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The GreenMount Chronicles, Chapter 11 "Play"

Calvin's second experience with Mike began with -- of all things -- a trip to the mall to buy clothes. He was on his way to The Gap, when suddenly he was in a headlock with one big muscular arm around his neck. It only lasted a moment, then he was released, and he turned around. Mike was there, grinning.

"Hey buddy," said Mike, who wore a thin muscle shirt tank top, which showed off his big shoulders. He flexed one arm, his bicep hardening into a cannonball of dark fur. His thick forearm tapered to a thin wrist, then expanded to a big hand with pink pads which, Calvin believed, would never hurt a fly. "What's up?" He asked when he was done posing.

Cal shrugged. He wasn't a small dalmatian, but he was definitely smaller than the big dog. "Just buying clothes. How about you?"

Mike replied, "Was a nice day, thought I'd go out." He brightened. "Wanna come over? I live right by here!"

Calvin scratched his chin. "I dunno."

"Aww come on, nobody's home and we have a pool, so we could swim naked! I love wrestlin' around in the water."

"OKAY!"

Ten minutes later they were at the front door of Mike's house.

"You live here?" Cal asked, with some surprised. The house was three stories, it was in the rich part of the neighborhood, and it was beautiful. He could see around back on the way there, it had a large in ground pool.

Mike pushed opened the door and they entered a very large and well-decorated foyer. "Sure do. Mom and dad are gone for a week on business. They make a shit-load of money."

The moment Mike got in the door he began stripping his clothes off, leaving a trail across of shirt, shoes, socks, shorts, and boxers across the floor.

"Uhh... Mike?" Calvin said. "What are you doing?"

Mike turned to him, completely naked. "Don'tcha wanna swim naked? It's the best, dude. Get your clothes off."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah dude, we've seen each other naked before, remember?"

"Definitely."

the day was hot, and it felt good to get into the cool water. They swam for a while, and talked, and threw around a beach ball. Mike liked to grab Cal and throw him under water playfully. He was very physical, and before long they were laughing and wrestling around in the water, a tangle of arms and legs and fur.

There was a huge raft in the middle of the pool, and they climbed onto it, legs outstretched, facing each other.

"You havin' fun?" Mike asked.

"Lots," Cal said, smiling. At first he was nervous that someone would see them, naked, but there were no neighbors close by, and there were trees all around their yard. The privacy was great.

"You got small feet," Mike said suddenly.

Calvin looked down at his outstretched footpaws. "I guess so," he said.

Mike grinned. "What do you think of mine?" He held up his big wet paws and flexed his toes.

Cal shrugged. "They're cool, I guess." As far as Cal was concerned they might have been talking about the weather. But Mike seemed really interested in the conversation.

"But do you think they're big?" the rottweiler asked. He slid them forward and pressed them onto the smooth pads of Cal's feet. They did outsize them by quite a bit.

"Why?" Cal asked.

"My buddies and I--" Mike stopped. "We was talkin' about it a couple weeks ago. I like havin' big feet."

Cal thought the situation was funny. To Calvin, being naked with Mike and playing with him had been monumental, something to talk about and fully experience. But to Mike it had been just regular fun, just something to do that he enjoyed.

Now it was the reverse. Mike obviously liked paws, and he wanted to show them off to Calvin; he expected Cal to make a fuss over it. But for Calvin it was no big deal. Like everything else on Mike's body, his feet were big, strong, and good-looking. It wasn't a secret or anything special to Cal.

He lifted Mike's left foot into his hands and looked at it. "Yeah, they're big, dude. Why's that so cool?"

"I never thought about 'em before," Mike said, clearly happy to be acknowledged for it. "But now I do. It's fun to compare, just to... I dunno, play with 'em."

He smiled. "Wanna go inside and shower off?"

Cal nodded. "Sure," he said, as he climbed off the raft. Remembering what had happened between them, he expected Mike to try to recreate it. But he didn't invite Calvin to shower with him. Instead, when he was done, he toweled himself dry and tossed the towel to the dalmatian. "Your turn," he said.

Cal showered at length, going over in his mind again the sight of Mike naked in the school shower, of Mike wet in the pool, of him flexing, of the way he looked when he came.

He realized that yeah, he loved Mike. But there ware different degrees of love-- this was a love for his innocent brawn, for his energy and sexuality. He wasn't "in" love-- he didn't want to spend his life with the big dog, but he did want to run in there, pounce on him, and then kiss him on the lips, on his chest, and on the base of his cock, anywhere to make him feel good-- even his big footpaws, if Mike asked him to.

He tried to put these thoughts away as he got out of the shower.

But as soon as he stepped into Mike's bedroom, he dropped his towel, and his mouth fell open.

Mike was naked, laying back on the bed, propped up on one elbow, his abs defined beautifully. He was toying slightly with his balls, cupping them, letting the orbs roll in their furry sack. His muscular legs were draped over the covers languidly, and he was looking down at his cock as though he'd never seen it before.

When he heard Calvin enter, he looked up at him with his big brown eyes, a beautiful puppy dog expression that was at once innocent and seductive.

"Wanna play?" he asked softly.

"Fuck, Mike," Calvin whispered shakily, taken aback. He was vaguely aware that his cock was jutting out like an iron rod between his legs.

"What?" Mike asked, tilting his head a little.

Calvin walked slowly to the bed and sat down. "Yeah Mike, I wanna play."

Mike grinned. "Great," he said. He picked up a bottle that was sitting on the bed. It was clear, an oil lubricant. "I never got to pay ya back for whatcha did in the shower."

He overturned the bottle and let the clear liquid pour out onto his hand. Some ran off onto the sheets but he caught most of it, making a fist for a moment. When he opened his hand again, it was shiny and wet with the slick lube. "Just think how this is gonna feel on yer dick."

Calvin bit his lip. He was so very hard, and he really could imagine how good it would feel, and he wanted it. He tried to remember the last time someone had done this for him, actually reciprocated... but he couldn't remember. And no one like Mike ever had. This was a first. And he was full of lust at the thought of his cock being held by the large, smooth, warm hand. Sometimes lust and arousal well up inside the body, in the gut, and tingle like fear, but stronger, nearly palpable.

Calvin breathed shakily, "Okay."

And then he watched the big doggie paw close on his shaft. Mike's strong, slippery fingers curled around the flesh, gripping it tightly, and since they were so slick, they slid down the length of it a bit, gliding along the skin.

Calvin gasped out loud. He felt every millimeter of his pole as it was swallowed up in the gripping, slippery tunnel. Mike didn't waste any time; he began to slowly slide it up and down, frictionlessly covering it like a tight sleeve.

Mike was watching Calvin's face, grinning.

Calvin leaned back on his hands, watching through the haze of lust. He was actually glad that it often took him a while to cum. He wanted this to last.

He let one leg hang over the edge of the bed, while the other foot rested on the opposite knee, facing Mike. The big dog took Cal's foot in his hand, placing his free palm flat against it, feeling the smooth pads.

Calvin shivered. The slick skin continued to glide up and down, riding his cock, and for a long time he just watched this, half delirious, filled with pleasure so good it almost hurt. His legs spread, he let his eyes trail over the muscles in Mike's arm which tensed each time his hand lowered, and raised.

"Buff puppy," he whispered, not realizing he had done so.

Mike heard him, and grinned again. "You like that, huh? Check this out."

His hand left Calvin's foot, and he raised his arm, flexing his bicep. It became round and firm, cords of muscle standing out on his shoulders and his chest. His other hand kept jerking him off, more quickly now.

Mike put his hand behind his head, elbow in the air, and hunched over a little, making his abs stand out.

This display, along with the slippery doggie paw stroking him rhythmically, never missing a beat, sent him over the edge even before he realized it was happening. He sat up fully, and cried out (funny, he realized afterward, no one ever made him cry out before, that was what he did to everyone else).

From the tip of his cock shot out several spurts of cum, one after another, and he fell back onto the bed, riding these waves of pleasure He literally could not think for almost a full minute, he just kept cumming, and Mike happily kept rubbing away, milking Cal's dick until the last little trickle of juice stopped flowing.

And then it was through, and he spread his arms out on the bed, realizing how hot he felt, how high his body temperature must be. And the air felt cool around him. The bed was soft.

Afterglow. How could he forget what this was like? It seemed impossible, but he had, nonetheless. Everything seemed wonderful. And Mike... he loved Mike. He'd do anything for that big, gorgeous rottweiler.

"Thanks, Mike, I really needed that," he said happily. "What can I do for you in return?"

Mike repositioned himself, laying on the bed next to Cal. "Aww, don't worry about it, Cal," he said. "It was fun."

The big rottweiler looked down at himself. "I got some of your sticky stuff on me now, though, so I'm gonna have to get another shower. You wanna wash my back for me?"

Calvin grinned. "Mike, I'll wash any part of you that you want. Twice."

Mike grinned. "Deal."