of his pants, leaving him in socks and an undershirt. He hadn't been wearing any underwear.
He wasn't out of his sheath yet, but it had plumped up to a somewhat incredible size. I reached out to touch him, stroke him, but my paw was swatted away. "No." he said, "Puppy's going to invite me out to play with his tongue, tonight." God. He really was feeling dominant. This was exactly what I needed. I just whined and dropped my ears back along my skull. I expected him to step closer, to push his bloated sheath into my maw, but instead he stepped around me to lie on the bed, rolling onto his belly after a moment. I sat there, unsure of what to do. "Well?" came the voice again, going straight to my balls, "You've got a tongue, puppy, get it to work." His legs spread a little wider. Oh my god. He'd rimmed me briefly a few times before, but only as a warm up, just for a little extra lubrication. He'd never really shown any interest in having his own tailhole played with.
I dove down, and buried my muzzle as deeply as it could go between his asscheecks. The smell was incredibly strong, not dirty, just musky and very much him. I certainly didn't mind, but I was a little overwhelmed, both by the musk and just the realization of what I was about to do. I was less sure about the next part. Parting my lips, I let a tentative lick slide around the very outside of his tailhole. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it mostly just tasted like flesh, with a little bit of sweat. I gave another soft tongue across the pucker. One more tender lick and James' paw came back to push against my head, accompanied by a growl that shook his body and the bed. Okay then, firmer it is. I pushed harder with my tongue, sweeping it around the edges of his hole, and even pushing in a little bit, not enough to really get inside him, but spreading him open a little. A minute of this, maybe two, and that paw on my head grabbed my ear to pull me back.
Turning back over, James looked... not angry, but not entirely satisfied. "Puppy needs a lesson, I think. Needs to learn what to do with a tongue." The bear just picked me up and flipped me bodily over, pulling my boxers down around my knees in the same motion. I love that he can do that, doesn't even seem to have to work at it. I heard him moving behind me, and after a few seconds two thumbs roughly pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tailhole. A tongue was on it in a moment, and I was amazed that he could make me feel so dominated by doing what had, moments before, felt like an ultimate act of submission. It felt like he was claiming everything he touched as his own. His tongue dove deep into my ass, spearing me, spreading me, and I convulsed in his grip. He curled and prodded inside of me, a tiny, possessive growl vibrating my sphincter. I panted, unable to catch my breath. When he pulled out of me, I gasped for a breath. I felt the bear's body move up to cover mine, and when he spoke again it was right in my ear, "That's how you use a tongue, mutt. Do better, next time." I thought he might take me right there, but he pulled back, kneeling at the head of the bed. He pulled open my nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube there. Apparently the rimjob wasn't going to be enough. That was kind of exciting.
Two fingers smeared a little extra lube over my tailhole, and I could hear him slicking himself up. Normally I could watch him as he prepped himself, I kind of liked having to rely on my hearing this time. When he settled over me again, there was no question of his intent. The weight of his cock against my crack was enough spread me a little on its own. Fingers kissed my hole, ready to guide him into me a moment later. When he pressed forward, I had to be sure I was relaxed as possible. Even this many years after the first time we did this, he's large enough that I have to work a little to take him. He'd barely gotten the head into me when he thrust forward. It knocked the wind out of me, and my arms shook against his. He'd gone to the hilt in that first thrust, and paused there for a second, grinding into me. I felt like I was made of glass, somehow, like I'd shatter from the strain of having him inside of me. A moment later he pulled back, and I felt empty even with half of that cock still inside of me.
When he thrust again, it was brutal, deeper than the first, and I didn't even think that was possible. There was no pause this time, he yanked himself back just as roughly, and I yelped as I couldn't keep my tailhole from clenching around his girth. He slammed back into me and I whined because my throat was sealing itself shut. There's no way I was going to last long under that kind of treatment, even without any attention to my own dick. His tongue stroked along the back of my head and ears, and the confusion of sensation between the tender licks and the brutal fucking dropped any strength from my arms. I'd have slumped to the bed at that point, but my elbows knocked into his arms and he held me up like that. He began to pull one of those arms away, and I forced myself back onto my own support. I nearly lost it again as his massive paw wrapped itself around my shaft. I was leaking pre everywhere at this point, and he just held a slicked thumb against the head of my cock as he pounded in and out of me. I was letting out a continuous stream of little cries and whimpers at this point, there was no way I could keep silent.
A moan broke through, signaling how close I was, and his paw slid down to clench my knot tightly. He shortened his thrusts, just bucking the last inch or so into me. I clenched around him, and his ministrations to my ears were replaced with a bite at the back of my neck. He squeezed my knot even tighter, and I screamed as I came, my body spasming, completely out of my control. He pulled his cock out almost to the tip and drove forward one more time, against the clenching of my tailhole, and I could feel him unloading heat deep inside of me. I began to collapse forward, and he just fell with me, his weight pushing my still hard cock, with his paw still wrapped around it, into the puddle I'd made on my bed. He kept bucking a little as he seeded me, and each impact forced another shot out of me to pool around my dick. I smelled blood faintly, it have come from the little stars of fire where his muzzle was still wrapped around my neck. He squeezed my knot, again, and I let out a mewling whine as I slipped into exhausted blackness.
* * *
I couldn't have been out for more than a few minutes, because when I came to, James was just rolling off of the bed beside me. I opened my muzzle to say something, but nothing came to mind. He knows how to operate a shower, and I sure as hell wasn't going to pull myself up to join him. I listened to the water run, dozing contentedly, and before I mustered the initiative to do anything he was already toweling off. "Hey, you're back with us." he said as he sat at the edge of my bed and bent over to scoop his pants off the floor.
"Yeah. Do you want me to throw something together for dinner? I've got a few TV dinners in the freezer." I pushed myself back toward the headboard and propped myself into something resembling a sitting position.
James didn't pause zipping his fly and working with his belt buckle again. "Thanks, but nah. I've got to get home and finish up a report for tomorrow. Engineering didn't finish their damn jobs, and now I've got a meeting with top brass tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow then?"
"Yup. Mind if I drop by after work, too?"