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Pawford Ch 6: Hangin Out

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I have to be honest when I say that I was a bit of a stick-in-the-mud in college. Though I did occasionally go out with friends, I'd say that my university time was more often spent doing school work than anything else. Considering the fact that I spent hours in class and had a girlfriend there really wasn't any reason to get into porn watching. Oh, I've heard stories about porn addiction, and about college students with more gigabytes of porn on their hard drives than their GPA as a percentage, but that wasn't me.

The few times I HAD seen any 'adult entertainment' it was alone... and didn't involve a chatty rottweiler next to me on a sofa. So, as far as the time I sat and watched the first part of "Dr Stan's Hands on Guide: The Human Female"... let's say it was definitely a new experience. The fact that said rottweiler was just teetering on the 'happy drunk' stage of alcohol consumption was even further out of the realm of 'ordinary'... and, considering he had a paw down his shorts, it was so far out of the realm of normalcy that it doesn't even begin to factor into the things that did NOT happen in college. Interestingly enough, this thought is the starting point as to why I only saw the first part of the movie.

"So..." CJ noted, glancing out of the corner of his eye at me, "Not used to watching porn with other guys around, huh?"

"Huh?" I asked. I must have jumped too, because he followed the question up with a laugh.

"You just look so cute right now... all tensed up like any minute you expect that someone's going to--"

His word choice caught me by surprise, "Did you say 'cute'?" I interrupted him in what I assumed was going to be a rambling statement.

The rottweiler opened his muzzle to say something but, with the accuracy of someone familiar with the particular film, he held his tongue as the actress on the screen commented, "But Doctor... what am I supposed to do with breasts THIS big?!?" CJ snickered at that the dialogue, "I love that line."

I let the Dog's earlier 'cute' remark pass, and crossed my arms as I looked back to the screen, "No..." I answered his question, "Can't think of any time I've ever watched porn with anyone else around."

"Best way to do it." the rottweiler noted in so matter-of-fact a tone that it was readily apparent CJ considered it as obvious as the sky being blue.

"Eh." I shrugged in as casual a manner as I could manage considering the situation, "I think it's kinda weird."

CJ looked straight at me and grinned; based on the rhythmic sound of fur-on-upholstrey, I assumed his nub was probably wagging, "Well... the acting IS a little bad, but that's not why people usually watch stuff like--"

"I meant you stroking it here right next to me." my response was probably so blunt because I'd had plenty to drink.

"Pfft." the rottweiler rolled his eyes, "I'm barely even hard." he countered, actually hooking the first two fingers from his spare paw into the elastic of his shorts and pulling the front down to expose his sheath. CJ had his thumb and three fingers wrapped around it near the base, the black fur on the back of his paw creating a stark contract to the coffee-and-cream brown fur of his groin. Just as he had noted, the Dog wasn't erect enough for anything to be poking out the top of his furry sheath, but it was certainly fully loaded, "See?" and, with that, the shorts were pulled back into position.

Only one thing really came to mind in rebuttal, "Did you just flash me?"

CJ laughed hard-- the actress was moaning while 'Dr Stu' was feeling her up, but the rottweiler's guffaw was so loud that it drowned out the video. "You're such a tight-ass, Derrek." he cajoled, "You know, in Rome they had Dog slaves wander around without clothes because they figured a sheath was good enough."

"I think in Rome plenty of humans walked around without clothes too, and humans don't have sheaths." I remarked, adjusting myself within my jeans, "Besides... the Romans had a god devoted to eating and drinking to excess, partying, dancing, and sex."

"Hmm..." the rottweiler nodded, looking back to the tv, "That reminds me... I should rent Van Wilder again..."

I laughed at the non-sequitor despite myself, "Weirdo."

He snorted then smirked, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye as the paw beneath his shorts continued its movements, "Prude."

I spent the next several minutes focusing on the tv, watching as 'Dr Stu' focused on helping the poor suffering lady with her big breasts. Needless to say there wasn't very much medical work being done, and it was just about the time that the good doctor was straddling her sternum with his penis pressed between those self-same big breasts that CJ grunted, and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Unable to help myself, I glanced his way questioningly.

He shrugged in response, "Cloth..." he shrugged, "Doesn't feel so good when you're outta your sheath." he smirked sheepishly, motioning with his paw. My beer-addled brain didn't quite realize the significance of where he was motioning until my eyes moved to where he indicated... and they focused in on the bright red flesh perched atop the rottweiler's partially-withdrawn fuzzy sheath.

The thumb-thick, inch-and-a-half length of flesh was peeking out just enough that it was readily obvious, even with the minimal experience I had around dogs that he was a big fellow... and he still had a long way to go until he was fully erect. "What... never seen a Dog dick before?" he asked crassly. At that point I realized I'd been staring.

"Not in living color." I answered honestly.

He glanced my way and winked with a smirk, "Separate locker rooms for dogs at your big city college?" he slid one of his feet down onto the floor, widening the spread of his legs as he continued to toy with the base of his sheath, and his eyes went back to the tv; apparently Dr. Stu was done helping the lady with her 'breast problem' and was 'inspecting her tonsils' with his 'organic tongue depressor'.

"Sure... but when you're showering you're not paying attention to others..." I also added for good measure, "Besides... they weren't usually toying with theirs."

CJ laughed aloud, "Yea..." he chuckled, "the whole awkward college years... too busy worrying about others looking at you too... wondering the best way to act surrounded by tons of societal-destroying nakedness... worried about who in the locker room is bigger..."

"Yea... well you probably never had to worry about that last part." in my just-drunk-enough-to-say-stupid-things way the words were out of my mouth before I stopped to think of how they'd sound.

"Jealous, huh?" he grinned, turning to face me instead of the television; suddenly I was even more uncomfortable with the situation.

It took a moment for me to come up with a retort, but I still think it was a good one, "Jealous of a tube of lipstick?" I punched his shoulder, "Yea, right."

CJ, with his infinite supply of machismo took that as a challenge, and if there's one thing that rottweiler takes seriously, it's a challenge, "Lipstick's got nothin' on this." he declared and, with a consistent, firm pressure, the Dog placed his fingers against the folds of his sheath and eased it all the way back. He let out a content sigh and licked his muzzle as his still relaxed knot slipped free of the furry sleeve. I'm not sure how long I stared, but a "heh heh" followed by a "Porn's on the TV, not on my crotch." My head snapped back toward the television immediately and I felt my ears reddening.

We both remained silent for several minutes as the movie's cheesy porn music continued to play, punctuated by the sound of slurping and lip smacking. Around the time Dr. Stu decided he'd better give her a proper exam 'down below', I heard other fleshy sounds beside me. I didn't need to look to know what CJ was doing and, despite myself, I found myself unzipping my jeans; I might not have a sheath, but if you get excited enough your pants can still become uncomfortable regardless. CJ glanced my way with a grin as he paused in his stroking, "Joining the party, huh?"

"You are such an ass." I insulted him, adjusting myself beneath my jeans, "I'm just loosening up a little... weren't YOU the one who told me I'm too uptight?"

"Yea... way to go wild." he snickered, eyes going back to the tv, "You know... the one part of this tape where she DOESN'T seem like she's acting is--" he paused, motioning with his free paw and pointing just as the camera gives a close-up on her face the moment 'Dr. Stew' penetrated her from behind, "Damn..." CJ licked his muzzle to give his panting a pause, "you never see anal on a Dog porn."

"Yea..." I nodded, realizing that my disobedient fingers had found their way beneath my jeans, reminding me that it had been months since I'd had sex, and almost a half a week since I 'saw to my own problems', "Uh..." I pulled my mind from the thought and back to the discussion, "I can imagine that having a knot in your ass isn't exactly a sexy concept."

"In MY ass?" CJ grinned, tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle, "Nah... but I hear there are plenty a people out there who are into it... just not many Dogs."

I was familiar with the argument he was referencing, "Humans have tail bones too." I pointed out, "That whole thing about Dogs getting hurt because they have tails sounds like fabricated bullshit to me."

"Oh?" his ears went up as he glanced my way with a sly grin, "So you've studied the whole human-Dog relationship things, huh?" he leaned just a little closer, smirking.

"Fuck off." I gave his leg a slight kick with mine, smirking as I did so. CJ laughed, falling the rest of the way onto me with his side and pinning me against the arm rest of the sofa. His weight against my thigh meant that my legs were pushed together, making the erection in my pants even more uncomfortable than it already was, "Get off!" I ordered.

"Already planned on it, thanks." the rottweiler grinned up at me, but slid one leg up over the far arm of the sofa, moving himself an inch over so I wasn't quite so pinned.

"NOT what I meant." I objected.

"Oh... so now you DO want to watch, huh?" he asked, ears raised as a huge grin split his muzzle. He tilted his muzzle so he could look up at me while laying with his back on my legs; the rottweiler began to stroke himself faster.

"That ISN'T what I meant either!" I objected even as I watched him work. There was something almost hypnotic about the alien nature of his flesh and the way in which he pleasured himself, one paw focused on and under the knot while the other grasped his shaft and played across the top of it. By that point CJ was complete hard, and even for as big a Dog as he is, CJ is still pretty well 'gifted'.

The 'artfully' delivered line of "Oh yes, Doctor... fuck me!" sounded from the tv set, and it made the rottweiler giggle almost as if he were a teenage pup.

"I don't think anybody really talks like that during sex." he noted, eyes heavily lidded as he continued to gaze up at me from where he lay against my thigh on his back.

"Hey..." I shrugged, "Porn is funny." It's a true enough statement, but it was also useful for deflecting the discussion, "I think plenty of people watch it just because they don't want to rent a comedy."

CJ was only using one paw on his member at that point, the other traveling its way through the tan fur of his abdomen and chest. He let out a hearty breath, the entire thing rattling in his throat as his leg started twitching, "I tell ya, D... porn is a LOT better when you're sharing it with someone." and I heard tail nub wagging against the sofa cushion.

Adjusting myself yet again, I managed to get my hand between my legs, and then between my crotch and the Dog's broad back, "Get a chance to share your stash that often, huh?" I questioned him blandly.

"Not as often as I'd like." he responded with a soft growl to his voice, and I felt more than a little uneasy at the fiery gaze in his eyes as he looked up at me. He blinked once, then a second time, and his ears slowly went up, and his stare cooled, "...you alright, Derek?" he asked, his voice holding a strong note of concern.

"I..." I paused, starting to wonder if the entire time on the couch was an attempt to seduce me. Questions started to flow around in my head as I considered the implications, but what I DID know was that I couldn't afford to lead him on. I wasn't exactly how to force the words out of my mouth without completely destroying the Dog's impression of me; in the end I was blunt, "I'm.... I'm not gay, CJ."

The rottweiler sat up, giving me space as he stopped masturbating and turned to face me, completely naked, but still somehow managing to hold his regal, self-assured presence even without clothing. He blinked once, and then flicked both ears, "Okay..." he acknowledged, "... that's good to know, I guess." and he cocked his head to the side, "So... uh... where'd that come from all of the sudden?"

"Uh..." it was my turn to be taken aback at his answer. There he was, sitting on the sofa within arm's reach, completely naked, with an erection so hard that it was tapping out a beat in time with his heart. It seemed obvious as to why I was thinking that he was coming on to me and yet the sincerity of his question suddenly made me doubt an impression of the situation that should have screamed the obvious, "... I just... figured..."

CJ reached forward and grabbed hold of my wrist, pulling the hand out of my jeans that I didn't even realize I'd still had in it. He brought both of my hands together and covered them with his paws. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered the slick, slipperiness of his left palm, but it was overlooked as I gazed at him and he gazed back, "Derek..." he noted with a calm, gentle tone, "I'm not gay either." and the neutral expression on his muzzle slowly dissolved into complete and total good-humor, "Jesus... it's like you've never jerked off with another guy in the room before."

"Maybe because I haven't?" I pointed out, frustrated that I found myself smiling at his overly casual reaction to the matter. "Heh..." CJ responded with a casual blurt, "Well how 'bout that? Turns out that the big time city boy all educated and colleged-up got sheltered from life and--"

I felt myself flush with embarrassent at the comment and interrupted him, "Because I haven't rubbed one out next to another guy watching porn?"

"Hell... that's like a rite of passage, Derrek!" his grin spread all the way across his muzzle as he went back to gingerly teasing his furless flesh with just his first finger and thumb, "Pawing off to porn with your friends isn't gay, it's--"

"Did you just say 'pawing off'?" I guess I was in but of an interrupting mood.

"Yea." he confirmed, holding up his paw, slick with his own fluids, "paw..." and he returned it to his erection, "plus jerk off..." he smirked, "paw off, for short."

"That's like a human saying 'hand off'." I suppose I was also feeling contrary-- uncomfortable situations tend to bring that out in me, "It doesn't make any sense."

"You're a really smart guy, Derrek..." the rottweiler complimented me, bumping his nose against my stomach, "but sometimes you can be kinda dense."

I was about to object to his assertion but I lost track of my comment when an ear-catching, warbling scream pulled my eyes back to the tv; the porn, practically forgotten, was in full gear, with 'Dr Stu' really going to town on his 'patient'... apparently the best cure for 'breasts this big' was very energetic anal sex. Despite the fact that she was a bad actress, her moans were almost believable. Her moans didn't hold my attention for long though when a closer one drew it back to CJ.

The rottweiler's eyes were on the television again; he was licking his muzzle, and both of his paws were in motion, one fondling his swelling knot while the other worked purposefully up and down his length. "Ooohhh..." he shuddered, "she can almost howl as well as a bitch." he snickered at the thought.

"You ARE drunk." I attested. Despite the fact that I find porn funny, I also have to admit that it does get its point across, and I couldn't help but enjoy the feel of CJ's body heat against my erection even with my jeans separating us. Reaching my hand back down into my pants to cover my groin from the pressure his back applied to it.

"I'm not drunk." the rottweiler countered, "I can't get it up when I'm drunk." at which point he motioned to his rigid flesh, "OBVIOUSLY not drunk."

"You're impossible." I sighed, then paused, realizing that I was fondling myself without realizing it.

"Heh..." CJ smirked, "I was thinking the same thing about you..." he winked, "but something tells me there's hope for you yet." Apparently he felt my hand moving against his back, "We're friends, Derek... you don't have to be a prude you know. I'm not gonna weird-out on you if you get naked-- I mean... it DOES make enjoying porn a lot easier."

"I take it sharing a couch for some porn isn't all that new to you..." it came out as a comment, even if I meant it more as a question.

"A couple times." CJ answered, eyes rotating from the tv until they came back to me; somewhere in my mind I registered the fact that his paws didn't stop their work, "First time with a human though, if that makes you feel better." he offered up a sheepish grin, tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle when he did.

I almost laughed that and, whether it was because of the humor or because I couldn't help but admit that I DID feel comfortable around the Dog, I unbuttoned, and unzipped. I gave CJ a slight shove with my forearm, "Not exactly easy to relax with you laying on me." I pointed out, and the rottweiler obligingly sat up, though he was literally right next to me, close enough that I could have received a friction burn from the fur on his arm if he had been using his left paw for stroking his member rather than gripping his knot.

It was awkward, those first few moments of wriggling out of my jeans, and not just because CJ was next to me; to be honest, I'm more used to standing when getting undressed, but I ended up getting help. Squirming next to the rottweiler was more than enough to get his attention, and he watched as I fought with my pants. "Here." he stated with a wide grin on his muzzle, and he stomped down on the end of one of the pants legs, pinning it to the floor, "Now pull your leg out."

Despite the fact that I hadn't needed help getting undressed since I was a toddler, the Dog's intervention was thankfully low-key; his eyes went back to the tv, where the big breasted patient was on her knees, letting the good doctor dispense her 'medicine'-- apparently it was supposed to be topical because most of the 'dose' was getting all over face rather than in her waiting mouth. I commented as much to CJ as I finally kicked my jeans off and let them fall down to the floor, freeing me from the confines and leaving me in boxers alone.

"See what I mean?" the rottweiler noted after he'd finished laughing, "SO much better to let it all out rather than keep it bottled up."

I couldn't help but catch a double entendre in the meaning, "The comment, or the crotch?" I questioned.

"Either?" he offered, and his grin widened, "Both?"

I shrugged in response, "Both." it wasn't as hard to admit as I had thought, though it still felt strange being practically naked next to CJ while the porn was playing. Glancing back to the tv, I saw that a new scene was starting, with an unsurprisingly similar premise.

"Oh... this is a good one." CJ chuckled, "Lady here's got a pair of lungs on her."

I smirked, "Maybe she had em surgically enhanced, like her boobs." after the initial awkwardness of the situation had passed, I couldn't help but feel that hanging out with CJ (literally) wasn't as weird as I'd been expecting. We continued laughing together, focusing once again on the paper-thin plot device and poorly delivered lines led up to the real objective: tab 'A' into slot 'B'.

Admittedly, it was my first time ever touching myself with someone in the same room, but, once I got past CJ's animated motions and casual comments about the porn, I found it almost liberating, in a way. The self consciousness returned, however, when the rottweiler made a very distinct comment, "Wow... I can't figure out how humans can wear pants with those things." Glancing to my fellow porn-watcher, I saw that his eyes were on me and not the tv; I immediately stopped my ministrations.

"What?"

"Yea!" he noted emphatically, taking his paws away from his own groin so he could focus more attention on mine, "You don't have a sheath, so it'd probably hurt like hell wearing pants, let alone underwear."

"Uh... not really." I answered, resting my hand on my leg in what I assumed would be a casual location that would provide me a little more modesty in obscuring his view, "I guess Dogs are just more sensitive down there... you know... since you DO have a sheath and all." the discussion brought back the embarrasment and discomfort at the situation.

He reached down and took hold of my hand and moved it out of the way, pointing, "Sheath or no, Derek, how do humans even keep from getting friction burn when you walk?" he all but laughed as he grinned at me.

I pulled my hand out of his paw, "Not like it's your first time seeing one, I mean, you have Dr Stu to look at... you've had plenty of time to think about it, I'm sure."

"Well... borrowing YOUR earlier statement, I haven't seen one in living color before." he added with a smirk, taking hold of my wrist again, moving my hand out of his view, "I think it looks cool."

"Cool?" I asked, a half laugh emerging with the word; the situation was just weird enough that it was humorous.

"Yea... I mean... you're furry and all in SOME places, but it just comes right outta there without a sheath or anything." he grinned, tongue panting out of the side of his muzzle, "And the shape... it's like a mushroom."

"Not as weird as lipstick..." I objected, pulling my hand free again before I took hold of HIS wrist and moved it to the side, turning tables on him, "...or like some ship out of Battlestar Galactica."

"It's not even wet, let alone slick." he added, countering my observation with one of his own, "To hell with walking-- how do you even get yourself off without tearing something?"

"I--" I began, actually about to answer his question, but he continued talking over me.

"I mean... at least Dogs have their own lubrication." he noted, moving his arm and pulling my hand with it until he traded his wrist in my fingers for his erect member, "See? Now tell me that wouldn't make for a smoother--" and he paused, "wow..." he breathed, shivering faintly as my surprised digits closed around his flesh.

It took me several seconds to take in the situation: I was sitting on a sofa in CJ's house, watching one of his porn videos with him, and I suddenly found myself with my fingers wrapped around his rigid penis. "Uh..." was about what I could come up with, and quickly pulled my hand back.

"You... uh..." he chuckled with just a hint of nerves in his voice, "don't have paw pads." his comment was a mix between casual observation and off-beat humor, "...that would explain the... uh... lack of chaffing." he offered an easy smile.

"I... guess it would." I responded, so surprised from the experience that my hand remained on his thigh.

I'm still not exactly sure where the discussion went from there, or how he talked me into putting my hand back on his erection, but barely a minute later I found myself with my fingers traveling up and down his shaft, while his paw, slick with his own fluid, caressed mine. It was the first time I'd ever been touched like that by anyone-- Elizabeth certainly never had. Between the span of days since I'd last gotten off, the rottweiler's textured paw pads, and the slick smoothness of his 'organic Dog lube', I didn't last very long.

Gripping the sofa arm with one hand, I somehow managed to keep my fingers moving along his shaft as I grit my teeth and gave into his ministrations. Groaning, I felt the flood gates open as I lost the last of my inhibitions, and shot out my load all over his fingers, the back of his paw, and the carpet. "Heh..." CJ murmured, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, laying his head back against the sofa cushion, "...knew ya could do it..."

He licked his muzzle, tightening his grip on his knot as I felt the flesh in my hand grow even harder than it had been before, "...mmmmnnngghhh... a little further down..." he whispered, his hips rising upward toward my hand, and he slowly began humping into the air, each thrust meeting my fingers as they slid back down towards his knot, "...oh... just... hold..." each word came out more tense than the last, until he grit his teeth, and stopped talking altogether.

CJ's entire body shivered against mine and his paw clamped down against his knot. A shuddering breath escaped his nose as his lips pulled back into a silent snarl and, for that split moment, I was both intimidated and incredibly turned on. I know it's a weird thing to say, but there have been plenty of studies done on the fact that all men, gay AND straight enjoy aesthetic appearance of a penis and yes, even a Dog's... especially when that Dog is almost twice your weight and putty in the palm of your hand. There's a strange sense of power that comes from being able to give that kind of pleasure to a friend... especially as good a friend as CJ.

There was a surreal sense of accomplishment holding the rottweiler's pulsing flesh, and I watched in admiration as each jet reached farther than the next, almost even managing to hit the tv across the room. CJ groaned as I let go of his shaft, slowly lowering his hips back down to the couch, "Oohhhh yeaaaaaahhh..." he noted in appreciation, "Oh god, Derek..." he noted then shivered, one more geyser of fluid erupting from his shaft. The rottweiler had turned slightly in my direction and, without my hand there holding it vertical, his erection had rotated just enough that his final spurt hit me... and not just anywhere.

"Oh god, Derek!" CJ repeated his earlier statement, though in an entirely different tone, "Sorry!" he noted, speaking earnestly despite the laugh in his voice; he had managed to hit the side of my face. Although I had closed one eye against the impending spray, the other remained open, and I saw him draw closer, "Sorry, man... hold on... lemme get that." he announced, and, in one, long lick, his tongue went from my jaw line to my eyebrow.

I turned to him and blinked, "Did you just--?"

"Yea." he acknowledged, and I heard his nub rubbing against the sofa cushion. "With your--?"

"There wasn't a towel around." the rott answered.

"But you--"

CJ chuckled, sliding one of his paws into my grasp and laced his fingers with mine, "You analyze things WAY too much, Derek... just stop thinking and enjoy hanging out."

A funny thing happened then-- I actively DID stop analyzing it, and simply enjoyed sitting next to my best friend, warmed by the afterglow, even managing to ignore the drying saliva on the side of my face, reclining in the comfortable sofa, the happy sounds of a tail nub moving on the cushion next to me. CJ was right, as usual; I enjoyed hanging out... and yea, I suppose that means two things.