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Despite this, the two doggos still maintain their traditional Saturday game day, which is mostly Ian playing video games while Sascha draws and daydreams of confessing his feelings to Ian. However, if one of them were to unilaterally skip the last stable pillar of their friendship the consequences could be dire!", "writing": "[b][center]Hard Lessons [/center][/b]\n\n©20xx PrematureYeenjaculatio\n\n\n\n“Ah sorry, Sasch’, Ian’s not around,” Casey looked out the open front door at the big, bright blue-eyed, thirteen-year-old samoyed boy with his own bleary, bloodshot heterochromatic ones from behind a pair of stylish, square framed glasses. A huge, happy smile broke out across the samoyed's broad, white face and his long, curled tail started to wag; Casey was the only one who ever called him [i]Sasch’[/i] and the nickname secretly delighted him.\n\n“I’d actually figured he was hanging out with you or something,” Casey said, sounding drowsy, despite it already being nearly noon. Sascha [i]always[/i] woke up early himself, he couldn’t help it, he seemed to always have boundless energy after a few hours of rest no matter how worn out he’d been the night before.\n\n“Nope!” Sascha shook his head firmly, his smile fading as he wondered where his cattle dog friend had gotten off to, “He’s not answering his phone either.”\n\nThey [i]always[/i] hung out on Saturday afternoons, so Sascha could draw and watch Ian play video games, and, if no one was home, and Sascha was extra lucky, Ian might try and practice kissing with him. It was only practice so he wasn’t supposed to tell anybody, but even practice kisses from his very best friend got his tail wagging hard enough that it would be sore the next day.\n\n“Hey uh, Casey,” Sascha lowered his voice, he had just had a horrible thought, unusual for the normally optimistic boy, “Ian’s not… avoiding me, is he?”\n\nCasey blinked slowly in surprise, Sascha thought the sixteen-year old looked like he had stayed up [i]way[/i] too late.\n\n“Not that I’ve heard of,” Casey said, “If he is, he hasn’t said anything to me, dude.”\n\n“You’d tell me if he was though, right?” Sascha said seriously, resisting the urge to try and peek into the house. Just in case Casey had missed seeing Ian and he was actually on the couch, playing his [b]NEO-3DCOM[/b] and ignoring his cellphone.\n\n“Yeah dude, of course. I’ll tell the little idiot to like, text you as soon as he gets back,” Casey said in his muzzy sounding voice.\n\n“Thanks Casey!” Sascha’s unusually serious expression briefly brightened and then the fluffy dog teen’s shoulders slumped and he started to turn away, “I guess I’ll see you later.”\n\nCasey didn’t respond for a long moment, “Uh, I mean, if you don’t have anything better to do, you’re welcome to hang out here or whatever until he gets back.”\n\nSascha’s face lit back up and his tail turned into a white blur, “Really?!”\n\nCasey nodded, held the door open, and stood out of the way, “Yeah dude, can’t break tradition. You’re welcome to hang out in Ian’s room if you want, or I’m watching movies ‘n junk if you feel like chilling out or whatever.”\n\n“Oh, Ian doesn’t like people in his room if he’s not there,” Sascha said doubtfully, and probably with good reason too, since Sascha’s thoughts immediately turned to searching his friend’s room for any written evidence of… [i]Feelings[/i], and failing [i]that[/i] he could just lay in Ian’s bed and burrow into his pillows and enjoy the faint smell of cattledog teen and [i]Skull n Bones[/i] canine body spray. He immediately felt his face go hot with preemptive guilt.\n\nCasey made a dismissive noise, “He won’t say shit if I tell him it’s cool.”\n\n“That’s ok, hanging out sounds fun!” Sascha said brightly. Ian might be Sascha’s Very Best Friend and Favorite Person, but Casey ranked very high on his own merits. 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Like… burnt fur, and the time in middle school when his friend Jeremiah had gotten into a fight at lunch over the last pudding cup, the striped skunk had been surprised with a sucker punch to the snout and had accidentally fired off his defensive spray in the middle of the cafeteria, although it wasn’t nearly as strong as that had been, it didn’t make Sascha’s nose burn and his eyes water, but it wasn’t good, whatever it was.\n\nThe smell was stronger as they padded down the stairs and into the basement, Sascha curled his tail around to his lap and neatly sat down on one end of the huge basement couch, a war movie was playing on the big flat screen TV, currently a Californian Guard Para Ranger in an old fashioned uniform was dropping over what Sascha thought was supposed to be Occupied Mojave in the 3rd War of Californio Independence.\n\nCasey flopped down on the other side of the couch, “We can watch something else, I’m not like super sold on this.”\n\nThe blue merle cattle dog kicked his bare foot paws up onto the big, low coffee table, drawing Sascha’s always wandering attention.\n\n“What’s that?” Sascha asked innocently and pointed to what looked like a dirty glass vase half filled with brown water and a metal tray with a plastic baggie full of what looked like the stuff his own older brother used to make trees and bushes for wargaming.\n\nCasey looked down at his feet and jumped, “Ah shit!”\n\nSascha blinked and his ears folded back, “Sorry!” He wasn’t sure what he’d done, but any time Ian started swearing it usually meant he’d done something embarrassing.\n\n“Nah, dude it’s no big deal,” Casey waved a dismissive paw, “Guess I got kinda way too baked and forgot I had all my herb out. 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He had seen tummies before, and underwear, and if there [i]was[/i] anything interesting about his below the belt fur, it was probably just seeing it in Casey’s unusual merle coat color.\n\nNo, more likely, on seeing someone that looked more than a little Ian-like, his subconscious had just gotten extra excited on deciding that his Very Best Friend was here after all. Which didn’t explain why his sheath had gotten uncomfortably tight, but sometimes it did that all on its own anyways.\n\nMix in his surprise at finding out Casey was apparently casually using Drugs on the very couch Sascha sometimes slept on during sleepovers, and maybe it [i]did[/i] explain his current state. 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I mean, as long as I got any bud on me.”\n\nSascha thought for several seconds, “I’ve never smoked anything before.”\n\n“It’s cool, big guy, I’ll walk you through it,” Casey nodded slowly, seemingly agreeing with his own thoughts.\n\n“Mm, ok!” Sascha agreed suddenly, Ian was gonna be [i]soo[/i] jealous after he-\n\n“Can’t tell Ian you smoked with me though dude,” Casey seemed to read the gleam in Sascha’s eyes, “I mean, you can tell anybody else you want, I don’t really care, but Ian can be like… complicated.”\n\n“I know,” Sascha agreed and sighed, “It’s ok, he probably would have just said I was making it up anyways.”\n\n“How do I do it?”\n\n“Hell yeah, dude!” Casey sat up and grabbed the glass piece on the coffee table, then scooted over next to Sascha until their legs were touching, the younger samoyed was very aware of how warm the bigger dog’s thigh was through his jeans. Casey leaned over and slid the tray with the baggie of Drugs on it to their side of the table.\n\n“Ok, so first things like, first,” Casey cleared his throat and pointed to the glass vase-thing, “this is a bong, it like, filters the smoke through water so it’s not so like, harsh.”\n\nSascha giggled nervously, the shy noise seemed incongruous with the white dog boy’s large frame.\n\n“What?” Casey asked with one eyebrow raised.\n\n“That’s a weird name for it,” Sascha’s laughter trailed off, “Sorry.”\n\nCasey looked at the bong and shrugged, “Yeah I dunno man, most weed stuff sounds pretty weird if you [i]really[/i] think about it.”\n\nCasey pointed to a small, charred looking metal cup sticking diagonally off the side near the base of the bong, “This is the bowl, you pack your weed in here.”\n\nThe cattle dog grabbed a small brass canister from the tray and unscrewed it into two halves, “This is your grinder, it does what it sounds like and makes the weed burn better.”\n\nSascha nodded and kept silent, now interested in all of the paraphernalia.\n\n“Ok, so basically you wanna pack the ground up bud into the bowl, but not too much or too tightly,” Casey demonstrated by pressing a large pinch of the ground up Drugs into the metal bowl with his thumb, “now you’re basically ready to get baked. I’ll hold it and light it for you, you just gotta pull the slide when I say so.”\n\nSascha’s tail wagged uncertainly, being ‘baked’ sounded kind of scary, but he wasn’t going to back out now.\n\nCasey held the mouth of the Marihuana Bong up near Sascha’s snout and snapped the lighter to life.\n--\n\n“It’s ok dude, you’re fine,” Casey gently hugged Sascha and the samoyed buried his snout into the bigger dog’s shoulder, “You just got a little too high is all, give it like ten minutes and you’ll feel fan-fuckin’-tastic.”\n\nSascha looked up with huge, now bloodshot eyes, “Really?”\n\n“Yeah dude, my first time getting blazed I puked for like an hour straight and…” Casey paused awkwardly, “one of my friends had to carry me home.”\n\nSascha tried imagining a younger Casey slung over someone’s shoulders.\n\n“Were you like, Ian’s size when you were our age?” Sascha asked and licked his lips, his mouth felt absolutely parched. He imagined himself carrying a sick Ian back home and his heart began to pound even harder than it already was.\n\n“Nah, poor little dork is probably always gonna be short, not everybody can be in the Tall Boys’ Club,” Casey let go of Sascha and leaned back with a wink. Sascha drew his knees up to his chest and sat sideways against the armrest of the couch, first wishing Casey would hug him again, then feeling guilty about it.\n\n“Were they mad they had to carry you?” Sascha asked, looking at his paws as he slowly opened and closed them.\n\n“Nah, he owed me a solid, not like I didn’t carry his drunk ass home from parties all the time,” Casey looked far off and wistful, “I dunno, it’s just like, what you do for friends I guess.”\n\nCasey looked so melancholic when he said it, that Sascha wished he could do something to cheer him up. He wondered if Casey’s tummy was as sensitive as Ian’s, Sascha wasn’t supposed to touch Ian’s belly any more because Ian said it was ‘super gay’, but it always cheered Ian up when he ended up giving him tummy rubs anyways.\n\nCasey frowned and seemed like he wanted to say something, then didn’t. Sascha wondered what it would be like to kiss Casey, he and Ian had practiced enough that he thought he was pretty good at it. Even as he was thinking about doing it, he realized he’d leaned forward and planted his mouth on the older boy’s without even realizing it. He kissed Casey softly and the other dog responded by kissing him back slowly and thoroughly.\n\nSascha sat back on his knees and pulled his mouth away from Casey’s, he realized he was panting like he had just run a five-k. \n\n“Oh… whoa,” Casey seemed dazed.\n\n“Sorry!” Sascha said shyly, he could feel his whole face blushing up to his ear tips.\n\n“Nah it’s chill, big guy. I mean like, that wasn’t ‘cause you’ve got like, [i]Feels[/i] for me or nothin’, right?”\n\nSascha was surprised to see the usually unflappable older teen also looking embarrassed and with a dull blush visible along the white stripe that ran up the bridge of his snout and divided his otherwise blue and grey forehead.\n\n“I dunno,” Sascha looked back at his paws, he had no idea why he’d done it, he had just felt like if he [i]hadn’t[/i] he might have passed out.\n\n“I always kinda thought you were like, all about Ian,” Casey said carefully, “I mean I’d be like, y’know, flattered or whatever if you did, just like, it wouldn’t really work, you know?”\n\nSascha nodded, “Ian doesn’t like me anymore though.”\n\n[I]Whoa what[/i]? Sascha’s slightly scrambled mind had to double check that he’d just said that out loud. He usually shut those kinds of thoughts down any time he happened to think them.\n\nCasey raised his eyebrows and then leaned forward and hugged the fluffy younger boy again, more tightly this time, “Aww, c’mon Sasch’, Ian likes you fine, he’s just going through a phase where he’s too cool for school. And I don’t wanna sound like I’m shit talking my little bro or anything, but you could [i]probably[/i] do better, dude.”\n\n“He has a new best friend or something,” Sascha said miserably, internally shocked once again that he was voicing [i]all[/i] the forbidden topics.\n\nCasey snorted, “I doubt it, Ian can maybe keep a secret from [i]you[/i], but I guarantee he’d have told [i]me[/i] if he had any kind of new friends.”\n\n“I wish I was cool,” Sascha said wistfully. He barked in surprise as Casey threw a blue furred arm around his broad shoulders and scooted up close to him.\n\n“You’re like, cooler than you know, Sasch’,” Casey said solemnly, “Ian’ll realize it eventually.”\n\n“Really?” Sascha said with huge and hopeful, if bloodshot, eyes.\n\n“Yeah dude, [i]and[/i] you’re a hella good kisser,” Casey ruffled Sascha’s snow white headfur and got him to bark with laughter.\n\n“I’ve got some um, practice,” Sascha blushed.\n\n“Oh yeah?” Casey raised an eyebrow behind the thin frames of his glasses, “you ever uh, [i]practice[/i] anything else?”\n\nSascha shook his head, the samoyed felt his heart thump in his chest. Casey rested his paw on Sascha’s thigh and leaned in closer.\n\n“I bet I know what’ll make you feel better,” Casey stroked at Sascha’s thigh and gave the younger boy a warm grin.\n\n“Wh-what’s that?” Sascha said nervously, his anxiety was starting to ramp back up.\n\n“Getting your dick sucked,” Casey said right before kissing Sascha again.\n\nSascha let out a squeak that belied his size, but kissed the older dog back as Casey nimbly undid his belt and fly with one paw. Sascha growled low in his throat as Casey’s paw slid beneath the waistband of his underwear and wrapped around his already uncomfortably tight sheath.\n\n“Just lay back and chill out,” Casey said affably as he pulled down the front of Sascha’s boxer shorts. Sascha tapped his claws together nervously.\n\n“I say goddamn,” Casey said mildly as he dropped onto his knees in front of the big samoyed and inspected Sascha’s large white furred sheath and balls, “Guess you’re a member of the big dick club, too.”\n\nSascha laughed nervously, “Am I?”\n\n“Hell yeah dude, I think you got bigger balls than I do,” Casey’s hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of Sascha’s sheath and the small bit of red penis sticking out of it.\n\n“Is yours um, big too?” Sascha finished with a whine as Casey lightly squeezed his partway inflated knot through his sheath.\n\nCasey looked up at him with a grin that made Sascha feel weird in his belly, “I don’t wanna brag or nothin’, but nobody’s ever complained about it.”\n\n“Oh,” Sascha squeaked as his cock slowly slid out into the open air, he wasn’t sure how to follow that up, although he wanted to ask Casey if he could see it.\n\n“You wanna see it?” Casey seemed to be able to read Sascha’s mind just from how nervous he got. Sascha nodded, his mouth was too dry even to speak. Casey sat up and pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting his large, pink cock flop out. Sascha squeaked again then moaned as Casey leaned forward and gave his balls a lick. It was [i]way[/i] bigger than his, even with Casey’s large knot still hidden away in his mottled sheath.\n\nSascha’s wandering attention was brought back by the hot, wet sensation of Casey’s lips fastening onto just the pointed tip of his cock. Sascha moaned, getting louder as Casey sank down all the way to his knot, the older dog’s tongue swirled around Sascha’s thick shaft and Casey held there, seeming to kiss against the base of his knot while his tongue teased at the stretched skin of his sheath.\n\nSascha moaned again and hugged against Casey’s head, he always skipped jacking off on Fridays, just in case something happened with Ian on Saturday and he was now thinking that might have been a mistake.\n\n“Um, Casey, I think I’m going to um, [i]finish[/i],” Sascha barely managed to squeak out the words, Casey moaned around his cock and slowly bobbed his head. Sascha moaned again, trying his best to hold back, surely Casey would be grossed out if he came in his mouth, but he didn’t seem to be stopping either.\n\nSascha growled in disappointment and panted with relief as Casey finally pulled his mouth away from his now twitching and leaking cock.\n\n“You ready to cum already, Sasch’?” Casey asked in a teasing voice as he ran the pad of his nose up the samoyed boy’s thick, red shaft. Sascha nodded uneasily, worried he was embarrassing himself in front of Ian’s cool older brother.\n\n“Good,” Casey opened his mouth and gently squeezed behind Sascha’s knot, sliding back the tight, slick skin of his sheath. Sascha noticed he was jacking himself off with his other paw and briefly thought he might faint from arousal. Instead he howled and thrust forward as Casey tugged at his knot, the dripping tip of his cock slid against Casey’s broad, pink tongue and Sascha tensed and dug his claws into the couch as his thick cum jetted into Casey’s mouth, the older teenager moaned lustily and went back to sucking as Sascha’s climax slowly ran down.\n\nCasey pulled off of Sascha’s still leaking dick with an audible [i]pop[/i] and slowly swallowed Sascha’s cum with a satisfied noise.\n\n“Feelin’ better?” Casey asked as he flopped down next to Sascha, his large erection now fully exposed and leaking pre-cum against Casey’s t-shirt.\n\nSascha nodded slowly, still a little in shock, “Was it ok that I uh…” Sascha wasn’t even sure how to finish his question.\n\n“Nutted in my mouth?” Casey asked while he slowly stroked himself while looking at Sascha’s throbbing knot and cock, “Sure dude, it was hot as hell.”\n\nSascha wanted to ask if he could try doing the same thing for Casey, but his anxiety was still lingering in the background, “Would it be ok if I um, watched you uh, masturbate?”\n\nSascha’s face went even redder, sure Casey would tell him absolutely not. Instead, the bigger cattle dog put his arm around Sascha’s shoulder and pulled him close.\n\n“Sure,” Casey was breathing hard, “Here, put your paw on my knot.”\n\nSascha tentatively wrapped his fingers around Casey’s huge knot while Casey kept stroking the shaft.\n\n“Yeah, dude, squeeze it a little,” Casey panted, Sascha did as he was asked. Suddenly, Casey was kissing him again, pressed up hard against him with his tongue twisting against Sascha’s. Sascha tried rhythmically squeezing like Casey had and was rewarded with a low growl from Casey.\n\nThey made out for nearly five minutes before Casey humped against him and broke away to gasp for air. Still very high, Sascha hadn’t even known he was going to lean down and put his mouth on Casey’s cock until the slick, salty length was already in his mouth.\n\n“Fuck!” Casey snarled and dug his fingers into Sascha’s thick headfur. Hot, astringent, and musky cum flooded into Sascha’s mouth, the samoyed struggled to swallow it and realized some of it was spilling out onto Casey’s thighs and blue and tan furred balls.\n\nSascha gave Casey’s leaking erection a final lick and sat back up, looking away bashfully.\n\n“Holy shit, Sasch’,” Casey panted and leaned against him.\n\n“Was that ok?” Sascha hoped he hadn’t taken any liberties.\n\n“Yeah, dude, that was incredible,” Casey gave him a light kiss that had just begun to turn into something more intense when they both heard the front door open upstairs.\n\n“Uh, maybe we should like, clean up before anyone comes downstairs,” Casey said as he put his glasses back on.\n\nSascha nodded guiltily and quickly tucked away his slick penis and zipped up his pants. He barked in surprise as Casey wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve.\n\n“You got some uh, cum, kinda everywhere,” Casey grinned, “You should probably go wash your face.”\n--\n\nWhen Sascha got back from the bathroom all of the smoking equipment was gone and Ian was setting up his video game console and looking sweaty but not too unhappy.\n\n“I loaned it to Dylan and had to pick it up and whatnot,” Ian explained, instantly more cheerful from Casey being in the room. Sascha’s heart soared, Ian hadn’t abandoned him after all. He thought he would feel guilty about what he and Casey had done, but that was already starting to feel like a dream.\n\nIan’s nose wrinkled, “Do you guys smell something?”\n\n--", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Hard Lessons


©20xx PrematureYeenjaculatio



“Ah sorry, Sasch’, Ian’s not around,” Casey looked out the open front door at the big, bright blue-eyed, thirteen-year-old samoyed boy with his own bleary, bloodshot heterochromatic ones from behind a pair of stylish, square framed glasses. A huge, happy smile broke out across the samoyed's broad, white face and his long, curled tail started to wag; Casey was the only one who ever called him Sasch’ and the nickname secretly delighted him.

“I’d actually figured he was hanging out with you or something,” Casey said, sounding drowsy, despite it already being nearly noon. Sascha always woke up early himself, he couldn’t help it, he seemed to always have boundless energy after a few hours of rest no matter how worn out he’d been the night before.

“Nope!” Sascha shook his head firmly, his smile fading as he wondered where his cattle dog friend had gotten off to, “He’s not answering his phone either.”

They always hung out on Saturday afternoons, so Sascha could draw and watch Ian play video games, and, if no one was home, and Sascha was extra lucky, Ian might try and practice kissing with him. It was only practice so he wasn’t supposed to tell anybody, but even practice kisses from his very best friend got his tail wagging hard enough that it would be sore the next day.

“Hey uh, Casey,” Sascha lowered his voice, he had just had a horrible thought, unusual for the normally optimistic boy, “Ian’s not… avoiding me, is he?”

Casey blinked slowly in surprise, Sascha thought the sixteen-year old looked like he had stayed up way too late.

“Not that I’ve heard of,” Casey said, “If he is, he hasn’t said anything to me, dude.”

“You’d tell me if he was though, right?” Sascha said seriously, resisting the urge to try and peek into the house. Just in case Casey had missed seeing Ian and he was actually on the couch, playing his NEO-3DCOM and ignoring his cellphone.

“Yeah dude, of course. I’ll tell the little idiot to like, text you as soon as he gets back,” Casey said in his muzzy sounding voice.

“Thanks Casey!” Sascha’s unusually serious expression briefly brightened and then the fluffy dog teen’s shoulders slumped and he started to turn away, “I guess I’ll see you later.”

Casey didn’t respond for a long moment, “Uh, I mean, if you don’t have anything better to do, you’re welcome to hang out here or whatever until he gets back.”

Sascha’s face lit back up and his tail turned into a white blur, “Really?!”

Casey nodded, held the door open, and stood out of the way, “Yeah dude, can’t break tradition. You’re welcome to hang out in Ian’s room if you want, or I’m watching movies ‘n junk if you feel like chilling out or whatever.”

“Oh, Ian doesn’t like people in his room if he’s not there,” Sascha said doubtfully, and probably with good reason too, since Sascha’s thoughts immediately turned to searching his friend’s room for any written evidence of… Feelings, and failing that he could just lay in Ian’s bed and burrow into his pillows and enjoy the faint smell of cattledog teen and Skull n Bones canine body spray. He immediately felt his face go hot with preemptive guilt.

Casey made a dismissive noise, “He won’t say shit if I tell him it’s cool.”

“That’s ok, hanging out sounds fun!” Sascha said brightly. Ian might be Sascha’s Very Best Friend and Favorite Person, but Casey ranked very high on his own merits. Plus, Ian jealously guarded access to his beloved older brother and when they were all hanging out together Sascha wasn’t supposed to bug Casey with dumb questions or make Ian look lame by talking.

Sascha followed Casey into the cool, dark entryway and wrinkled his sensitive nose, the normally tidy MacDoggle house smelled weird. Like… burnt fur, and the time in middle school when his friend Jeremiah had gotten into a fight at lunch over the last pudding cup, the striped skunk had been surprised with a sucker punch to the snout and had accidentally fired off his defensive spray in the middle of the cafeteria, although it wasn’t nearly as strong as that had been, it didn’t make Sascha’s nose burn and his eyes water, but it wasn’t good, whatever it was.

The smell was stronger as they padded down the stairs and into the basement, Sascha curled his tail around to his lap and neatly sat down on one end of the huge basement couch, a war movie was playing on the big flat screen TV, currently a Californian Guard Para Ranger in an old fashioned uniform was dropping over what Sascha thought was supposed to be Occupied Mojave in the 3rd War of Californio Independence.

Casey flopped down on the other side of the couch, “We can watch something else, I’m not like super sold on this.”

The blue merle cattle dog kicked his bare foot paws up onto the big, low coffee table, drawing Sascha’s always wandering attention.

“What’s that?” Sascha asked innocently and pointed to what looked like a dirty glass vase half filled with brown water and a metal tray with a plastic baggie full of what looked like the stuff his own older brother used to make trees and bushes for wargaming.

Casey looked down at his feet and jumped, “Ah shit!”

Sascha blinked and his ears folded back, “Sorry!” He wasn’t sure what he’d done, but any time Ian started swearing it usually meant he’d done something embarrassing.

“Nah, dude it’s no big deal,” Casey waved a dismissive paw, “Guess I got kinda way too baked and forgot I had all my herb out. Just uh, hey I know you like, tell Ian everything, but like, you mind keeping this quiet?”

Sascha’s ears perked back up, Casey was smoking Marihuana Cigarettes in the very basement where he and Ian played video games (and sometimes practice kissed!), it felt vaguely sacrilegious. On the other paw, though, this was his chance to prove he wasn’t just a dumb, excitable dork.

“Oh it’s ok,” Sascha said, sounding much less shocked than he felt, who would have thought Ian’s cool and artsy musician older brother could be doing drugs?

“I don’t tell Ian everything,” Sascha said firmly, although it wasn’t like he didn’t want to, “I can keep a secret.”

“Hell yeah dude,” Casey reached over and bumped Sascha’s fist, making the snow white bridge of the samoyed’s snout blush a light red. Casey turned back to the TV and leaned back with his hands behind his head, his raised arms lifted the bottom edge of his band t-shirt – a tight, black t-shirt for something called Endless Waste – and exposed a strip of the cattle dog’s flat, white and blue furred belly up to his bellybutton. Sascha stared for just a second longer than was strictly necessary and quickly turned his head back towards the TV, his blushing intensifying to a bright, scarlet red.

Sascha tried to focus on the movie and ignore the racing thud of his heart. Ok yes, he had just seen a little bit of Ian’s brother’s tummy, and part of the blue elastic waistband of his underwear that was visible above his low-slung black jeans, and Sascha would even concede that he might have seen a small tuft of Casey’s silky pubic fur, but none of [that should have been particularly startling. He had seen tummies before, and underwear, and if there was anything interesting about his below the belt fur, it was probably just seeing it in Casey’s unusual merle coat color.

No, more likely, on seeing someone that looked more than a little Ian-like, his subconscious had just gotten extra excited on deciding that his Very Best Friend was here after all. Which didn’t explain why his sheath had gotten uncomfortably tight, but sometimes it did that all on its own anyways.

Mix in his surprise at finding out Casey was apparently casually using Drugs on the very couch Sascha sometimes slept on during sleepovers, and maybe it did explain his current state. Sascha had been firmly raised to Just Say No when it came to Drugs and that included Marihuana Weeds.

His eyes kept drifting back to the open baggie of evil smelling green and purple chunks of plant and he wondered if it was possible to get ‘high’ just from being in the same room someone had smoked in, it seemed plausible, he could certainly smell it well enough.

“You wanna try it?” Casey finally asked in a relaxed, curious voice from his side of the couch after spotting Sascha staring at the baggie of weed, gesturing with one paw at the Smoking Vase, which Sascha believed might have been called a ‘Joint’ or a ‘Doobie’.

Sascha jumped in his seat and looked away from the Drugs. Oh jeez, this was just like in his Sunday School class when he was a pup and they all had to watch a skit that was very close to this one, although in that one the drug dealer had been one of the youth pastors wearing tie-dye and a headband who had said stuff like “the first hit’s free, but after that you gotta pay.” Eventually someone had stood up to him by saying No and then they had all been saved by praying to Doggo Jesus. Except this was Casey, he wouldn’t ask Sascha to do anything dangerous, right?

“What’s it like?” Sascha asked in a small voice.

“I dunno,” Casey said with a wide grin, “it’s kinda hard to describe, it’s not like, super intense or anything. You just feel hella relaxed and creative ‘n junk. Legit no pressure though, if you change your mind later on you can have like, an IOU for getting baked. I mean, as long as I got any bud on me.”

Sascha thought for several seconds, “I’ve never smoked anything before.”

“It’s cool, big guy, I’ll walk you through it,” Casey nodded slowly, seemingly agreeing with his own thoughts.

“Mm, ok!” Sascha agreed suddenly, Ian was gonna be soo jealous after he-

“Can’t tell Ian you smoked with me though dude,” Casey seemed to read the gleam in Sascha’s eyes, “I mean, you can tell anybody else you want, I don’t really care, but Ian can be like… complicated.”

“I know,” Sascha agreed and sighed, “It’s ok, he probably would have just said I was making it up anyways.”

“How do I do it?”

“Hell yeah, dude!” Casey sat up and grabbed the glass piece on the coffee table, then scooted over next to Sascha until their legs were touching, the younger samoyed was very aware of how warm the bigger dog’s thigh was through his jeans. Casey leaned over and slid the tray with the baggie of Drugs on it to their side of the table.

“Ok, so first things like, first,” Casey cleared his throat and pointed to the glass vase-thing, “this is a bong, it like, filters the smoke through water so it’s not so like, harsh.”

Sascha giggled nervously, the shy noise seemed incongruous with the white dog boy’s large frame.

“What?” Casey asked with one eyebrow raised.

“That’s a weird name for it,” Sascha’s laughter trailed off, “Sorry.”

Casey looked at the bong and shrugged, “Yeah I dunno man, most weed stuff sounds pretty weird if you really think about it.”

Casey pointed to a small, charred looking metal cup sticking diagonally off the side near the base of the bong, “This is the bowl, you pack your weed in here.”

The cattle dog grabbed a small brass canister from the tray and unscrewed it into two halves, “This is your grinder, it does what it sounds like and makes the weed burn better.”

Sascha nodded and kept silent, now interested in all of the paraphernalia.

“Ok, so basically you wanna pack the ground up bud into the bowl, but not too much or too tightly,” Casey demonstrated by pressing a large pinch of the ground up Drugs into the metal bowl with his thumb, “now you’re basically ready to get baked. I’ll hold it and light it for you, you just gotta pull the slide when I say so.”

Sascha’s tail wagged uncertainly, being ‘baked’ sounded kind of scary, but he wasn’t going to back out now.

Casey held the mouth of the Marihuana Bong up near Sascha’s snout and snapped the lighter to life.
--

“It’s ok dude, you’re fine,” Casey gently hugged Sascha and the samoyed buried his snout into the bigger dog’s shoulder, “You just got a little too high is all, give it like ten minutes and you’ll feel fan-fuckin’-tastic.”

Sascha looked up with huge, now bloodshot eyes, “Really?”

“Yeah dude, my first time getting blazed I puked for like an hour straight and…” Casey paused awkwardly, “one of my friends had to carry me home.”

Sascha tried imagining a younger Casey slung over someone’s shoulders.

“Were you like, Ian’s size when you were our age?” Sascha asked and licked his lips, his mouth felt absolutely parched. He imagined himself carrying a sick Ian back home and his heart began to pound even harder than it already was.

“Nah, poor little dork is probably always gonna be short, not everybody can be in the Tall Boys’ Club,” Casey let go of Sascha and leaned back with a wink. Sascha drew his knees up to his chest and sat sideways against the armrest of the couch, first wishing Casey would hug him again, then feeling guilty about it.

“Were they mad they had to carry you?” Sascha asked, looking at his paws as he slowly opened and closed them.

“Nah, he owed me a solid, not like I didn’t carry his drunk ass home from parties all the time,” Casey looked far off and wistful, “I dunno, it’s just like, what you do for friends I guess.”

Casey looked so melancholic when he said it, that Sascha wished he could do something to cheer him up. He wondered if Casey’s tummy was as sensitive as Ian’s, Sascha wasn’t supposed to touch Ian’s belly any more because Ian said it was ‘super gay’, but it always cheered Ian up when he ended up giving him tummy rubs anyways.

Casey frowned and seemed like he wanted to say something, then didn’t. Sascha wondered what it would be like to kiss Casey, he and Ian had practiced enough that he thought he was pretty good at it. Even as he was thinking about doing it, he realized he’d leaned forward and planted his mouth on the older boy’s without even realizing it. He kissed Casey softly and the other dog responded by kissing him back slowly and thoroughly.

Sascha sat back on his knees and pulled his mouth away from Casey’s, he realized he was panting like he had just run a five-k.

“Oh… whoa,” Casey seemed dazed.

“Sorry!” Sascha said shyly, he could feel his whole face blushing up to his ear tips.

“Nah it’s chill, big guy. I mean like, that wasn’t ‘cause you’ve got like, Feels for me or nothin’, right?”

Sascha was surprised to see the usually unflappable older teen also looking embarrassed and with a dull blush visible along the white stripe that ran up the bridge of his snout and divided his otherwise blue and grey forehead.

“I dunno,” Sascha looked back at his paws, he had no idea why he’d done it, he had just felt like if he hadn’t he might have passed out.

“I always kinda thought you were like, all about Ian,” Casey said carefully, “I mean I’d be like, y’know, flattered or whatever if you did, just like, it wouldn’t really work, you know?”

Sascha nodded, “Ian doesn’t like me anymore though.”

Whoa what? Sascha’s slightly scrambled mind had to double check that he’d just said that out loud. He usually shut those kinds of thoughts down any time he happened to think them.

Casey raised his eyebrows and then leaned forward and hugged the fluffy younger boy again, more tightly this time, “Aww, c’mon Sasch’, Ian likes you fine, he’s just going through a phase where he’s too cool for school. And I don’t wanna sound like I’m shit talking my little bro or anything, but you could probably do better, dude.”

“He has a new best friend or something,” Sascha said miserably, internally shocked once again that he was voicing all the forbidden topics.

Casey snorted, “I doubt it, Ian can maybe keep a secret from you, but I guarantee he’d have told me if he had any kind of new friends.”

“I wish I was cool,” Sascha said wistfully. He barked in surprise as Casey threw a blue furred arm around his broad shoulders and scooted up close to him.

“You’re like, cooler than you know, Sasch’,” Casey said solemnly, “Ian’ll realize it eventually.”

“Really?” Sascha said with huge and hopeful, if bloodshot, eyes.

“Yeah dude, and you’re a hella good kisser,” Casey ruffled Sascha’s snow white headfur and got him to bark with laughter.

“I’ve got some um, practice,” Sascha blushed.

“Oh yeah?” Casey raised an eyebrow behind the thin frames of his glasses, “you ever uh, practice anything else?”

Sascha shook his head, the samoyed felt his heart thump in his chest. Casey rested his paw on Sascha’s thigh and leaned in closer.

“I bet I know what’ll make you feel better,” Casey stroked at Sascha’s thigh and gave the younger boy a warm grin.

“Wh-what’s that?” Sascha said nervously, his anxiety was starting to ramp back up.

“Getting your dick sucked,” Casey said right before kissing Sascha again.

Sascha let out a squeak that belied his size, but kissed the older dog back as Casey nimbly undid his belt and fly with one paw. Sascha growled low in his throat as Casey’s paw slid beneath the waistband of his underwear and wrapped around his already uncomfortably tight sheath.

“Just lay back and chill out,” Casey said affably as he pulled down the front of Sascha’s boxer shorts. Sascha tapped his claws together nervously.

“I say goddamn,” Casey said mildly as he dropped onto his knees in front of the big samoyed and inspected Sascha’s large white furred sheath and balls, “Guess you’re a member of the big dick club, too.”

Sascha laughed nervously, “Am I?”

“Hell yeah dude, I think you got bigger balls than I do,” Casey’s hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of Sascha’s sheath and the small bit of red penis sticking out of it.

“Is yours um, big too?” Sascha finished with a whine as Casey lightly squeezed his partway inflated knot through his sheath.

Casey looked up at him with a grin that made Sascha feel weird in his belly, “I don’t wanna brag or nothin’, but nobody’s ever complained about it.”

“Oh,” Sascha squeaked as his cock slowly slid out into the open air, he wasn’t sure how to follow that up, although he wanted to ask Casey if he could see it.

“You wanna see it?” Casey seemed to be able to read Sascha’s mind just from how nervous he got. Sascha nodded, his mouth was too dry even to speak. Casey sat up and pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting his large, pink cock flop out. Sascha squeaked again then moaned as Casey leaned forward and gave his balls a lick. It was way bigger than his, even with Casey’s large knot still hidden away in his mottled sheath.

Sascha’s wandering attention was brought back by the hot, wet sensation of Casey’s lips fastening onto just the pointed tip of his cock. Sascha moaned, getting louder as Casey sank down all the way to his knot, the older dog’s tongue swirled around Sascha’s thick shaft and Casey held there, seeming to kiss against the base of his knot while his tongue teased at the stretched skin of his sheath.

Sascha moaned again and hugged against Casey’s head, he always skipped jacking off on Fridays, just in case something happened with Ian on Saturday and he was now thinking that might have been a mistake.

“Um, Casey, I think I’m going to um, finish,” Sascha barely managed to squeak out the words, Casey moaned around his cock and slowly bobbed his head. Sascha moaned again, trying his best to hold back, surely Casey would be grossed out if he came in his mouth, but he didn’t seem to be stopping either.

Sascha growled in disappointment and panted with relief as Casey finally pulled his mouth away from his now twitching and leaking cock.

“You ready to cum already, Sasch’?” Casey asked in a teasing voice as he ran the pad of his nose up the samoyed boy’s thick, red shaft. Sascha nodded uneasily, worried he was embarrassing himself in front of Ian’s cool older brother.

“Good,” Casey opened his mouth and gently squeezed behind Sascha’s knot, sliding back the tight, slick skin of his sheath. Sascha noticed he was jacking himself off with his other paw and briefly thought he might faint from arousal. Instead he howled and thrust forward as Casey tugged at his knot, the dripping tip of his cock slid against Casey’s broad, pink tongue and Sascha tensed and dug his claws into the couch as his thick cum jetted into Casey’s mouth, the older teenager moaned lustily and went back to sucking as Sascha’s climax slowly ran down.

Casey pulled off of Sascha’s still leaking dick with an audible pop and slowly swallowed Sascha’s cum with a satisfied noise.

“Feelin’ better?” Casey asked as he flopped down next to Sascha, his large erection now fully exposed and leaking pre-cum against Casey’s t-shirt.

Sascha nodded slowly, still a little in shock, “Was it ok that I uh…” Sascha wasn’t even sure how to finish his question.

“Nutted in my mouth?” Casey asked while he slowly stroked himself while looking at Sascha’s throbbing knot and cock, “Sure dude, it was hot as hell.”

Sascha wanted to ask if he could try doing the same thing for Casey, but his anxiety was still lingering in the background, “Would it be ok if I um, watched you uh, masturbate?”

Sascha’s face went even redder, sure Casey would tell him absolutely not. Instead, the bigger cattle dog put his arm around Sascha’s shoulder and pulled him close.

“Sure,” Casey was breathing hard, “Here, put your paw on my knot.”

Sascha tentatively wrapped his fingers around Casey’s huge knot while Casey kept stroking the shaft.

“Yeah, dude, squeeze it a little,” Casey panted, Sascha did as he was asked. Suddenly, Casey was kissing him again, pressed up hard against him with his tongue twisting against Sascha’s. Sascha tried rhythmically squeezing like Casey had and was rewarded with a low growl from Casey.

They made out for nearly five minutes before Casey humped against him and broke away to gasp for air. Still very high, Sascha hadn’t even known he was going to lean down and put his mouth on Casey’s cock until the slick, salty length was already in his mouth.

“Fuck!” Casey snarled and dug his fingers into Sascha’s thick headfur. Hot, astringent, and musky cum flooded into Sascha’s mouth, the samoyed struggled to swallow it and realized some of it was spilling out onto Casey’s thighs and blue and tan furred balls.

Sascha gave Casey’s leaking erection a final lick and sat back up, looking away bashfully.

“Holy shit, Sasch’,” Casey panted and leaned against him.

“Was that ok?” Sascha hoped he hadn’t taken any liberties.

“Yeah, dude, that was incredible,” Casey gave him a light kiss that had just begun to turn into something more intense when they both heard the front door open upstairs.

“Uh, maybe we should like, clean up before anyone comes downstairs,” Casey said as he put his glasses back on.

Sascha nodded guiltily and quickly tucked away his slick penis and zipped up his pants. He barked in surprise as Casey wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve.

“You got some uh, cum, kinda everywhere,” Casey grinned, “You should probably go wash your face.”
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When Sascha got back from the bathroom all of the smoking equipment was gone and Ian was setting up his video game console and looking sweaty but not too unhappy.

“I loaned it to Dylan and had to pick it up and whatnot,” Ian explained, instantly more cheerful from Casey being in the room. Sascha’s heart soared, Ian hadn’t abandoned him after all. He thought he would feel guilty about what he and Casey had done, but that was already starting to feel like a dream.

Ian’s nose wrinkled, “Do you guys smell something?”

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