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The Simple Things

Chapter Five

By Roofles

Even before I woke up I knew it was late. My eyes were still heavy and I could feel bags underneath them, as if weighing them down. But I had gotten a few hours, or more, sleep in and it was already improving my otherwise sour mood. The desk didn't serve as a good pillow, nor did my arm, that had fallen asleep at one point during the nap. I wasn't complaining. I was just glad I could get away with it. I bet I had Richard to thank for that.

I'm not one to fall asleep at work. Hell, I love my work. It's not easy, it's not simple but I'm damn good at it. Get paid semi-well and because it isn't a cake walk its usually rather time consuming and when you don't got much else going for ya' in the ways of life, it's a good distraction that also pays well enough. This was the first time in months I had even the notion of sleeping on the job, even if it seemed encouraged here.

As I sat up, I felt a heavy piece of fabric over me, and Richard's coat slid off my shoulders. I looked back at it before over the desk where I figured the chocolate Labrador would be. He wasn't. With a yawning stretch I got up and popped my joints back into place. Sleeping at a desk makes the body rather stiff like the dead.

"Richard?" I asked aloud in no direction in particular as I headed out the open door. The lights of the office were all but off, with the exception of the one near the elevator and the break room. With another loud yawn I walked over towards it, the break room, his coat under an arm, and inside assuming to find him licking the bottom of the donut box.

The chocolate lab was sitting on one side of the table, chewing some sort of dog biscuit (or at least I'd swear that's what it was) and reading over the newspaper. I didn't even know people still read the newspaper. I mean the internet these days sort of removed the need too. A distraction for the common man I suppose.

"Hey," I gave him a wave and he peered up at me. There was a soft thunk of a tail wag against the back of the chair and he sat up a bit more as I took a few more steps in.

"Hey." Was the gentle reply I got. It was soft, even in the silent break room. "How'd ya' sleep?" He asked as if he genuinely cared about it.

"I've slept better." I offered back with a chuckle that was interrupted by another loud yawn. "Sheesh," I shook my head and slapped my cheeks before walking over to take a seat somewhat next to him. "How long was I out?"

"Hours." Was the flat reply I got. He gave a shrug. "You looked so peaceful, I didn't have the heart to wake you."

"Right." And then I recalled the coat under my arm and offered it to him, not meeting his eyes and gave an almost timid "thank you."

"Don't mention it." He took it and even though the room was almost as cold as the office he didn't put it on. Tossing it on the table he opened the newspaper back up, took another crunching bite of the dry doggie biscuit and chewed it as if it were gravel. At least he had the courtesy to eat in the breakroom.

"Why are you still here?" I ask resting against the table and trying to stifle another yawn even before it began.

An ear lifted up over the newspaper and the black and white print dipped down until I cold see those soft uncooked brownie eyes looking at me. "Why would I leave?" His fishhook eyebrow was up. It wasn't much of an answer and he lifted the paper back up to continue reading the article he had been, seemingly dismissing my question.

There was a thump and I looked over in time to see a chair fall over. Apparently pushed aside so that it wasn't between us. His tail wagged innocently as he continued looking over the paper. Subtle.

"Don't you have a family? A life?" I chuckled. "Friends to hang with rather than sitting around the office all day for your coworker to get up and entertain you?" His ears lifted up at the last part and he neatly folded the newspaper before setting it down.

"I didn't have plans tonight." He said honestly before eyeing me. "And what do you mean entertain?"

I shrugged. "How the hell would I know what keeps a dog entertained?"

"Usually bones." Richard replied almost instantly making me laugh. "And tennis balls." His tail wagged and there was an apparent change that came over his face at the sound of my voice, my laugh. That black, almost charcoal lips pulled up lightly and he just rested on his elbows looking at me.

"Twin tennis balls?" I offered.

"It's only a gay old time if they touch." He smiled some more and we shared a lighthearted laugh.

"I prefer balls touching." I offered, rather weakly, milking the joke for all it was worth.

The chocolate lab moved over a bit, nosing at me some. "You can touch my balls any day." He teased and I almost did. I found myself leaning a bit closer and he bumped noses. And I chuckled at that, blushing a bit and looking into those half closed eyes.

He bumped noses again and I placed a hand on his thigh.

Richard licked my nose with a playful grin. Looking into those warm, soft brownie mix eyes on that sleek fur face, with his paw on my hand on his thigh and the smile he gave me... My heart skipped a beat.

And I kissed him.

It wasn't deep, it wasn't passionate or romantic or even sexy. Just a light peck on the lips before I caught myself and withdrew, cheeks burning hotly. My breath already smoldering in my throat and my chest tightening from my sleep induced lapse of judgment.

I managed to cough an apology as his ears jumped to attention and eyes widen, if only a bit in the brief second that followed.

"Sorry," I said almost about to get up, find the nearest window and jump out of it. I was mistaken, overworked isn't the reason why people snap and jump out windows. It was when they kissed their coworkers.

Richard smiled though, moving closer and stopping me before I could even lift my ass off the seat. He just set a, slightly larger than my own, hand on top of mine and held it. "I was just being friendly." He said with a playful tone. But he didn't laugh, though he smiled and bumped the side of his muzzle against my already red cheek and licked at my ear lope. His fingers tightened on my own as that thick tongue touched gentle against my cheek, caressing it with it's warmth to withdraw as quickly as it happened. A pecking lick, like I had done when I kissed him.

"I know, I was just...misreading, was all." I offered and tried to look away.

A hand brushed my cheek and my eyes drifted back to his as he smiled in front of me. And not a playful smile either. Richard moved closer and gave me a soft pecking kiss as if to return the favor properly. "You weren't misreading anything." It was a gentle voice that flowed through one ear and out the other making my chest flutter and throat suddenly feel dry.

Richard kept his hand on the side of my face, thumb rubbing it gently as he looked into my eyes. And I into his. He won the staring match and my gaze faltered, looking away.

My arm snaked around his thick neck, my other hand running through his bare exposed fuzzy chest. And I kissed him once more, far deeper this time. And he didn't stop me.

It was different, to say the least, than what I'm used too. What I had dreamt of. He didn't have as full of lips as I thought, like a human would, but they were smooth like velvet and warm to the touch, yielding before my own and parted just enough for his tongue to snake out and slither it's way between my own split ones. Richard tilted his head to the side and our lips formed smoothly, perfectly against each other as his eyes closed and both of his hands pulled me roughly closer. Gripping my arms almost painfully so.

It was hot, passionate and some unbridled love affair that you read about in steaming romance novels or watch on the big screen, about star crossed lovers, forbidden love or just good old raunchy porn. Maybe not so much the last one, it felt raunchy as his tongue slowly filled my mouth to dance with my own and I could taste him on my lips. It was sweet, gentle and even though we weren't groping each other like frenzied teenagers, was hot. It didn't hold any less meaning behind it. Or excitement.

Where I had wanted him to straddle me like a sex-coked stripper hours before, all I wanted now was to hold him and feel those smooth lips against my own. And then have him straddle me like a well hung stable boy.

His breath shook as he pulled back and licked over his lips softly, eyes opening. Richard pulled away if only a hairs breath more. The chocolate lab swallowed audible and stood up, his hand never leaving my face.

"I think we should go." And I gave a nod. He looked down at me and I had to force my eyes not to stare at the groin now in my face. I could nearly feel the heat from it already. Burning loins finally made sense to me.

"Yeah, your right." And I already was beginning to lose the fluttery feeling inside my chest.

"Your place or mine?" And that made my pants feel two sizes too small.

Too be honest I barely remember what happen next. I recall getting out things. Our things, our... I recall driving and having simple small talk on the way. I even remember greeting the door clerk as we headed inside the hotel, up the elevator and into the room. Heh, the rented room I was getting from the corporation. And now I was going to use it to bang a coworker. Seemed fitting. Sticking it to the man or getting stuck rather.

Even before the door shut I found him in my arms. Or rather the other way around. His foot kicked the door closed, arms holding my lower back and his nose gently rubbing back and forth against mine. A quivering, shaking breath rumbling out of his chest like a low deep growl and I felt that humid air wash over my face. His breath smelled like dog biscuit.

Those smooth paw padded fingers slid under the back of my coat and pulled my shirt up to rub over my naked back making me move an inch closer from the contrast of the cold apartment room and that heated touch of those fingers. Dull nails dragged along the skin as another slow, deliberate breath escaped him and he tilted his head to the side to give one more hell of a kiss. He didn't need to ask, I think I was the one to lean in first.

I wasn't used to it, nor did I expect it. I thought we'd get in, jumped into bed, rip each others cloths off and be doing the nasty in a minute flat. It's sad. I can't remember the time I kissed someone I slept with. Because that made things real.

We stood there in front of the door for Five minutes, at least. And just kissed, held one another and no words were exchange. None were needed. Though a lot of groping molesting hands felt and squeezed one another. Mine mainly. His were smooth, gliding over my back and thighs and down to tightly grip my ass and pull me forcefully against him and his tail wagged as a gasping moan escaped me. Our lips never separated.

His hands roamed up and down my back and sides, each finger tracing the outline of my body, the lean curves and form of my back and shoulders. My own just rested on his bare, exposed chest after I had my fun. Gripping at it every now and then when there was that extra tingle of joy that coursed through me from his touch. His lips and his shuddering breath.

Said shudder breath filled the air. It was my own, this time, as he withdrew away from me. Flushed in the cheeks I just looked down at the chest I was tightly gripping, trying to calm my already electrified nerves. I didn't need to look down he was tall enough for my face to already be nearly touching it.

"Are you always so friendly?" My voice came out as a shaking whisper and I swallowed loudly afterward feeling parched and needed a thirsty drink of those lips, sweeter than honey, once more. My mind was fogged up with lust, yet I could have stayed kissing him throughout the whole night as if we were just stupid teenagers again.

There was a wag of a tail and a smile to his face but he didn't say anything more. He brushed a single finger across my cheek, just looking into my eyes.

"I plan to take you tonight." Richard said softly, abruptly interrupting the silence, and so forward, if he wasn't holding me, I would've taken a step back.

"Always so blunt?" I chuckled lightly. "And who says your top dog here?" I teased but got another pet of the cheek and those eyes looking at me made me falter. Strong, adamant eyes that made me feel weak in the knees. And I already seemed to know my place in the food chain here.

"If you let me." He whispered. "I won't do anything you don't want me too." There was something there, in his voice. Respect. That was the only word I could think of that defined that moment. Those words. It was kind of nice, to be asked for once rather than lewd innuendo, for sex. People had a habit of not just asking or saying it but rather trying to get the other to just assume it of the other person. Playing stupid childish games. That wasn't Richard.

To tell me what he was going to do, what he wanted and that I could refuse at any time? I simple no and this would all be over? And with Richard? I knew he wouldn't spite me for it, either. That was the kind of guy he was, the kind of dog. How was a man suppose to say no to something like that?

I've put out for less. And this time I wouldn't feel bad about it in the morning.

It wasn't heated, sweat dripping down your back but it was still a burning aching drive that made me kiss his lips once more. And all I could do to show my respect for what he had done. And he held me in that strong grip that continued to rub and touch my back. His fur was smooth, soft and musky; his touch exquisite, defined and purposeful. Each breath he took made his chest rise against my own and every second our lips touch made my heart pound furiously in my chest.

Richard waited until I said yes, not assuming anything. Not asking anything more until I told him that simple word. "Yes." And he smiled at me and I wanted to kiss him once more.

He guided me with a single hand, holding my own, further into the unlit room. Away from the door we had been standing in front of this whole time. The windows were open and the sign of the Hilton gave us enough light to make out more than just shadows but not enough to darkened those far below of the city or the stars high above. I could see out over the ocean as he held me from behind.

And here I assumed he would just toss me on the bed. The tease.

His lips touched my neck as he stood behind me and already I was trying not to groan at his touch. Those skillful fingers glided with their own kind of need, as they undid my shirt and roamed inside to feel over my stomach and chest. To just paw and grip, hold and touch against my bare body as he faced out over the window and held me securely in his arms. His muzzle rubbed against the side of my head once more and I remember he whispered my name.

Richard whispered something else in my ear that I can't recall. Something about how I felt in his arms. How good this was, how pleasant I smelled and how much he enjoyed being here with me this night. All I recall was that it was good and made me feel warm inside. His lips touched my neck once more before his muzzle rested on my shoulder, looking out over the city lights together.

Neither of us said anything then and there. And minutes rolled by.

I felt his chest on my back, heard the lumbering breaths he took and even through my suit felt the beating of his heart. Like a soft drum, excited but controlled. Richard fingers traced over my belly button, down and over my sides never straying below the belt. Though I knew he wanted too. His body was sealed behind my own and I could see, in the dim reflection before us, his tail wagging softly. And that smile on his face. So...content and happy. And I did all I could to carve that image into my memory to never forget it.

He waited for me. Never rushing or pushing past it until I moved. Turned around and pressed against his strong chest, felt those arms around me once more and I slid my own under his shirt to just hold his very body against mine. Squeezing, holding him against me. My head rested on his chest and I could hear, as well as feel, the lumbering breaths he took. And the sound of his heart beating. And it made me smile like he had, to know that I was here this night with him.

Richard's fur was a dark chocolate brown and was almost waxy to the touch, though smooth like silk and had a mild muskiness too it. He smelt like dog. Like man. And I loved it. It wasn't strong and I knew he showered often enough. It wasn't ripe. Just natural, like he was.

I kissed at that chest, if only once, before pulling away and looking into that face of his. Richard smiled down at me, petting over the side of my cheek once more with the back of his finger. "Do you want to move to the bed?" Richard asked softly, no louder than a breath.

I gave a single nod and those lips kissed the top of my forehead before we headed over, guided once more as if he were a dog leading the blind. To be fair I wouldn't mind doing it right there on the floor or be pushed back onto the table that had been shoved into the room, next to the window. Give him a view to look out as he fucked me, not having to look at me.

I wanted to rip my cloths off, do the same to him though, toss him onto his back and ride him like an antelope in heat. Richard didn't seem to have the same track of mind. Yet I could see him licking his dry lips and feeling the loud pulsing in the hand that held my own. Richard was as eager, if not more so, than myself.

With great care he stripped me of my jacket, of my shirt and looked over my chest. My body and just savored the feel, the touch of it for several moments as it wasn't his hands that looked over me but his eyes. Not turning the lights off (or in this case closing the curtains), not hiding under the covers or trying to avoid seeing me. Just looking at me with something that danced behind those eyes and a smile to his face as if he were trying to remember this moment in order to dream of it later. Or fab. Either or would've been an honor.

It made me shudder. That careful touch, under those unwavering eyes. I wasn't sure what to do in this occasion. I wanted him. Needed him. And it burned in my chest and at every one of his touches, every caress made me yearn even more for it. But he just wanted this. To look at me and see what he was crawling in bed with rather than drinking himself blind or trying to hide what was to happen.

Richard took his shirt off and allowed me to return the favor. Just look over his body. Some kind of ritual or something a canine-sapien did. I didn't mind. Because, lets face it, he looked like a super model from a sports magazine compared to me. He had strong shoulder, an ample chest and powerful but not thick arms. No more of a belly than my own that was sculpted with lean muscle. His fur was thick but smooth, only his chest and belly were what you could call fuzzy. Like a happy trail and hairy chest.

He moved to undo my belt and waited for my reply, my permission and with a nod he skillfully undid it the half second after. Opening it up and zipping it down before easing my pants off my sides and down to the floor. Richard waited for me to do the same for him and his tail wagged as I did. That smile never straying from his face.

I had a pair of tight forming briefs on and he had something that would put a jock strap to shame. Only twin straps held the hand sized cover over his groin, running underneath his legs and around his perky rear. It left very little to the imagination. A style of choice I assumed. I didn't ask as I gave him the once over. Yet, I could've spent all night looking over his body.

His legs were firm, strong like a runner but not bulging like a body builder. His calf's were much the same. His fur was thick on every inch of his body and only thinned out a bit over his groin; his inner most thigh was bare skinned (a smooth, creamy pale and grayish in color like that of a dog's). Richard wasn't ashamed in the least as he stood before me proudly but not boasting either. There was no arrogance in his face. I wavered though finally looking away and almost covering myself.

I wasn't doughie by any means but I knew I needed to work out more. A hand rubbed over my thigh and it made my hair stand on it, goose bumps forming where it had touched and spreading out like a small fire.

"You look good." Richard said as if to ease my worry but in those eyes he himself was enjoying it. The playful Richard I had met and known was gone and there was just this other man I hadn't known before. Deep, romantic and seriously engrossed in what was before him. Looking me over, to know what he was getting into bed with, I can't stress that enough in our culture. In this day and age. And specially in the gay community back home. And there wasn't even a second of stray doubt in those eyes like there was in mine. He wanted this, looked forward to it and was happy just being here with me. Me of all people this normal yet extraordinary dog could've been with anyone of his choosing.

I didn't say anything. I wanted to compliment him on his...package but I knew it'd come out odd and clumpy and make me feel like an even bigger fool than I already did or was. Richard either understood or didn't push the subject as his hands rested firmly on my thighs and thumbed my briefs. He lowered his head a bit to look, staring unabashed at my bulge before back up at me and even though he did that I was sure he wasn't rushing me. Just enjoying the show.

And a nod was more than he needed.

The chocolate lab didn't wait to slide them down slowly, still it was with great care and averted his eyes as I sprung out of the tight cloth as he knelt before me pulling the cloth with him as he sunk. I felt odd, naked like this. Exposed as I was fully before him. I stepped out of my last shred of clothing and with it my dignity and looked back at him.

With a simple click, he undid a strap and then the other side and let the jock strap fall to the ground and stood back up.

His groin was taken up fully by a rather large, plump sheath leaving a breath for a finger to slide down between it and his thighs. A heavy sack hung beneath it with twin tangerines rocking lightly back and forth inside. I tried not to stare but I did. Richard just smiled as he watched me. Reaching out a hand he took my own and brought it over to touch his bare thigh. In his natural prime, I didn't even compare to Richard.

It was lean and firm to the touch, that thigh, and the fur was just as smooth and warm if not more so being in pants all day. My fingers drifted over and my eyes shot up to look into that smiling face and he gave a single, encouraging nod before I touched him for the very first time.

It was soft, warm and I could feel the raw heat of it on my palm. The sheath could easily fill up my hand and still be visible if I tried to cover it just as the jockstrap had tried. It yielded to my fingers, spongy almost to the touch and the skin underneath was sleek, supple against my fingers but still firm. Richard quivered, just a bit, and took a slow sharp breath between his fingers as I felt his pride and joy quiver. It shook a bit and I could see the tip of his red spear poking free. I teased at the opening and got another sharp breath from the dog who had clenched his fist, before relaxing and letting that breath escape through his teeth. He was noticeably fighting it now. And I was just glad I could have that much effect on him.

I wanted to get down on my knees and pleasure him right there and then but he wanted his turn and who was I to deny his aching needs. I was his for the night and he didn't need to pay a single dime.

Where I had been hesitate, almost delicate with my touch. Richard was not. Both hands slid over my sides, gripping lightly as he stared down at me with a hungry curiosity. Rubbing a thumb over my already semi-hard uncut self, he murred low and deep an animal sound between a pleasurable groan and a growl. Fingers laced around me tightly and gave me a strong squeezing rub that made my whole body feel weak. His other hand had snaked between my legs, under my sack to touch at the very end, where the sack met the flesh and with his whole palm lifted it up to rub with his fingers. I was putty to play with in those hands.

"You are so beautiful," Richard said with a hot breath. And coming from anyone else fondling my junk, I would've taken it as a mocking insult. "May I?" He asked, pleaded and begged for permission. I appreciated the respect but sometimes a man needs to be raped at times when he's teased so much. I gave a nod and the first hand withdrew to place against my chest, firmly and gave me a strong, guiding shove back onto my rear.

I sat at the edge of the bed as Richard crouched down before me. My legs were already opened as that muzzle drew close, rubbing it's cheek against my inner thigh, and a warm, sultry breath graced over my groin making me grip the sheets as my own manhood stood up proudly before him now. Displaying itself for his sake and not my own.

A cold, wet, bumpy nose pushed against my sack, underneath it and took a slow breath of me. My body. My core and Richard was the one to groan loudly, not myself. He nosed some more, kissing each orb with a loving care that would put a mother's love for a child to shame. Then his muzzle opened, teeth bared, tongue rolling out and even before I had the thought to stop him, the dog had lapped one of my balls into his hungry muzzle.

Tugging lightly Richard just held it like a tennis ball in his snout, rolling it back and forth and tasting every inch of it, drenching it in saliva and, with closed eyes, seemed to be thinking nothing else but of it. Of me. My body and the things he wanted to do to it. Or that's what I hoped for looking down between my legs at the snout pressing against me. I hadn't been working much but it still had been several hours since my last shower. I guess all I needed was a good dog tongue bath.

The other orb was lapped over as the first slid out with a slurp, covered in a coat of dog drool. The second too was consumed with a hungry and almost playful need of a dog wanting to grab a tennis ball. His nose pressed against the curls I had and took another slow, deep breath of me and groaned out as he let my other ball slide free before pulling away and up.

Licking his lips Richard stood back up, his eyes half clouded with lust and a wry grin on his face. One hand was still on my thigh.

Those lips pushed against me, harder than before but not rough. Just, passionately as he slowly climbed up onto the bed, onto me and kissed me more and more giving into those building desires already plaguing me. Gripping at my back as he slowly took a seat in my lap; letting his heavy sack slide between my legs, letting his full plump sheath grind against my own cock and pushed against me until his whole weight was on me, and I was on my back.

"You taste amazing," he breathed as our lips parted and he kissed me once more. "You smell amazing." He licked his lips, swallowing again and kissing me a third time. "You feel amazing." And his hand gripped tightened on my own, holding it and never seeming to wanting to let go. "I need you," he growled deep and low the sound he had made the first time I pulled his tail. "Please, let me have you." He almost begged but it came off more of a demand than a plea. And it made me begin to pre. His lips brushed against my ear as another warm shuddering breath escaped him. "Let me inside you," and a nail trailed down my stomach slowly, deliberately so. "Let me tie with you this night."

I just nodded wanting it, possibly, more than he did.

Richard guided me back up onto the bed and I didn't refuse or fight. He situated the pillows for me, made sure we had enough room before lazing out on me, hugging, holding and pressed himself against my naked form with his own. Our lips met but not for long.

He kissed and licked everything he could reach, pushing and touching and gripping and squeezing with his hands as he huffed and panted open muzzle now as he just needed that physical touch with me. Almost seeming to want nothing more than to grind our bodies together endlessly this night. Our legs tangled up, our hands entwined and once more those lips pushed, roughly this time, against my own and he groaned. Low and deep a sound that echoed from his muzzle and into my mouth.

Arcing his back he moved backwards away from me, almost whining as he pulled away. I wasn't sure why until I felt those skilled fingers lace around my now solid self and give it an encouraging tug. And I sat up for him, arching my back a bit so I could angle down and I swallowed loudly seeing what he wanted.

I figured he'd be full, rigid and bobbing for attention by now. He wasn't. His head was barely poking from it's home and apparently it'd take far more stimulation to get the badger to come out. That or he was far more controlled than I ever could be. Or just a giant tease. All the above as far as I was concerned in this moment in time.

My already flaring head was brought down to the sleek opening of his sheath and before I even had a time to take a breath he slid it in, humping slightly and I felt a jolt of pleasure run up through me. It was warm, smooth and put fleshlights to shame. It was a living, practically breathing place that throbbed as his own cocked groaned a sigh of pleasure from my own rubbing underneath it. It flexed and tightened, forming around me before relaxing once more.

I slid half of my seven incher inside and felt Richard holding my arms, his eyes closed, head bowed and I watched as his face twitched and moved so lightly I wasn't sure it did in the dim light we had. Richard breath was heavy and low and the only reaction he really gave was to use one hand to guide me further inside of his body. An ear flickered there and his whiskers moved here and I was sure his damp nose had grown suddenly dry. As he cooed low and deep at the feel of me inside.

His sheath stretched to house my own length and I felt another pulsing throb from his burning hot member, rubbing against the top of my own. It made me match his groan with my own and I could only clench my hands into fists to prevent myself from finishing right there and then. My lower head brushed against his forming knot and slow, and deliberate, I began humping into him, into it. That got a reaction.

Grinding and pushing against that sensitive spot underneath made the dog flex, tensing as his jaw clamped shut and his hand tightened on my arm. Several inches of him spilled out and the already cramped space was beginning to tighten even more as he continued to slide free, growing in the process.

Richard seemed to have the thought to just leave me there but I pulled back and out, bobbing free to clash with his own five inch exposed, glistening length of him. It was still getting thicker and more was pulling free of the tight sheath. Richard was panting now, no words were exchanged as he moved a few inches closer and began rubbing himself against me. Every inch of his dogness. It was smooth, veins throbbed on it's underbelly and it was only getting bigger as he pushed against me, against my own.

A hand rubbed at my face and brought my eyes up to meet his once more. He kissed me there, so deeply he stole my breath away. His lips were so warm and tender and unbridled lust was spilling forth against me, his tongue once more in my mouth. And all I could do was groan against him in defeated pleasure. As we broke apart I found myself without breath, voice or thoughts. And he just gave a wry smile, petting over my cheek some more and staring deeply into my eyes. His own danced with a playful energy. That was the Richard I knew.

Gripping my thighs he pulled me sharply, roughly down between his legs and once more I found myself on my back. Even before I could blink my mind back into focus I found a rather large fuzzy sack falling over my eyes. The thick sheath rubbed against my nose and that slick, fat member pushed against my lips and chin, drizzling out a clear hot fluid onto my neck and chest. And Richard just tea bagged me as he pushed his groin down onto me.

A slurp made me shudder, gasp and groan into his groin that had pushed more into my face, covering every inch now it seemed. A cold nose brushed my sack as that thick, large tongue licked over me once more, my whole length vanishing easily into his muzzle, grayish black charcoal lips wrapping around it and a tongue that constricted around me like an anaconda. Giving the whole thing a pleasurable tugging suck as his head bobbed up and down slowly, each time his fudge brown nose pressed against my sack. He was skilled and held no restraint as he had before. That thick, wide tongue lapped against my pre'ing head and over every inch of it covering it in his panting drool.

I tried to return the favor but his length was rubbing against my cheek now, the side of my lips and chin, leaking even more onto my neck and chest. His sack was nearly moist to the touch and that dog-man musk was stronger than ever before. The heat off his groin was making me sweat and his slathering, ragged breath on my crouch made me groan against him, just between his legs, once more and I got a hump of a approval for it.

I licked, kissed and touched everything I could for him in turn; just gripping his firm rear and pulling him against me as that snout pleasured me so. And by the end of it I think he was just licking my whole crotch. I couldn't see. The feel of it might as well have been him devouring me alive. I was sure, at one point I had cum but that only seemed to spur him on more.

Richard moved off without warning, moving back around and looking at me. His butt wagged with his tail and all fours he crouched above me, licking his nose before lazing out over my stomach and chest, his chin nearly touching the damp pre he had left on me. The chocolate lab was still panting, open maw and the grin on his face had widened. He kept slurping his lips as if someone had snuck in a spoon full of peanut butter but we both were aware as to why. Richard just wagged his butt more as he swallowed. His hands rubbed at my sides and thighs each finger gripping it tightly and pulling me sharply against him; his chest grinded against my aching dripping groin that was doing all it could to stand tall and proud for him. He didn't even mind as I leaked over his chest, the aftermath still dribbling between us.

His tongue lounged out of his mouth, lazily so before doing me the courtesy of licking my chest and neck clean of the sticky mess he had left. And didn't stop there. He licked over my whole chest with slow, caressing presses of his hot, I was sure larger than it had been before, tongue. It seemed to have swelled, engorged just like his doghood had. He licked over a nipple, before the other and then over my neck. His muzzle opened and I held my breath as Richard bit, lightly, against my shoulder.

His jaw clamped shut as he moved closer, arcing his back and giving several short quick humps against me before stopping, licking his muzzle and looking down at me. His breath washed over my face as he bumped noses again and he let out a low, growling murr once more those eyes fluttering shut. And we spent the next several minutes just rubbing against one another, I'm sure for my own sake as he was still willing and ready to go for round two, three, four and five.

His eyes had dilated as they lazily drifted back open and such his pupils were far larger than before. They danced with excitement, lust and joy as Richard looked at me. His muzzle dipped and I figured I'd get another kiss but got a slurping lick of his tongue as he settled down on top of me once more, hugging and holding me tightly in his arms. I felt his rigid member rubbing at my thigh and over my stomach.

Richard groaned my name with a low deep growl in my ear, and began a slow routine of long stroking humps, his shaft gliding over my already slick thigh and his pre soaking my groin and stomach. Panting hotly into my ear and nipping at it some more, he whispered my name. Sweetly and with care as it rolled off his tongue, nosing me afterwards cutely. His hands rubbed against me, hard. And his groin was still pressing against my own as he rocked back and forth against me with the roll of the hips every now and then. And we shared a low groaning moan together.

"Alex," he whispered softly standing back up a bit and looking down at me. I was sure he was drooling but my eyes were focused only on his own. "How do you want to do this?" A simple question that took my mind several minutes to crack the code for.

"Whatever way you want." I offered weakly wanting nothing more than to reach up, wrap my arms around his neck and pulled him back against me.

Richard gave a soft nodding whine and licked his lips before moving back a few more paces. He gave me the once over and I could see in his head the gears trying to move quickly to figure out the dilemma. I wasn't sure what the issue was until the light glistened off his flag pole.

It glistened with pre, the dark shaft looking like an obelisk in the light. It stood tall, resting against his own stomach rising and falling lightly with his deep breaths. And I could see the issue. The size of it was...big. It'd put some porno actors to shame. It was slick though and I could wrap my fingers around it easily enough, the girth and sheer length of it made up for what the head lacked in mass. Let alone for his sack tightened just underneath the now loose, empty sheath. And the knot at the base was still forming, growing and had nearly been trapped inside his own sheath. The spear tip lowered and he tried to position himself before frowning.

"Do you need me too..." I offered motioning to turn over, get on all fours like his bitch and have him live up to his ancestral name of doggie style.

There was a shake of his head though and he bit his lip. "Ok," he motioned for me to move aside. And I did.

He adjusted the pillows before sitting down where I had been before seconds before. Propping himself up, he turned to look at me, his hips rolling open as he did so, and then patted his lap like Santa Claus.

"Take a seat," he tried to be sweet, soft but the lust to his voice was dripping from every word just like his head was.

I moved above him, a bit worried to be honest, and was about to try and arrange things when an arm laced around my lower back and pulled me against his chest, his lips kissing my belly.

"Relax," his voice was soft now. "We'll go slow. It only hurts at first." And I gave him a nod and he gave my belly another kiss before holding my thighs and helping guide me down.

That glistening tip poked against me. Richard held tight and I didn't moved further as he lubed me up with semi half circled. The pre was so warm and slick that I knew, as long as I was with him, we'd never need any lube. Natural was best when it came to Richard anyways.

He moved a bit, adjusted my position, before slowly guiding himself in and me down. It wasn't as painful as I thought, that slick tip easily guiding inside, forcing it open for the rest of his ever growing length that throbbed. I could feel the length convulse and a squirt of pre slicken my insides as several inches were slid in.

Richard stopped and gave me time to adjust. It didn't take long and he began again at the smile I gave him. He was thick, stretching my body slowly, forcefully for him and I was panting heavily by the end of it as I sat on his knot.

"That wasn't so bad." I huffed, giving him a tight squeeze. He convulsed again and more of the thicken pre, lubed my tail hole for him.

Richard didn't reply as he held my thighs, his thumbs rubbing over them and just giving me the once over again. Slowly looking up from my groin to my face and back down.

I gave another squeeze, and pull, and Richard growled low because of it. He humped then and I soon learned why he had warned me.

Stars danced in front of my eyes as, with a sharp punching pain, his knot forced its way in and that made me both gasp, groan and moan a mix of pain, pleasure and discomfort. With a rough tug I was pulled down into his lap and I found myself sitting on him. His length throbbed inside me, stretching me more as the knot swelled rapidly and all I could do was bite my lower lip and wait for it to subside. It never really did.

"There," Richard huffed and he was panting open maw once more. He licked his lips. "Sorry about that." He said, a low growl to his voice. His eyes were half closed, each eye slightly glazed over. And that tongue licked out to slap against the side of his cheek. "Oooh," he groaned low. "You are just so purty, boy." And I chuckled at the drawl and bent down, wincing as his length held rigid, keeping me firmly in place.

Richard bent his hips and brought our lips to each other once more.

"Dork," I chuckled looking down at him. He licked my nose in turn.

He didn't keep me there for long and soon laid back down and I was forced to go with him, I was able to (semi) rest against his chest. Hugging him as his hips began to roll and rock back into me. Every now and then he'd give a short series of low, quick humps before relaxing into those long sensual ones that made my already spent member stand back up and dribble from the tip.

I was tied to him. My rear was forced to move with him, with his humps, when he pulled back and there wasn't nothing I could do as that massive knot held firm inside me.

Richard held me throughout the night and I'm not sure how long he went. It was voluptuous throughout the hour or more that passed. He kissed at me, licked every now and then and held me in his strong arms. We moved from one side to the other and I just rested against him the whole time as he humped slow and deep inside me. I was sure the pre would leak out eventually from the non-stop stream of it.

I wasn't sure when but I think the sun was coming up when that muzzle clamped onto my shoulder once more and the serious of slow humps began to pick up. A steady pace that began shaking the very bed we laid on. His arms tightened on me, hugging and holding me against him as he growled further and began picking up the pace.

The bed creaked in protest, and I groaned loudly. Richard's ears picked up at the sound and his lips pulled up in an even wider smile as he kept the pace up. Before almost wildly, animalistically pumping into me faster and stronger, painfully arousing. His hands gripped at my back tightly and I was sure it would be bruised in the morning. His jaws closed a bit more and though no blood was drawn I was going to have a row of hickies in the form of teeth marks by tomorrow.

Richard's breathed against me before sucking one sharply between his teeth. His body shuddered, tightened and shook. His soft brownie eyes clamping shut and fingers dug into my back. And with a low, deep howl began to series of humps that announced his finish.

Thick ribbons, cascaded inside of me. I could feel every throbbing release and with it the thick cream pouring into my body. His length rippled over and over again as powerful sprays of his man juices filled my bucket.

It was hot, thick and made me moan loudly at the feel of him releasing inside me. Barebacking was best for a reason. I gripped at the bed, moving my head away and to the side and just tightened my jaw as those powerful humps continued afterwards forcing every single drop into me and I gasped as they slowed down to a steady tremor.

A tongue touched my shoulder, licking over the spot he had bit me. I looked down in time to get that tongue to wipe over my face. And against my lips before his own pushed against it. My arms wrapped around his neck and he held me with his hands as we kissed once more. Our breaths were shaking after and we pulled away from one another to look at each other.

I tried to pull further away but a sharp tug at my rear made me look down.

I had finished once more during the whole thing and had made several white droplets on the front of Richard's chest. I gave another tug and winced as Richard moved with me.

"Your not going anywhere." Richard practically purred petting my face with a hand. I gave another tug and he chuckled a bit. "Literally." He added and looked down. I was sure he forced another rippling, burst of pre to spray out as he pet over my lower stomach with his fingers. "Your stuck to me." He added looking up with a wry smile.

I just frowned and pushed his face away as I laid back and covered my own with a groan.

It was too early in the morning for this.

Richard laid back down and nuzzled underneath my chin with his muzzle. His strong arms wrapped around me and I returned the favor. We held each other all night, our legs wrapping together and tangled ourselves in the sheets before both of us drifted off to sleep.

I can't remember the last time I had this much fun with someone. And I was glad it could be Richard.