WHAT the HELL are these dogs doing... god remember when these doggies were nervous to skinny dip together and now they're frotting... look at that <3

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This damn dog.

We sit at the kitchen counter, eating eggs for dinner. Vampire Weekend plays over JJ’s speaker. The afternoon light is streaming through our windows. And his legs are shaking like he’s being battered by the ocean.

JJ stares at his plate, clinking the fork to tempered glass. I put a paw on his shoulder. We didn’t speak much today – he got stoned and watched Survivor and drew some comics like he usually does. I put my wetsuit on and went surfing like I usually do. I know exactly what’s ailing him, but I don’t want to say anything in case it’ll just pass and everything will be fine.

I take a deep breath in. I took a chance to ask him out and I have to take another chance now.

“How are you doin’, dude?”

“Okay.” He smiles nervously at me. He can’t hide anything from me, even when he’s trying.

“It’s Saturday.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And on Saturday, we agreed that…”

His tail is shaking. His legs are shaking. He covers the edge of his muzzle with his paw.

“Hey, dude, it’s cool if you don’t want to do this. You are allowed to not want to. We always agreed on that. I don’t mind.”

“No, it’s not that…”

“What is it?”

He rotates to me in his chair and spreads his legs. He is erect right now, boner clearly running down his right leg. Dare I say there is a spot of precum at the end of it.

“I am so fucking horny right now,” he whispers.

I grin so wide. “Dude, what are we doing eating eggs right now when–”

He’s still whispering, refusing to look me in the eyes. “Oh my god, you were out surfing all day and I didn’t want to bother you in case you… and then you made us eggs and I didn’t wanna–”

“JJ!” I jump up out of my chair. “Dude, oh my god. I would never surf again if you wanted to–” I shake my head. “Hey, look at me.”

He does so, which makes the instant erection I got even stiffer.

“Hey. Let’s go do this, okay? Let’s go do something fucking great, huh? Let’s go do something great.”

He smiles. “Take me.”

I grab his paws and pull him out of the chair, leaving our eggs on the kitchen counter to get cold. I lead him over to his bed and push him down. He lands softly, leaning on his forearms to look up at me with the cutest smile ever. His tail is batting the bed like crazy. His erection is pulsing even now.

I kneel above him, my legs around his thighs. I situate my paws right between his armpits and hold myself up, nothing crucial touching but everything oh so close.

“We can stop at any time,” I say. “And that’s for anything. If you want a break or want to talk about what we’re going to do or you want to stop entirely. Please don’t be nervous about saying so.”

“Okay,” he whispers. “Okay. Okay.”

“I can’t believe you let me go surfing when this is the state you were in.” I laugh. “Dude, were you just sitting here with a boner the whole day, or–”

“Oh my god, just kiss me.”

And I do. And it feels so fucking good.

I start just by licking his face. Give him the ol’ doggy lick. By the way I have myself pinned over him, it feels less like we’re about to have sex and more like we’re wrestling. That totally makes it make sense, somehow. We’re just two dogs wrestling. I kiss him all over his muzzle, all over his cheeks. I give him a lick on his neck and he lets out a loud moan. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear him moan until just now. Of course I’ve heard him moaning when he jerks off, but this is different. I did it. I made my boyfriend moan. I made my best friend moan. I fucking did it.

He’s not kissing me back just yet. I think he’s just taking it all in, letting me lap at his muzzle all I want. We’re both smiling so hard. It makes the whole thing a little hard to do, actually.

I push his face down into the bed. He closes his eyes and breathes out as I kiss his neck, probably doing his best not to cum this second. I have to readjust my grip and it ends up pushing our crotches together – feeling his bulge against mine is the best feeling in the world. That’s what a cock feels like.

And then he turns his face towards me and starts kissing me back.

His tongue is so soft. His mouth is so warm. Our spit becomes one as we lap at each other’s tongues. I let my upper body go as well and I am laying completely on him now. Both of our tails wag furiously together. We breathe in time. Our hearts beat in time.

I nip at his neck a little. He lets out another moan. “Thank you,” he whispers, barely audible. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

We do that for longer than I expect. I, of course, love making out. I can appreciate a nice long making out section, all wet and warm and fun. With our stiff cocks poking into each other and JJ spending the entire day in a horny stupor, though, I expected this to go a little faster. The only thing I can think about as we kiss is JJ. His beautiful body, his warm breath, the vibration in his arms. When an hour passes with nothing but making out, the music in the background keeping us in a lovely rhythm, I think nothing of it. Our shadows grow long as the sun begins to set outside.

“Hey,” he whispers between kisses. “Hey, can we…”

“Do you want to stop?”

“For a second.”

“Okay, okay.”

I pull just off of him. The bedsheets learned our bodies and shifted accordingly. I didn’t realize how sweaty it got until now, seeing that his water cycle tee-shirt is damp with our sweat. I pull a little further and I realize his shirt isn’t the only thing that’s wet – his dick is poking out of his sweatpants and pulling away from him stretched a thick string of precum between us. Of course his dick was poking out – there’s no way something that big would have fit in there otherwise – but it’s still so surprising to see. I look up at him with a goofy grin on his face and he smiles his nervous smile again.

“I don’t know how that got out,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

“Dude. Wet dog.”

“Can we take our shirts off?” he asks.

“What, with all the sweat?”

He is beaming. God he is so adorable. “Is that okay?”

“Yes, please.”

We take our shirts off together. As nice as our clothed period of early dating has been, it’s so nice to see JJ shirtless again. This is how this dog should be. He is as beautiful as the day I met him, muscular and slim in the way a construction worker is. He has arms built for moving heavy things around, beautiful soft pecs and a lovely stomach just begging to be pet. Of course his big doggy dick is poking out too, sitting in a little pool of precum.

“How about,” I say with a smile, “We take it one step further?”

JJ flaps his paws in front of his chest. “What are you thinking?”

“Why don’t we get this out too?” I place a hand on my bulge. “You wanna help?”

“Oh my god. Yes. Yes.”

He sits up and begins to unlace my board shorts. My dick pops out and hits my stomach.

“You’re so hot,” he says. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Look at our dicks together. The last time we had our dicks together like this, we were sitting in a tent in the middle of the woods. Even though neither of us say anything about it, we both take a second to compare cocks like all good dogs should do. He’s still bigger and thicker than me. It’s amazing that a person can have a cock like that at all. That doesn’t mean I’m not packing something good either – I’m still a good six inches – but my god.

“Are you ready to keep going?” I ask.

He grabs a sip of stale water sitting on the window sill and then nods. “Yes.”

I lie back down on him. Our dicks naturally find a good place next to each other and we start kissing again. We quickly settle back into our groove, but with the feeling of our dicks throbbing together, I can’t help but be distracted.

I find that a grinding motion helps the pressure from building up. I don’t even realize I’m doing it at first, but when JJ starts moaning expletives under his breath I realize I’ve been rocking us both back and forth for a few minutes now. I push my ass in and our dicks press together even further, then I pull back out.

Soon enough, we’re not kissing anymore. I squish my head into his and we face our muzzles towards the wall, our cheeks together. With each moan, I feel the breath leave his mouth and enter mine. He begins to grind with me, pushing his crotch into mine, pushing our cocks together.

“I need,” he whispers. “I need you to touch me.”

I pull up off of him. He is so beautiful, trembling on the bed, waiting for my touch. I realize as I pull my dick away that I’ve precum a little too, and I’m not a precummer.

I place my paw on his chest and start rubbing it. He closes his eyes and sticks his tongue out. As I rub his belly, he begins to pant. And as I bring my paw down to our dicks pushed together, he begins to shake once more.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Okay. Let’s do this.”