Being the quarterback and aiming for a scholarship, Sacha’s boyfriend spent most of his free time training before finals, and given the total lack of support or affection from his home life, the only affection the pup could get was from his obese teacher. As such, weekly visits turned bi-weekly, and those eventually turned into daily routine. Rather than go home, Hawthorne would just drive Sacha back to his home with him, it wasn’t a bizarre occurrence, since Sacha had already spent quite a lot of time with Hawthorne with his weekly Goblins and Gulag’s sessions, getting additional tutoring to help increase his chances of getting valedictorian, and just getting away from his abusive household. It wasn’t like Sacha’s deadbeat father cared in the slightest, just meant he didn’t have to spend any money on feeding the Rottweiler mix that night.
Sacha hated to admit it, but a dark part of him was almost glad that such an experienced adult was taking all his firsts. While certainly coercive and deceitful, Hawthorne was at least gentle and passionate when it came to sex with the pup. Sacha remembered how “well” the first blowjob went, the poor mutt almost vomiting from his gag reflex when he took too much into his mouth. Now, a good two months later, after several overnight sessions, the pup was able to take that rotund, uncut girth down to the base, albeit with a bit of help from Hawthorne. The same could be said about taking the pig in the ass, Sacha now able to fully hilt with his teacher, even if the sheer pressure was enough to make him climax early on.
Hawthorne had been nothing but patient, and kept true to his word, as the Doberman Jock’s grades in his worst class slowly plateaued at a C average. But, the pig was also very intelligent himself, and asked Sacha about what his plans were after his boyfriend graduated at the end of the year. By this point, Sacha still had no clue what college his boyfriend was going to attend, where he was going to be moving, it was a total blur. And as finals closed in, the pup was panicking constantly over the thought of being abandoned by the very dog that he had done all of this for.
But when no one else was there to relieve Sacha’s pain, Hawthorne was there, holding the Rottweiler in gentle embraces, listening to all of his sorrows and woes with sympathy and kindness, always doing what he could to improve his pup’s chances of success, when he knew what was going to happen. Hawthorne didn’t dare let it slip, and would carry such knowledge to his grave, but he knew that the dumb jock was going across the country, so far that the little impoverished pup couldn’t possibly follow, not because he wanted to get away from Sacha, but for the jock’s own personal benefit.
Hawthorne should have been elated by the news, especially since it was only driving the pup to him faster and faster, their once daily sessions now sucking up the pup’s free time, as that soft, warm canine tongue learned just as many of the pig’s sweet spots, Sacha spending untold amounts of time huffing his scent, shoving his tongue under the pig’s long foreskin, cradling and worshipping his balls, among other lewd machinations.
There were even some days where the two wouldn’t leave the bedroom, both calling off so they could spend the whole day with each other, the pup so greedy for affection that he would act as a urinal for the fat scholar, a trait that Hawthorne found oh so endearing, but he could only pray that this would last after graduation.
The old pig had gotten lucky, as Sacha would still visit him even after finals had finally concluded, the prodigial pup himself getting perfect scores after rigorous study sessions with the chubby porcine, while his jock “boyfriend”, unable to get a single question right, was raised up from failure by the helping hand of Sacha’s sacrifice. He could still remember the last few days of the school year, Sacha not wanting to leave Hawthorne’s home for some time, still unaware of what was going to happen, and craving the pig’s attention more than anything. They were some of the most passionate nights the two shared, but despite his initial protests, Hawthorne and Sacha attended the graduation ceremony, and the pig could only glare at the jock when it came time for his speech, and not a single mention was made of the pup that tried so hard to help him study, who gave up so much for him. When the two got back to Hawthorne’s that night, Sacha had received a text message from his boyfriend, and the pup had turned inconsolable the entire rest of the night.
The jock had just broken up with him, and while the news should have been a thrill for Hawthorne, all it did was make him feel sorrow for his lonely little puppy. He wanted to admit his feelings for Sacha then, admit that he loved the pup more than anything in the world, but Hawthorne knew that it would have been poorly timed, and just sat with the sobbing mutt, snuggling gently with him and assuring him that everything was going to be okay, and that Hawthorne would make sure of that."
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