Doggie Do's and Doggie Dont's. Chapter Eight.
Doggie Do's and Dont's Chapter Eight By Roofles
It was a warm. Hot. Sticky. Summer night and the two found themselves on a mattress clearly made for only a normal sized man. This bed wasn't made for a dog of Axon's...girth, let alone for another man accompanying him on it this humid night. Or more underneath the sleeping dog rather which made it only worse for the poor man.
Tom had kicked and discarded the blankets even before he had laid down on the bed. It was too hot for such luxuries like blankets. Or cloths. And even laying in nothing but his birthday suit Tom found himself sweating. The dog was like a massive space heating blanket that only breathed hot dog breath over him as, for the seventh time, Tom tried to push the dog back and off him. The large saint Bernard had a bad habit of clinging to him when they had a chance to sleep together.
"No..." Axon would whine still with closed eyes clinging to the man even tighter than before at each and every failed attempt to pry him off. Tom doubted that even with a crowbar he'd be able to manage to free himself. Afterwards the dog would settle down a bit before growling in his sleep dreaming of things Tom didn't want to think about. "Yeah. You like it like... Take it... Beg for it... No please... Yes..." Was only a few of the things Tom managed to make out from the grumbling sleeping dog.
So Tom laid trapped under the heavy sleeping dog. It was as if the man had left the largest blanket still on the bed. More like a snuggie than a blanket because no matter how hard Tom tried he was still trapped in its warm, fuzzy, slightly musky furry grip. Even trying to give himself an inch or two to breath was a futile front leaving him for a couple of seconds hugged closed to the fuzzy body and in one horrible occasion under the dogs arm shoved into his armpit.
The dog, who had began to grind whimpering something along the lines of "no more baby I can't take it", only furthered made the situation worse for the man.
"Axon." Tom groaned with a roll of his eyes turning over a bit to once more try and push the dog back and off of him.
"Yeah baby." The dog mumbled. "Say my name."
"Axon." Tom stressed this time as the dog began to slowly roll back over and on top of him. This only spurred the dog onwards until Tom found his face underneath the dogs arm. Musky and hot Tom just sighed against the dog in defeat.
Sure he was loveable. Friendly, good company and was currently Tom's best friend. But sometimes space was needed. Something the dog had trouble understanding. And whenever Tom tried to get on him about it the dog would just fold his ears back with those large puppy dog eyes and try and take up as little space as he could. An impossible feat in and of itself which only made Tom feel bad as if he were bullying the poor dog.
For instance in the shower. The shower was already small enough and Tom wasn't sure how Axon even fit inside. Let alone both of them. And though he had tried to convince the dog that they should just take it one at a time Axon would just shirk back into the corner of the tub with folded ears, wagging his heavy tail and staring at him with large puppy dog eyes. As if to try and say "See I don't take much room." When of course this only meant Tom would be showering with a heavy, musky wet blanket.
Speaking of fitting inside... Tom thought with a frown as more weight was pressed down on top of him. The dog was beginning to grind against his leg and the fact that not only the man but the dog was naked was becoming very apparent as a thick, plump full sheath grinded against his bare thigh.
Axon was pretty small, down below, at first. But once in it double, tripled, quadropled in size. A feat that Tom, who always saw himself as being above average, frowned on. "It was like cheating." The man thought laying underneath the dog with his head still under Axon's arm. "You can't just be nice and long and then steriod up once in."
The man just continued to frown on this as a warm wet pre leaked against his leg.
"Who'd want a tennis ball sized 'knot' shoved up ones 'tail pipe' anyways?" Tom thought using Axon's own terminology.
The dog grunted at this as if feeling his ears burning.
"And then once in!" Tom closed his eyes taking a breath that only filled his lungs further of the dog musky odor. "Doubling in size and everything...shifts effing organs around." The man could feel a heat take his face that wasn't due to the summer night or the dog's heater of a body.
"Then pinned together like that for...too long." Tom grumbled a bit recalling the morning. Most of the saturday was spent with the dog, half of which felt as if he had been tied to him throughtout it.
What with them just fooling around at first. Then cuddling spooning each other. Then came the horrible flirting about who wanted to "love" who more. About how BIG his love was for him, and LONG. Thick and DRIPPING with it. Axon wasn't the most subtle of canines after all. A few beers tossed in with a lot of spooning made him one horny, sappy flirt that so obvsiouly wanted something.
Forplay came after. Axon was more than earger to rub his bare flesh with his slightly coarse paw pads, letting his nails drag softly behind as he did so. But Axon wasn't about the groping. The dog practically devoured his lips with his own, forcing his that thickly broad tongue into his muzzle as he climbed ontop of the man; forcing him down agaisnt the couch as he laid out slowly ontop of him keeping him firmly pinned with his hands as Axon just continued to kiss and lick at him. Sucking on his face as if for dear life. Before scooping Tom up with his arms and full body tackling him to the couch to continue raping his face with his tongue...
Tom pulled back from underneath the dog taking a thankfully fresh lung filling breath of clean air. He stared up at the ceiling before his eyes drifted down the wall to the alarm clock on the other side.
It read 4:00am in neon green numbers.
Axon had come over that morning at around 8 or so. And as Tom closed his eyes trying to get some sleep this night he only really thought of one thing. "This day just wasn't long enough."