soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dogs when they.... are horny................... go hawk and jj :)

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It has been sex CENTRAL in our apartment these last few weeks. Seriously. You get two horny dogs together and you get their inhibitions down and suddenly we are having sex multiple times a day every day. It is crazy crazy. The other relationship I was in, Sydney and I might have had sex once a week after a nice date, cuddling in my bed after a long day of swim meets and hanging out afterwards. An average day in the last few weeks might look like this: JJ and I wake up and we have sex. We eat breakfast and get ready from work. We give each other increasingly lusty looks from across the site and use our lunch break to discuss whether we should find a bathroom to have sex in. (We never do, unfortunately, we just sit there with erections looking up at the sky and talk about how we would have sex.) We scramble home from work and desperately make out with each other and have sex. I go to the beach and he watches Survivor. We eat dinner. We have sex. We fall asleep cuddling. It’s complete madness.

There are a few factors that are going into it. One is, as I’ve mentioned, our walls are completely down. After years of tension, years of being best friends constantly thinking about each other, of course we’re going to be fucking like crazy. How could we not? That’s important, but I don’t think it’s the main thing.

We’ve figured out how to be naked around each other again. There were a few days when we first started dating where JJ started wearing all of his clothes around the house again. Sad, but I respected it without any discussion. It’s already really sensitive being around someone you just started dating, and being naked definitely doesn’t help. It wasn’t instantly after we first had sex, but I walked in on him naked one day and it all clicked back into place after that. And, you know, being naked around your boyfriend all the time leads to sex all the time. It’s just natural. Cuddling clothed already tends to get you hard, so when that’s on display for both of us to see… How many more times can I say it?

Plus, JJ has the strongest fucking libido ever. I have to commend him on hiding his masturbation, because even though I knew he did it maybe three times a day, I wasn’t privy to it. He really does get horny three times a day, like taking pills before your meals. The poor dog. I’ve learned to see it on his face. That prompts me to spring the question on him – it’s like instant relief. I don’t, you know, need to cum three times a day to focus, but my body certainly has no trouble keeping up with it. Guys being guys, I guess.

Case in point, right now. I’m sitting up in my bed, thinking about painting my nails. I used to do it a lot in high school with Syd because it was cute and fun and it totally fucked with the minds of the guys on the other teams who couldn’t believe that a straight guy would have painted nails. I’m not straight anymore, but I still think it stands because I was straight then. Right? Maybe they were right when they insinuated I was gay. I mean, it’s pretty gay that I’m sitting nude in my bed right now and my boyfriend is bursting out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

He’s so cute. He pulls his towel off and starts drying off his fur with it. I don’t think he’s being deliberately sexy, but you know, my sexy boyfriend wiping his thighs down and his big penis flopping around is at least a little sexy.

He throws the towel into our dirty clothes pile in the bathroom (again, guys being guys), and smiles at me. “Hi.”

“Hey you.”

“Hiiii.”

“Wanna cuddle?”

He fumbles with his paws. “Yeah.”

“Come up here, dude.”

We still haven’t figured out a pet name. I tried ‘babe’ once and it just didn’t sound right – he’s my boyfriend, yes, but he’s also JJ. Not babe. He’s dude.

He climbs up the ladder to the bunk bed. I stare at his shaking tail. And his butt. Whatever. He takes the seat right next to me and I put my arm around him. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

He leans his head on my shoulder and I scratch his chin a little. He closes his eyes and grins. We breathe in unison as I watch his erection grow. Damn that dog is freaking impressive. I try not to pepper him with questions about it because, hey, he puts on his pants two legs at a time just like the rest of us, even if there is a third leg in the way. I still do want to know what having such a big dick is like. He’s already big when he’s soft, so it’s always fun watching him grow to a size I think is reasonable, then bigger, then I think it’s going to stop even though I’ve seen his dick a hundreds of times before, then just a little more.

His smile turns nervous like it always does. I snicker. “Whatcha thinking?”

“Nooothing?”

“You wanna have some fun, dude?”

He looks at me. “That cool?”

“So cool.”

We smile at each other. I’m hard now too. God, I love him.

Sometimes we have sex-sex. I don’t know how to describe it concisely other than that – making out, grinding, frotting, blowjobs, the whole nine yards. We haven’t done anal yet, but I don’t really mind. I’m not ready for that and it’s not like anal is the be-all end-all of sex anyway. Sex-sex is fucking great and we’re doing it once a day anyway, but that’s not what’s happening now. I know by the look on his face.

We start the same little ritual we’ve been doing these last few weeks. I lean against the wall on the head of my bed and he leans against the other one with my California flag. We make eye contact and begin to jerk off.

What can I say? Horny dogs will jerk off with each other. It’s beautiful. We’ve learned the way the other jerks off and have adapted around each other. We both start off slow with our dicks in our paws and enjoy every little bit of it. Maybe someone wouldn’t even call it sex, to which I say, watch me and my boyfriend have gay sex and revile in horror at your boner. Ha. It isn’t the most sex thing you could do, I guess – if there was a scale from not sex to sex, it would be after heavy petting but before a handjob. Not a bad place to be.

He smiles at me bashfully. “You are so sexy.”

“You’re fucking sexy.”

“Look at your abs.”

I flex them for him while continuing to stroke myself. “What, these?”

“Can I touch them?”

“Yeah, dog. Get over here.”

He does. One paw still touching himself, he brings himself to me and rubs his free paw over my abs. I keep jerking myself off and our paws touch. “Oh, wow.”

“You like those abs, huh?”

He nods.

He squishes next to me. Normally we aren’t touching at all, but I don’t mind the thigh contact one bit. I put my arm around him again and he leans his head on my shoulder again. We keep going at it until we’re both pumping our cocks furiously. I could do this forever (well, more like 50 seconds), but he stops and I stop with him.

“Hey,” he whispers.

“Yeah, dog?” I kind of like calling him dog, now that I think about it. He doesn’t seem to mind it. Cute. “S’up?”

“Can I touch you?”

“Yeah, dude.”

“And you can touch me?”

“Fuckin’ awesome.”

I grip his cock and he grips mine, as it was meant to be. He is so freaking girthy in my paw. I give it a good squeeze. As soon as I do, he starts shaking his tail like crazy. He starts jerking me off and I pay back the favor.

The thing about getting a handjob from JJ is that he really fucking understands how to give a good handjob. Years of jerking himself off three times a day means he knows exactly the right things to do. That goes beyond ‘take the penis in your hand and jerk it.’ He knows every little subtle thing, where exactly on the head of my dick to put his thumb, how tight to grip, how soon after my dick throbs to stop. I provide the same service to him, of course, so soon enough we are two dogs melting in each other’s grips. We press into one another and keep jerking each other off as fast as we can.

“Fuck,” JJ finally whispers. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes you fucking are, dog. Yes you are.” His grip on me slows down until he is fully enveloped by orgasm and he releases his paw from my dick. I bring him to completion and cum leaks all over my paw. “Fuuuck. That was good, wasn’t it?” I keep touching myself just to keep my dick ready to go.

He takes a few seconds to recover. “Fuck,” he says through heavy breaths. “Fuck, that was so good.”

He grabs my dick from me and looks at me for permission. I nod and he goes ahead.

It really doesn’t take much. Amazingly, after my poor dick cumming three times a day for weeks, I am still raring to go right now. It’s his perfect grip. My tail bats against the wall and I’m sure bothers the neighbors as I collapse into orgasm, ropes of cum shooting out of my cock and onto the sheets. He doesn’t need to ask anymore how long he should jerk me off after I orgasm – he just looks at my face and feels my cock and stops exactly when it gets too sensitive. I sit here in pure pleasure as I empty myself out for him.

“Shiiit,” I moan. “Oh, that was good.”

“That was good,” he says. He wipes the cum off of the both of us with the corner of the blanket, then wraps his arms around me. “I love cumming.”

“Me too. God bless cum.”

He giggles. “Now what?”

“Dinner?”

“Dinner sounds good.”

“Let’s go make dinner.”

He kisses me on the forehead.

“I love you, dog.”

“I love you too.”