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 the jock’s graduation.
The old pig had gotten lucky, as Sacha would still visit him even after finals had finally concluded, the prodigal 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.
Despite that first inconsolable night, Sacha was thankfully able to get back on his feet, but Hawthorne was quick to find the pup noticeably distant when it came to physical affection. Hawthorne realized that, by tying the pup’s pleasure to his boyfriend’s success, that eventual betrayal would have turned these passion filled nights bittersweet. Not that Hawthorne didn’t stop, letting the pup stay at his place, letting Sacha sit in his lap, gently petting his head as he’d go to sleep, but for a few weeks, Hawthorne feared that what they had that school year was all over now. That was, until about a month later, right in the middle of summer, when Hawthorne found Sacha laying in his bed, spread eagle and completely naked.
The porcine didn’t hesitate, spending untold hours prepping the pup as he pulled that plump sheath and onyx furred balls into his muzzle to salivate over, edged the pup with prostate massages from his fingers and tongue, and delved his tongue as deep into the pup’s throat as he could as they French kissed till their lungs were empty. As Hawthorne finally penetrated Sacha, the fat, obese teacher looking down at the pup’s blissful face, he finally let it slip. An ecstatic, lust fueled declaration of love for the older male, the pup clinging to his mentor, now lover, as nervous tears welled up in his eyes.
Hawthorne couldn’t handle it, weight falling from his shoulders and freeing him to do what he pleased, their love making a film of white hot, unbridled pleasure that lasted well into the next evening, the Doberman completely forgotten as Sacha howled out his new boyfriend’s name, begging for his puppies and oh so happy to comment on how much bigger and better Hawthorne was. Their climaxes were the hardest they’d ever been, and with the rest of the summer ahead of them, Hawthorne could only imagine what kind of activities they could come up with…"
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