“Good boy, Dusty,” I praised as he set the remote control on the couch cushion next to the spot I always sat in.
There was a baseball game on TV tonight, and we always watched the Friday night game together. I knelt to playfully scratch under his chin before I went back to the kitchen to get our dinner. We had ordered pizza to eat while we watched the game, and I would cut up a few slices into tiny squares to feed him.
I’d fallen head over heels in love with Dusty. I couldn’t recall a time that I had been happier than I was when he entered my life. We understood the depth of one another’s kinky desires and we took care of each other. We had incredible chemistry, and I felt as though he truly loved me and loved giving me what I needed.
He had moved in a few months ago, and we had a very happy life together. It was damn near perfect. I enjoyed him so much that I didn’t want him to be a mute or only communicate with me like a dog. Granted, we lived like that much of the time, but I wanted to hear his voice too. Each day, I looked forward to hearing him say that he loved me.
Sex with Dusty was filthy erotic. Dusty was just as dirty and depraved as I was, and we always had mind-blowing orgasms. We played dirty, and while I always tried to be cognizant of his physical state, I still worried that I might hurt him unintentionally.
By the end of the fourth inning, Dusty walked over to the patio door and put his paw on the glass. He looked back at me with those big brown eyes peeking out of the eye holes of his mask.
“Gotta go, Dusty boy?” I asked and stood to let him out.
I could feel my cock stiffen as I walked toward the door. Pee time usually turned into playtime for us. When he lifted his leg to go, he propped his foot up on the tree trunk, and the muscles in his legs became much more prominent. He was adorable when he finished. He crawled away from the tree and then wiggled his hips from side to side to get the drips off.
I wanted his mouth on my cock, but being August, it was hotter than fuck outside. I took him inside where it was much cooler and put his cushion on the floor. When Dusty had accepted my offer to move in, I had the great room carpeted with plush flooring that would be comfortable for him to kneel or sit on. But even with the soft carpet and padding, I still worried about his knees and legs.
Dusty excitedly bounded onto his cushion, knowing exactly what it meant. I took my pants and underwear off and sat with my feet on either side of his floor cushion. He put his chin on my knees, eagerly waiting for me to invite him to suck. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and shook it a few times at him.
“Come on, Dusty boy,” I invited.
Dusty leaned forward and put his gloved paws on the sides of my legs before his warm mouth slid down my shaft. As Dusty’s mouth moved up and down the length of my cock, his hands inched their way under my thighs. I kept one of my hands curled around his black and blue leather collar while he sucked. Our eyes were glued to one another’s as the intensity built.
We’d had several conversations about him potentially taking me. He knew it was something I’d fantasized about; being taken in a primal, animalistic way. Dusty was all for it. He’d said he had done that a time or two in the past at The Pound, and I had no doubt that he would make it as animal-like as possible. We agreed that when the time was right, we’d both know it.
As Dusty’s mouth continued to work on me, I fantasized about him wearing one of those large canine sheaths with the knots in it. There were some fetish and kink websites that had this sort of sheath, so together we picked one out. Many times, I’d open the drawer where we kept some of our toys, and I’d run my fingertips along the sheath. I was so close to coming as I mentally visualized Dusty wearing it and fucking me hard with it.
There had been several times when I’d make him wear it all day just so I could gaze at it. The sheath fit over his cock and had an opening for his balls to weave through. It also added about three inches of length, and it had the canine knot between the base and the center. The end of the sheath was open so that he could either piss or come out of it. It was extremely taboo and dirty looking, and the mere thought of getting pinned down and taken with it was enough to cause me to come.
“Dusty, I’m going to come,” I warned.
His motions picked up in pace, encouraging me to the edge until I finally unloaded in his mouth. I praised him for swallowing all of it, and when he set his head on my thigh to rest, I lovingly stroked the nape of his neck. I forced myself to sit up and take a look to make sure Dusty was still on his cushion. He was sitting at an awkward angle, and I worried he’d develop an ache or tweak something. I leaned back against the couch cushion and patted the spot next to me.
“Come on up here, Dusty boy,” I invited him as I spread out a fleece blanket on the floor.
Dusty cocked his head to the side, trying to see if I was really granting him permission to come sit on the couch with me.
“Yes, boy. Come on. I don’t want your knees to get sore or legs to get cramped.”
As soon as he got up on the couch, he almost tackle hugged me. He playfully rolled onto his back and kicked his legs as he pushed his head against my thigh. I put my hand on his chest and rubbed on him, making him stretch out and push his head harder against my leg. I loved seeing him so happy.
“You’re such a good Dusty boy,” I cooed while I teased his nipple with the pad of my thumb.
I was so content with being half naked with empty balls on the couch beside him. Even though it was close to bedtime, a little nap wouldn’t hurt.
“Would you like to take a little nap, Dusty boy?”
His reply was him curling up on his blanket and moving his head so he snuggled closer to me again.
“Okay, I thought so.”
I laughed and reached over to unbuckle his harness. He rolled the ways I needed him to so I could take the harness off. I removed his hood, mask, and collar next. I never let him go to sleep with any of those things on, for safety reasons. His gloved paws were a soft elastic at his wrists, so if he ever needed to, he could easily pull them off.
I pulled his blanket over him but kept my hand on his chest under the soft cover.
“I love you, Dusty boy,” I told him as I leaned over and kissed his forehead.
“I love you too, Gabe,” he murmured back.
