Chance's Encounters. Day's after College
#12 of Chance's Encounters
Chance's Encounters Day's of life after college By Roofles
Chance scooted closer, bringing the dog's hips back to his own thighs. He rubbed Jasper's back and thighs. "Such a strong man you are." He purred deeper than normal as he brought his thighs once more back to his hips. "Been a good boy haven't you?" The cat growled pushing in once more into the dog's tight tail hole.
Jasper winced as he rested with his chest on the bed, rubbing a finger along in the sheets not saying anything.
"You like this don't you..." Chance gritted his teeth pushing in once more as he topped the dog. "Right?" He asked far softer. "Jasper?" He said the man's name that he was currently fucking.
"Hm?" The dog asked lifting his ears up. "Oh, yeah. Baby. Amazing." His voice alone betrayed his lackluster interest in what was going on behind him. Empty, dry and forced. "You're so big. And...barbed. It's amazing. The way you... Fuck me, stud." The dog said looking back to the same spot on the wall. His finger went back to playing with the sheets.
"Jasper, hun." Chance voice was still deep coming from the South as they did but it was soft, caring and any charade of a dominate personality he was trying to roleplay as had disappeared all together. "I thought you wanted to try this."
"No." Jasper said a bit sharply, mainly due to the dull ache in his bum and a wince that made his eye twitch as a barb dragged back along his inners. "I mean I thought YOU did." The dog said whining a bit, wincing as the barbed pulled back even more and the cat slipped out. "You're the one that wants to try new things in bed. I'm just...I just like to fuck. And get sucked. I'm a fucking guy after all!" Jasper said laying things out. He folded his ears back. "You know what I mean." He groaned slumping against the pillow.
"I guess...I'm just not dommie, huh?" The cat said sitting down on the edge of the bed, curled up behind the dogs rear end. He petted the dog's thigh as Jasper's tail fell down over his sore tail hole. "Stupid, Jake." The cat grumbled now his voice returning to normal, the way the dog liked it. Not lovey dovey or soft and slutty or anything. Just normal kind of voice. It was the guy he wanted to toss into bed, the guy he fucked each morning in the shower, the guy he had slept over at every night when they were just kids. Not some....fake.
The cat reached over, Jasper watching him the whole time, as he grabbed the book off the side table and began looking over it. "Spice up your love life in 13 easy steps." The outside read making the dogs ears splay out. He kept the growl to himself. He was going to ring that bunny's neck if it was the last thing he would do. First fills the cat's head with dumping the dog, and now finds a sick twisted way of ruining his life. VIA ruining sex. The thing he loved about life.
"Was I not suppose too..." The cat mumbled looking off at the candles. "I could drip hot wax on your chest." He offered looking at the dog who was now clawing at the sheets thinking of all the ways he was going to get himself a nice pair of lucky rabbit's feet. "Or there's the honey."
"I hate honey." The dog said grumbled before grinning wickedly as he imagined pouring hot honey on the bunny and gobbling him up like an old 90's cartoon show. "Show that little cock blocking son of a-," Jasper stopped as he caught the cat's eyes. He chuckled a bit trying to give him an award winning smile to return him to his good graces, and thus in his pants.
"Well I thought you wanted to do this." The cat said ears drooping and face falling. It wasn't an accusation Jasper was sure of. Chance had honestly thought this would be fun for the dog and now the dog was feeling guilty over it.
"You know what I like?" Jasper asked crawling over, resting on his knees and petting the side of the cat's face. "Being with you. You you. Not this whole...whole...master slave, pet bull shit your slutty little friend does." The dog said with a loud scoff knocking the book aside. "I want to be able to...to...shit, what would I want to do..." He mumbled to himself racking his brain for some kind of poetic way to phrase "fuck you like it's 1999."
Chance just nuzzled into his face a bit, slightly tearing eye, his tip still dripping onto the sheets.
"I want to hold you in my arms," the dog began looking into that face. A face that settled his thundering heart when he was nervous and made his palms and balls sweaty, but in a good way (as Jasper would put it). "Hear your sweet voice, feel your breath against my neck, have you smell and hear only me. Our little world with no one else in it but two...souls, or some shit like that, coming together. And fucking." He said grabbing the cats paws and pressing them to his chest. "So can we fuck like normal, please?" The dog begged at the end giving a big toothy grin.
Chance nodded. Bring a hand up he gave a strong shove to the dog who fell onto his back, forced his legs open and brought his head down and began devouring the dog.
"See," Jasper oofed as his sack was pulled and played with. "This is how a guy," he grunted as his cock was force ably sucked from his sheath. "Is supposed to get fucked." He whimpered as that scratchy tongue slurped underneath his quivering, shaking filling knotted spear. "By another guy." He frowned a bit at the thought, splaying his ears before another powerful suck by the cat brought him back to the situation at hand.
Musk filled the cat's nostrils as he slid that shaft all the way down his muzzle and into his throat, his pink fleshy nose pushy against the dog's curly untrimmed black fur around his now empty sheath. His lips "kissed" the knot forming at the end before pulling back with a slurping pop, tendrils of saliva still connecting the now glistening shaft in the lamp light. He panted heavily. The dog panted heavily. And then with a loud gulping swallow the cat dropped down to nose and sniff, licking at the dog's balls as he pressed that flesh tone snout of his into the folds of Jasper's sack. Lowering it more to bounce on top of his muzzle the cat licked underneath at the taint, kissing directly underneath the sack and smelly the rich core of the dog's musk.
Jasper gripped the bed as his leg's were pulled tightly closed around the cat's head, whimpering as the cat continued to attempt to devour him in slurping licks that tugged and pulled at his loose, sensitive fleshy tail hole, for instance.
Pulling back with a gasping breath of fresh air, Chance gripped the dog's ankle pulling it up to nuzzle and lick at his large hind paw. Jasper relaxed as he watched the cat, breathing heavily himself in an open maw panting fashion. At least he got a few seconds to breath as the cat played with his paws in an odd, sort of kinky fashion. Mainly nuzzling, rubbing on his face and licking between his semi coarse paw pads.
Suckling on the toes before slurping and linking between them. Nosing at them the next second and getting a toe hug in return. Rubbing the other paw against the side of his face and muzzle and then switching. Chance only ever seemed to be interested in them when the dog wore socks. Jasper wore socks every single day after he found this out.
Once the leg's dropped the dog knew what was coming and scooted up a bit positioning himself better as the cat moved on top of him. Chance's chest was in the dog's face, which he happily kissed and lapped at, as he positioned himself over the rigid half full obsidian spear that oozed a clear fluid of fresh, already warm lubricant.
The cat's pink, black splotched asterisk shaped tail hole tightened as his long tail lifted high. Sitting down slowly the dog's spear easily pierced his tight defense, skewering him onto it as they both, in sync, groaned at the first initial inches that slide deep inside the hot bowels of the cat.
Chance took a second allowing himself to adjust a bit before sliding further down on the leaking tube. Sitting on the dog's swelling knot, Chance met the dog's eyes, the two grinning together, before wincing, moaning and biting their lower lips as the cat forced the knot in. Jasper kicked his legs out, opening his toes up in a pleasurable whimpering fashion. Once it breached the two could feel it swelling to occupy the new found, open space trapping and tieing the two together.
From here Chance smiled softly laying out on the dog who held in him a strong grip as he pushed off the bed a bit beginning a steady rhymthic routine of humps. The cat's own hard member grinding against the dog's belly the whole time.
Chance listened to the quickening heart beat of his love, nosing under an arm to smell his natural, clean musky scent and with every breath and hump rose and fell with the dog who seemed to be, in himself, in bliss. His tongue lolled out as he stared stupidely up at the ceiling humping into the cat ontop of him that he still held with one arm, using the other to help brace the two.
Chance saw his dopey face, rolled his eyes and nuzzled back against the dog's chest as they bred deep into the night.