Leopold went a Jacking
'If found, please return to Leopold Jacen.'
Not very likely, that, the big, brawny canine grinned at the thought. He flipped past the fly leaf in this particular collection of erotica. Not very likely he'd have it in public to be lost. Not very likely anyone would return it, if he lost it. It was a good collection.
The white and black mottled dane sprawled casually in his big, comfy armchair, one knee hooked over the thickly padded arm, massive foot paw bouncing idly. The way he sat, legs spread, tail tucked under his firm, rounded rump, stretched the thin white linen fabric of his shorts across the prominent bulge of a partial sheath, rising in a thick ridge beneath the almost sheer material. It cupped and supported two more large lumps, positioned just below the jutting mound and peeking out of the gap between the linen and a large black patch the covered the inside of his right thigh. He held the book in one massive hand, pages trapped between his long, oddly delicate pinky and thumb. The other scratched at the pure, snowy white fur stretching across the hard, defined planes of his abdomen. Unconsciously the fingers of that hand picked out the permanently dyed fur, in tones of green limned and shadowed in black ink, that trailed across his belly and back up across his chest, over his shoulder and behind his neck to root above his heart. The fingers followed the climbing ivy vine, hung with the blooms of peace lilies picked out across his bleached fur in darker shades of bone and gold, followed it up to his chest to circle around a pink nipple, bringing it to life.
Bottomless sky blue eyes searched the table of contents, looking for a particular story. His handsome, thick muzzle parted slightly, for his thick pink tongue to snake out and wet his coal colored nose above a kindly, if absorbed, grin. Pages flipped with the soft rustle of paper on paper. His eyes scanned the pages, widening in interest as he found his target. He began to read, the tip of his tail idly twitching the inside of his thigh.
"Jon took Gabe in his arms, laying him across the spread coverlet gently," he read in a deep, bass rumble. The thick bulge in his shorts began to stir, slowly, like some great cat stretching up from a nap. His free hand slid across his broad chest the other nipple, nearly lost in the mass of dyed fur surroundin the space above his heart. The soft pink nub mounded up in the midst of astrological symbols etched in blues the color of stone, serving as the anchor for the roots of the vine that crawled across the majority of his torso. Capricorn and Pices were there, as well as Aries, and Sagittarius. In the center of the arcane circle, displayed prominently and directly atop his heart, was the smooth curves of Leo. "He carefully, even delicately removed Gabe's pants and tight gray briefs, drawing them down the young man's smooth legs and off his feet. A beautiful, six and a half inch length of turgid flesh sprang to life, pulsing with desire. Gabe moaned softly."
Leo paused, his grin spreading in amusement. He loved the word turgid. How many times had is come up in his own dirty writings? The bulge in his shorts pulsed in time with his heart, not yet fully erect but more than adequate in its size even then. The hand not holding his book slid down into his shorts, knuckles flashing briefly in the space between pant leg and thigh as he cupped his own large, full balls.
"Jon stood back for a moment, gazing at the love of his life with absolute admiration. Even at thirty the man had the body of an eighteen year old boy, smooth and soft and infinitely defined. He popped the fly of his own slacks and let them drop, eight solid inches of man flesh flopping out. Gabe grinned and crooked at finger at his big daddy. Jon stepped out of the puddle of boxers and slacks, and pinned Gabe to the bed on his back. The thick length pulsing between the cheeks of his tight little ass, Gabe moaned again, rubbing his hole against Jon's cock. His heels caught behind Jon's hips, and he leveraged himself up."
The dane caught a breath between his teeth and let it out slowly, his powerful fingers wrapped around his fully hardened cock. He tugged on his partial sheath until all eight and a half inches rose from the waist band of his shorts, hot pink and pulsing, leaking a mess of pre-ejaculate. Delicate finger tips played in the puddle of goo, slicking the proportionally thick rod all along its length before gripping it at its base, around where a swelling knot was forming. Leo's jaw dropped slightly, and he began to pant, and his voice had taken on a definite hint of huskiness as he read on.
"Jon ground his hard rod in the cleft of Gabe's ass for several minutes, holding him close, kissing his neck and shoulders. He finally let go and pulled away, his hands clasping the undersides of his partner's thighs and rolling him backwards on his shoulders. Gabe's pink star winked at him, pulsing in time with the man boy's desire. Jon leaned forward, placed a gentle kiss on the underside of Gabe's tight balls, and plunged his tongue into the tight, warm ring." Leo's hand slid smoothly up the shaft of his own 'turgid length,' his thumb collecting another pool of the precum that leaked freely from the head of his pointed shaft. He rubbed it in circles around his piss slit, slicking the area, coating the head in lubricant. He then placed the glistening head in his palm, and began working it in small, tiny twists and flicks of his wrist. The massive canine groaned again, and kept reading.
"Gabe gasped and murmured something that might have been 'I love you' under his breath, his head lolling back and his hips thrusting upwards against Jon's palms. Jon worked his tongue in tight circles, spearing the tight hole, working and worming deeper and deeper inside. He constantly worked his jaws to build up spit, depositing it in Gabe's clenching ring with each pass." Leo's paw began working more seriously, sliding up and own his thick meat with a slow, steady determination. Each time he reached the base, his digits gripped the rapidly expanding knot, his cock bouncing against his flexing abdomen. "Jon leaned back, away from Gabe's hole, and spit on the moist ring. He then slid forward on his hands and knees, settling Gabe's ankles on his shoulders and placing the fleshy head of his cock right on top of the puckering star. He spit again, coating tip with slick, phlegmy goo. Gabe twisted a bit and nodded his head, catching Jon's eye. Jon loved to look him deeply in the eye as he entered."
The dane's jaw opened further as he panted, wide pink tongue flapping across his chin as he sucked air into his lungs. His balls bounced in his shorts as he began to furiously tug and pound on his meat. He continued reading. "Jon slowly began to sink inside his lover, tender but inexorable. Inch after inch sank into the gently yielding flesh, Gabe's head thrown back as he loudly, unconcernedly moaned in pleasure. When their balls met, Jon exhaled sharply, a breath he didn't even know he held. Gabe rolled his shoulders and arched his back, taking the last finger width of his partner's cock as deeply as he could. Jon didn't pause, immediately drawing out and sliding back in, growling tender nothings to Gabe, murmuring his love. He built pace quickly, Gabe's pulsing cock bouncing between their bellies. In seconds he was drawing the length of his thick meat out of Gabe's clenching hole to the head, and slamming back in. As he worked to fulfill his own pleasure, Jon grabbed hold of his partner's bouncing cock and began pounding it in time with his thrusts." The canine's paw worked the entire length of his massive shaft in time to the lovers' fucking in his head.
"They grunted and sweat for what seemed like hours. Beads of perspiration formed on Jon's forehead and smeared across Gabe's narrow chest as he leaned forward. They kissed like those deeply in love, tongues playing from one mouth to the other. Suddenly Gabe's breath caught, his eyes going wide. Thin streams of white exploded from his cock head, spraying across his stomach. Gabe's hole clenched down like a vice, and Jon exploded in the tight recesses of his hole..." The rest of the page Leo knew my heart, his clear blue eyes squeezing closed. With a howl like a beast in pain or the depths of pleasure, he exploded. Thick, sticky ropes of milky white cum exploded from his swollen cock, hitting him under his chin, tangled in the black patch of fur and dangling. His thick fingers found the painfully swollen knot and clenched it as blast after blast rolled out, coating his chest and stomach. His tongue hung from his mouth like a man at the gallows, breath sucked into his lungs in massive gulps. An eternity passed in the blink of an eye, wrapped as he was in pleasure. Slowly his heart beat decreased, his entire body still wrapped in the euphoric afterglow.
"Leo! Leo, are you ok?" a voice called, and the big dog became aware of a furious pounding on his trailer door. He hopped out of his chair, big, pointed ears brushing the ceiling of his bedroom. He snatched a nearby towel up and began furiously rubbing the sticky goop out of his fur, squeezing his well built six foot eight inch frame trough the door and heading for the front. Ruefully, he grinned. His cock was still swollen in his linen shorts. Other stories awaited him in the book he'd tossed hurriedly on his bed. Not for the first time, Leopold reflected on the inconveniences of having your family for neighbors. The stories would have to wait. More importantly, he had to find a way to hide his arousal behind the thin aluminum front door. Family could be such a pain.