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JJ does a little dance as he steps through his bedroom door. It’s all good vibes as he’s getting home from work. He’s always liked the ritual of it – pretty much the same thing every day since he got the job doing construction work out of high school. That was, what, four years ago now? Hanging out with Hawk has been taking up a lot of his time after work so it’s nice to finally be back into it, as great as Hawk is.
He puts some music on over his speaker and sways his tail left and right as he unpacks his bag. There’s a little grin on his face. He can’t help but smile right now. His muddy work boots go by the entrance to his room. He hooks his high-vis jacket on the door. His backpack sits on the edge of the bed. Midday light streams through the slats of his window. It’s so nice having a job that ends at 2 PM – he’s more than willing to wake up at the crack of crack for it.
And now the rest of the day begins. He grabs the egg salad sandwich he bought at one of those roadside carts out of his bag and leaves it next to his bed. He’s fully prepared to not leave his bedroom until dinner time, maybe for a piss break but nothing else. Why would he need to leave his room anyway? It’s small but his daily rituals are built for that. The bed is tucked into the corner of the room, touching three walls, and it’s stacked up as high as is comfortable with blankets and bedding and pillows and plushies. He sits on the shag carpet and gets stoned, watches his old Survivor tapes on the big box TV someone left outside their apartment to throw out, and draws comics at his desk by the light of the string lights. What else do you need?
First, though, it’s time to cuddle up in bed. His body is sore in such a satisfying way. He stretches as tall as he can, his tail sticking straight out. His muzzle opens wide as he lets out a yawn – his toothy maw isn’t threatening in the slightest. He lets out a little noise at the apex of the yawn. It feels nice.
JJ catches a glimpse at the charming brown dog in the mirror as he strips down for bed. He ruffles his fur up more than it already is as he pulls his shirt off. He adjusts his gold nose ring so it’s in the center and unclips his golden earrings, then scratches his chest with his long nails. He looks good: strong and muscular from moving things around for a living but not overly defined. His stomach is taut – there’s the potential for abs if he really sucks it in, but there’s no need to do that.
He undoes the belt on his cargo pants and steps out of them, leaving him in just a pair of blue plaid boxers. They’re so convenient but such a sweat trap. He jumps into bed and lets the cool air of his fan wash over his body. It blows through his fur so nicely. He sticks his tongue out and closes his eyes and enjoys it. “Fuck yeah,” he whispers to himself. “Fuck yeah.”
Over at the side of his bed, he leans on a pillow and starts rolling a joint. He sprinkles the weed from his grinder onto the paper rolling paper like he’s done a million times before, rolls it up and seals it. JJ used to open the window and smoke while watching the people of New York City pass by (sometimes he still does that when he’s feeling particularly wistful) but recently he taped over the fire extinguisher and stuffed a towel under the door. It works just as well.
He lights the blunt with the lighter he keeps under his pillow. While looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars he put up on the ceiling, he takes a long drag in.
“Cool,” he says to himself. “Cooool.”
JJ puts the blunt on in his ashtray, grabs his sandwich and his phone. He responds to a text Hawk sent him while he waits for the weed to kick in. He wags his tail the whole time.

HAWK:
hey dude 🤙
whatcha up to

JJ:
Hiii
Smoking a blunt in my room
Gonna zone out and watch some Survivor
The usual
What about you?

HAWK:
sounds awesome haha
at the pool
was wonderin if u wanted to go swimming

JJ:
Oh sorry!

HAWK:
no but ur busy haha
its cool

JJ:
We should go swimming again soon though
When I’m not stoned

HAWK:
lol dude
its irresistible
id love to get high soon

JJ:
We can tonight?

HAWK:
wanna come over for dinner
get some pizza
ruin ur brain some more

JJ:
Yeah!
Sounds fun!

HAWK:
cool 🏖️
ill leave u to it dude

JJ:
Haha good it’s starting to hit

HAWK:
ttyl

JJ:
Bye!

JJ puts his phone and the egg sandwich down and lies his head back down on his pillow. It feels fucking great. He giggles a little bit and closes his eyes. He’s figured out just the right amount to smoke so that he’s definitely high but it doesn’t impede him from doing the stuff he wants to do. Obviously JJ enjoys getting so high he can’t move as well, but this is a little more liveable.
Hawk is such a cool guy to be best friends with. JJ’s routine is nice but even now he has the yearning to go and hang out with his friend. They could go swimming and get sandwiches after. The weed quickly dissipates that – they’re doing dinner together anyway.
He just enjoys the feeling for a little bit. Wagging his tail feels fucking awesome. He strokes his paws through the fur on his stomach and it feels lovely. Every little strand of fur is so nice and warm. He scratches up and down on his arms and his thighs just to feel them.
After that he grabs his phone. He changes the music playing on his speaker to something less dancey and more calm. Birds chirp outside of his window. He pulls up Instagram and taps on
Hawk’s Story.

JJ looks at his story for a few moments. He pauses it to stare at it for longer than Instagram will allow him to look at it. It’s a photo of Hawk at his pool downtown. Hawk looks really good. It always escapes JJ’s mind when they’re at work installing windows or whatever because he’s decked head to toe in bright green workwear, but he’s a really good looking guy. The years of high school surfing aren’t lost on him even though he’s in the city now.
He leaves a like on the post and keeps tapping forward, then turns off his phone and closes his eyes.
Hawk is really good looking – JJ can admit that to himself – especially when he ties up his fur in a bun like that. JJ loves the way he does that – the sleeves of his jacket sloping down to reveal his muscular biceps, his casual grin, the sort of transition between a casual and serious state it implies. His expression is so cute, sticking his tongue out like that. Not to mention the speedo. It’s barely covering anything. It’s amazing how that’s something he wore to swim meets for all of high school, and surfing afterwards, and at the gym now, but he can definitely pull it off no doubt about it.
JJ thinks about the image for a few minutes. It feels great. He spreads his arms and legs out and lets the fan run over his fur and his mind run wild. He thinks about swimming with Hawk at the pool, catching a glimpse of him relaxing in the lounge chairs they have set up, being in the locker room with him…
When he opens his eyes however long later, he realizes his dick is poking straight up out of his boxers.
He’s so stoned that it doesn’t quite make sense. “Woah.” He’s hard right now. He stares at his dick with earnest confusion. “Shit.”
He’s a big dog – 8 or 9 inches. He’s never measured. Nice and thick with no curve, a pretty pink head at the end. He grabs his dick and tries to put it back in his boxers in a stoned stupor but it’s already kind of difficult when he isn’t stoned. There’s no way it fits without lying it straight down along his thigh, and then the tip pokes out of the end of his boxers, and he’s too stoned to deal with that so he just lets it sit out.
It feels really good to be maneuvering it too. He bunches up the pillows behind him to prop his back up and scratches his stomach. Why is his best friend making him feel like this?
JJ grabs his phone and pulls up the image again. He looks so good. His pecs and his abs and his thighs and his bulge. He takes a screenshot and zooms in on his bulge – it’s just so fucking nice. He must have a really nice dick. Clearly he does, just based on the way the white light of the pool hits it and the Speedo strings land on it. He stares at the image and his heart thumps.
He grabs his dick and it sends a wave of pleasure through his body – he feels it in his chest and his paws and his tail and everywhere else. He’s too stoned to decide whether it’s a good or bad idea – all he knows is that his best friend has a great body and touching himself feels so good.
He uses the paw pad of his thumb to massage the head of his penis for a little bit, then brings his index finger in the same place on the other side. He moves slowly at first, enjoying the warmth of his stomach fur against his wrist, a little bit of precum leaking out. Precum drips down the length of his penis and leaks into his boxers.
“Grr…” he growls to himself. There’s no one home for hours but he’s learned to stay quiet anyway. The growling is a nice concession. “Mmmfph… fuck…”
He brings the rest of his paw around and begins to jerk himself off for real, keeping his thumb and forefinger positioned around the head of his cock. He grips tight. It feels so fucking good.
The phone shuts off in his other hand. He pulls it up to him and turns it back on. Hawk is so fucking hot but it feels wrong to him even now. JJ figures it might be okay to think about him, at least.
He does. Hawk will never find out about this. JJ probably won’t even remember it. He thinks about Hawk standing on the other side of his bedroom with a grin on his face – the same smile from the Instagram photo. He pulls his tank top off and stands right in front of JJ, positioning him so that his head is right up against his crotch. Hawk unbuckles his belt slowly, undoes the button, and brings the zipper down, revealing his beautiful bulge in his Speedo. He’s soft but quickly hardening. (JJ has no good idea of how big Hawk’s dick is and also a flimsy idea of how big an average dick is in general so he keeps that loose in the daydream.)
Hawk brings his hand to the back of JJ’s head and pushes him into his dick. JJ’s wet nose touches Hawk’s bulge and he shivers.
After nuzzling Hawk’s bulge for a bit, he finally smiles. “Dude,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“You wanna suck my dick?”
“I do.”
He gives a hang ten and sticks his tongue out. “Go ahead then, dude.”
And he pulls his Speedo down and lets his hard dick flop out onto JJ’s muzzle.
JJ barely gets to that moment when his dick is throbbing so hard he can’t help but get pulled out of the daydream. It feels so fucking good. It feels like Hawk is actually there and they’re actually having sex. He lets out little huffs of breath with each motion as he furiously touches himself, stroking as far as he can with each motion. His dick throbs every few seconds and when he does he stops touching himself completely, letting it build up as much as he possibly can.
He starts panting now, tongue fully out, tail fully thwapping against the bed. “Fuuuck,” escapes his mouth in sharp breaths. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”
The image of Hawk’s dick enters his mind in quick bursts but he can’t hold onto it long enough to do anything with it. He’s basically just imagining a concept now – sucking Hawk’s dick. Hawk’s dick hitting the back of his throat. Hawk letting his load out and JJ swallowing all of it up.
That’s the image that sends him over the edge. It has to happen now. His arm thwaps against his thighs as he jerks off as hard as he can. He bucks his legs with each moment and humps into his own hand. It feels fucking good.
And then it happens. The orgasm starts a few seconds before he cums and all he can do is keep his hand moving. And then he begins to cum.
It feels like fucking heaven. It feels like pure warmth. He can feel it in every part of his body – pure, pure warmth. He can’t tell when he’s cumming and when he’s in between shots. It feels like pure warmth is pumping out of his body. He throws his head back and shuts his eyes as tight as he can and curls his toes and doesn’t dare to breathe. He pulls his foreskin back and keeps himself locked in that position – it would be impossible to move. It feels like fucking heaven.
“Hawk,” JJ moans into his hand. “Haaaaawk.”
And when it’s over, he thumps backwards into his pillow and takes in the deepest breath he can. He sits there and pants. He finally lets his fluffy tail lay flat.
“Shit.”
He opens his eyes and looks up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. His whole body is tingly. His paws feel like they’re buzzing. He smiles.
When he looks down, there isn’t as much cum as he thought there would be. There’s still a lot of cum – it’s pooling in his belly button and dripping down his dick and sitting on his hand – but it felt like there was cum shooting out of him for 45 seconds straight. He lets his hand rest in the cum and he takes another deep breath.
That was not part of his routine, that’s for sure.
JJ grabs the dusty glass of water by the side of his bed and satiates his dry mouth. He wipes the cum off of his stomach with his blanket (and even that feels really good). He grabs his phone.
The photo of Hawk is still open when he turns his phone on. He feels a pang of guilt looking at it – that’s his best friend. It’s his best friend. He just jerked off to his best friend. He deletes the image from his phone and turns it off. He sits up.
He’s less high now than he was before. The rest of his night unfolds before him. Take a huge leak, put a tape of Survivor on, draw some comics. Still nicely high, though.
When he looks over at his phone, there’s a message from Hawk.

HAWK:
cone over at 7?
come*
i am wet
wet dog

JJ’s heart skips a beat. They’re doing dinner later. They’re getting stoned later. And he just jerked off to a photo of him. JJ looks for the right response for a few moments. It’ll be fun. It’ll be great.

JJ:
Yeah!
See you then :)

HAWK:
see you dude 🤙