Eric gifts his cherry
#5 of Eric the mouse
Eric smiled, today was Samson's birthday, the mastiff's 20th, and Eric knew what he was going to give the love of his life. Eric smiled as he sat up in the bed; he was on Samson's broad chest and smirked as he saw the massive tent in the sheets.
Eric chuckled; the mastiff was perfect, kind, silly, and loyal and also enjoyed cheesy zombie flicks. Eric smirked; Samson was spread eagle on the bed, mouth open, and tongue hanging out. However, what drew the mouse's attention was lower.
Eric pulled off the sheet with a smile. Like everything else about the mastiff, he had a "Mass-Stiff". The organ was easily 7 inches long, most likely 9 or 10; Samson had been too embarrassed to let the mouse measure it. However, what made the cock most fitting was its thickness, even with two hands; Eric couldn't fit his paws around it. The head was a wedge-shaped triangle, covered with veins. It was fire brick red; Eric had talked Samson into getting paint chips for the "proper name." Eric himself was coral pink.
Samson's knot was a large round mass of flesh, about as round as a bocce ball. Eric licked his lips as he looked lower, and saw the two massive orbs. Each testicle was the size of Eric's fists. They hung low in the scrotum and were quite heavy. Eric chuckled, as much as he wanted to molest his pooch; he had a birthday to plan!
Samson woke an hour later and stretched, frowning as he saw Eric had left. Samson shuffled to the bathroom and was surprised to see a note Dear Samson, no whacking off today, you will ruin your surprise. Samson smirked as he stepped into the shower, turning the water a little colder then normal to help out.
Samson stepped out of the shower and began to dry off when he found another note Dear Woofy, no clothes for you; I have a sweet tooth for eye candy.
Samson chuckled as he dried off, Eric was odd at times but he was Samson's little mouse! Samson was surprised when he walked into the kitchen; laid out was his favorite breakfast, skim milk with biscuits and gravy, served with sausage.
Samson ate with a mild blush on his face as the drafty air kissed his still drying fur. He kept hearing skittering paws, which let him be relaxed, it meant Eric didn't leave him alone for the day; rather, he was planning something.
Samson washed his dishes when he saw an arrow point to the living room. Following it, he saw a square thing wrapped in silver wrapping paper with his name on it. He unwrapped it and smiled, inside lay the collector's edition of an obscure show he watched.
Samson spent the next hours on a wild goose chase, following arrows all over the house before one pointed out the back porch. Samson blushed as he walked out back. His home was in a clearing in the woods and next neighbor was a mile away.
Samson blushed as he followed the path out to the shed and opened the small jewelry box on the work bench and gasped. Inside was what he had wanted, the Warhammer symbol of Chaos, it was arrows pointing in all directions. It was made of antiquated silver with an antiquated gold boss in the center.
Samson was surprised, how on earth did that mouse know he wanted this? Samson smiled as he put the black lever throng around his neck; tail wagging as he saw it fit perfectly.
As Samson walked back inside, he grinned, there, out on the table, was a pineapple pizza! Alongside it was a 2 liter bottle of sprite.
As Samson ate, he heard the skittering paws again along with a giggle. Samson was surprised when he saw another arrow as he cleaned up and spent the next hour going around in circles outside before finding a bag of his favorite candy, circus peanuts, with a note Don't eat them all at once dear.
As Samson headed back in, he saw laid out was his favorite meal, tortellini pesto. As he ate, he read the note next to the plate Dessert is in the bedroom but first you gotta wash your furry ass.
Samson chuckled as he ate and upon doing the dishes, headed to the bathroom. As he stepped in, he gasped, it was like a dream. Candles were lit everywhere, and from the smell, it was his favorite, jasmine. Jasmine petals floated on the water of the bath tub and he heard the opening chords of his favorite song. As he slipped into the water, smiling as he saw a gift basket of various bathing items, all in his favorite scents and styles, he heard Eric's very happy voice "Don't dawdle, you still have dessert."
Samson didn't take too long but he did take his time, savoring the bath and the scents. As Samson got out, he smiled as he got out and dried off, leaving his balls and sheath damp, he knew Eric loved that for some reason.
Samson chuckled as he followed the trail. There were several empty tubes of various lubes heading toward the bedroom and he smiled as he walked in. Eric was lying on the bed, naked save for the birthday hat on his head and the one on his groin. Eric said "Happy Birthday Samson." Samson smiled; the room was candle lit the scent of jasmine in the air.
Samson walked over and kissed Eric, broad tongue sliding into Eric's mouth before he said "This is the best birthday ever." Eric smiled as he said "Samson, we have been dating three months yet I feel like I have known you my entire life! You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." Eric sat up more as he said slowly "I...I want to give you the most valuable thing I own, my virginity." Samson cooed "You don-"Eric cut him off "I want to, no matter what happens, I will remember this day for the rest of my life."
Samson nodded as removed the hat from the mouse's crotch and chuckled. Eric was wearing a bright pink condom. Eric smiled as he said "Less mess." Samson stroked the shaft, smiling as Eric moaned and squeaked before sliding a hand lower, surprised as he felt a slick fluid coating the insides of Eric's butt cheeks.
Eric smiled as he said "I wanted to make sure I didn't tear." Samson smiled as he easily slid a finger inside the tight mouse hole, earning a sharp inhale from Eric. Samson moved his finger about, getting those sexy squeaks from Eric, each outburst causing another inch of his mastiff cock to slide out.
Samson inserted a second and then a third finger, stretching his mouse open as he said "If it hurts too much, say stop, okay?" Eric nodded and whimpered as the fingers were removed. Eric took a deep breath and relaxed as he said "Just push the head in straight, otherwise I will tense."
Samson nodded and when Eric took his next breath, thrust forward, the head popping in. Eric's breath went deeper, his pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates, his mouth was open. Samson growled, it felt like god was giving him a blowjob! The mouse's innards were smoother then silk and as slick as can be.
Samson used one hand to brace Eric's hips as his other helped guide in the thick dog flesh. Samson's growls got louder, Eric was so tight it almost hurt his cock yet it seemed to be sucking him in.
Eric was frozen as he felt like he was being split right in two. As the thick dog cock buried deeper into the virgin core, spreading it apart wider then it had ever been, Eric wanted to scream but no sound came, his ass was on fire and his guts felt like they were going to explode.
Eric froze as he felt the huge knot slide in with a burp, his back arched and one could see the outline of a dog cock in Eric's belly. Eric didn't know whether to scream in pain or beg Samson to fuck him silly.
Eric lost track of everything as Samson slowly pistoned in and out of him, lost in the mix of high pain/high pleasure. He felt his body and innards move with each motion, it felt like the devil was ripping his innards apart while an angel blew him. Eric let loose a screech that was at the very edge of Samson's hearing range as the mastiff orgasmed, the hot fluid flooding the mouse's intestinal track because Samson's girth had completely sealed the end. Eric passed out as he orgasmed, the condom's reservoir just shy of its breaking point as it filled with Eric's seed.
When Eric woke up, he was lying on Samson's chest, the condom removed and tied off, laying on the night stand. Samson was still tied with him, lazily leaking semen into his hole. In the coming days, both would be sore, Eric would be unable to sit for a week and Samson's cock sore to the point he couldn't get an erection without agony. However, Samson smiled as he hugged the mouse, who replied "Happy Birthday Samson."