I've seen a few "Here's a story about what me and my mate did in bed last night..." stories around, but many of them read like a shopping list as much as they do an adult story. 'We sucked, then fucked. He came, I moaned.' Etc. So I thought I'd test my perspective skills with a little stream of consciousness writing. Thus this story came to be; a German Shepherd telling you all about the night he had with his boyfriend, just writing what comes to mind as it comes to mind. I hope you enjoy it as much as it seems he did! ^^

[center][b][u]Lust Happens[/u][/b][/center]


There are days... sometimes one or two a month, sometimes less, or sometimes every day of a whole week, where I feel like I'm gonna explode. I can't sit still, I can't focus, I can barely make it through the day at work. Until I get to see him, my man... he's all I can think about. 

That damned fox, sitting in his office or chilling out on the couch at home on his days off. He looks so hot in his shirt and tie, especially when that's all he's wearing! And when he doesn't have to work... jeez, he might not even be wearing anything. Just sitting on the couch watching TV or reading a book without a care in the world. If the mood strikes him, he might jerk off... or maybe he'll just sit there, hard and horny, waiting for me to get home. He knows, no matter how my day has been, that the sight of his cock will leave me giggling like a kid in a candy store. Once he starts to moan though, I'm all business. Nothing will separate us until he's shot his load. Not a phone call, not a burglary, not the end of the world itself.

Actually, I suppose that even those feelings get stronger when I'm feeling especially hard up. Plenty of gay guys like to suckle on their boyfriends, like to make them feel good to show their love. When I'm in a mood though, it's so much more than that. It's love and lust, yeah, but the kind of love that makes you want to cry it's so strong, and lust that makes it hard not to kick down the front door just to be with him a second or two earlier than fumbling with a damned key would allow!

Yesterday was one of those days, and... yeah, I'm gonna tell you about it. I dunno, why, not really. Maybe the idea of someone reading about our sex life turns me on, or perhaps part of me just wants to shout out to the world how much I love Liam. How much I love my fox in heart, mind, body and soul alike. He knows I'm doing this, by the way, and he's cool with it. In fact he kinda liked the idea. He said that when it's done, he'd like to read it with me... while we jerk each other off. 

What a guy, huh?

He won't be back from work for another hour or so though. It really sucks, we never seem to have our days off together no matter how hard we try and figure out a matching schedule with our bosses. It was Liam who had the day off yesterday though, so I was at work and he was here in our apartment when I started to feel that aching in my heart, that silent but potent longing for his presence before me and his crotch pressed against my lips. 

By the time it hit five-fifteen and my shift was over, my cock was bumping against the underside of the desk and I was only hearing every third word or so that my clients were saying. I think I might have given someone a $2000 loan for a holiday in Cuba. Good luck to them with that. All I know for absolutely certain was that when I got back to our apartment almost a full hour of rush hour commuting later, I had to hold my jacket in front of my midriff to avoid giving the neighbours one hell of a show. They know Liam and I are together, but we don't flaunt our sex lives in public. At least... not before writing this.

Anyway, by the time I got to our front door I was all but seeing Liam's cock dancing temptingly before my eyes. I could barely get my key in the door my hands were shaking so much, and when I actually got inside... well, I don't want to sound like a nympho, or whatever you call a guy like that, but I was undoing my belt buckle and slipping out of my shoes before I'd even closed the door behind me. I called out to Liam, not so much letting him know I was home as begging for him to come and save me from these feelings with a desperate cry. He must have heard all too clearly how needy I was, because when my handsome fox appeared in the living room doorway some moments later he was already tugging off his t-shirt!

With my trousers slipping down around my knees, boxers tented violently, I all but threw myself at him. He caught me like I weighed no more than a football, swung me around in his arms, and pressed me back against the hallway wall just beside the door. My head cracked off the papered wall as he pressed his lips to mine with incredible force, but I didn't care in the slightest. The kiss was every bit as fiery as the passion burning inside my own heart, and before long I felt Liam's hands running through my headfur. He's always loved the way I keep mine naturally short, just like I love his fluffy black crop of hair. Liam's forever stroking and scratching my head when I'm down between his legs, and I think he enjoys that part of proceedings as much as he does his cock in my muzzle!

Liam has a pet name for me... his sexy shep. It's not the most original name for my breed I know, not to you or anyone else probably. But to us, it's no less special and unique. I'm the only shep he loves, and every time he says it... it's like he's saying how much he loves me with the very same words! He called me it yesterday, just after our first kiss and just before the second. My paws were already unbuttoning his jeans, and my fingertips could already feel him swelling inside them. 

We could have stayed right there in the hallway, but we both like a little comfort with our sex no matter how horny we are. So, once his trousers were discarded in a heap beside his lean, well toned legs and my own clothes had been half peeled, half torn away by his own questing paws, we hurriedly concurred that it was time to move things to the bedroom. That was how Liam ended up leading me through the hallway by my cock; his left hand wrapped firmly around my throbbing length while I whimpered and groaned happily behind him, following on the tips of my footpaws and trying vainly to thrust against his soft, velvety palm-pads.

He let go when we reached the bedroom, allowing me to take the initiative back and drag him don onto our large double bed. The worn bedsprings creaked with familiar, resigned acceptance of the hard work we frequently put them to, but held firm and bounced right back as we tumbled to the mattress in a single mass of entwined arms, legs, bare fur and exposed flesh. For a short while; two, maybe three full minutes actually, we lay curled up together on our sides in a horny, love-stricken little ball. Liam's arms were in my headfur again as he kissed me, and mine clawed feverishly at his upper back in the throes of unrestrained passion. Our legs remained tightly intertwined, and our crotches ground roughly together as best they could in an equally fevered search for stimulation.

All the while, our kissing continued. I can't impress upon you how much we love kissing, and while not all couples share those feelings... I hope there are a few of you out there who know how I feel when I say that for us, each moment of contact between our muzzles and their tongues only served to compound the unceasing love and lust pounding in our hearts. It was heaven, and just knowing that we were ready and able to do so much more made it so much better.

Looking back, even though it was just a day ago, I can't remember who initiated the change in position. I guess I was just that into the moment; heck, we both were, and it really doesn't matter anyway. Nevertheless, the important thing is that somehow a few minutes later I found myself straddling Liam, looking deep into his eyes and kissing him one more time before allowing my body to slide down the length of my gorgeous fox's own. I kissed his neck, his chest and his belly, not letting a single portion of his delectable anatomy escape my touch as I descended. It's adorable, the way he giggles when I do that. Such a sweet, innocent noise coming from someone who's normally such a cool, level headed guy makes it all the more adorable!

When I reached his crotch, I won't lie, I went down on him like a true blue cock-slut. Hell, if you ignored the fact I love him more than anything in this world I guess that's what you'd call me on days like these. I took him into my mouth, or at least the first five inches of his length, and wrapped the fingers of my left hand around the remaining three. My Liam is a big boy... not too big, but still more than a mouthful for anyone who isn't a giraffe! Eight glorious inches, and that's not even including his knot when it forms. I've never been able to take him all the way, and neither of us can do the whole '[i]deep throat[/i]' thing... but I still adore sucking him off whenever possible, and Liam certainly seems to enjoy the mix of paw and tongue too. Using my paw on the base, sometimes lapping at that exposed flesh with my tongue, it all adds to the experience.

Once I started to suck him off, it wasn't long at all before he began to moan. Most of it was just general noise; groans, whimpers, all those heavenly sounds of sexuality that any self-respecting lover will adore hearing from their partner. Every so often though he'd moan something comprehensible. He'd whisper my name, or a gasped proclamation of loving adoration; each syllable betraying the same desire which my actions were lavishing upon him. 

I bobbed up and down on Liam's shaft with the familiarity and affection we share in most aspects of our lives together, slurping and suckling with equal vigour and delight. He tells me that I look really cute when I'm going down on him. I've been told that my ears twitch, my tail wags, even that the corners of my muzzle look like they're constantly turned up in a smile. I'd say he was right for sure, but I only have his word for it. When I'm down there, my mind only has room for thoughts of one thing. Him.

Although, thinking about it, I suppose there is one way I could find out for sure. If we ever taped ourselves having sex, then... wow. I've never really thought about that before. It would be really hot though, seeing how much I turn him on and him me in return. 

Speaking of turning me on, Liam moaning while I sucked him was driving me wild. I was naked too of course, he wouldn't have let me take the first turn if I hadn't proved that I was just as turned on as him, and while my head was buried in my fox's crotch my legs were resting on either side of his own. My ass and tail were wriggling in the air, and my own erection was throbbing like you wouldn't believe beneath them. I was already drooling pre-cum over Liam's knees... I'm kinda productive in that department, but luckily he likes that... and my cock was [i]begging[/i] to be touched. Some days I'd have held back. Waited, so that once he'd cum Liam could choose some fun and foxy way to get me off. Hell, if I'd waited just a few minutes after finishing him, I'd be willing to bet my life that he'd have been ready and all too willing to fuck me. Being made love to when you're as horny as I was then... god, you have no idea what a prostate can do for an already mind-blowing experience if you haven't actually tried it. And if you do... then I hope you're thinking about that feeling right now. I know I am.

This time however there was no chance of that. Yeah, we'd have sex before the evening was over. We'd both have our fill at both ends of the game! But when it came to our first act together; [i]my[/i] first orgasm of the evening as well as his, waiting or holding back in any way simply wasn't an option. I couldn't have held back any longer than I did if I'd wanted to, and I [i]really[/i] didn't want to!

With my muzzle still locked around just the first few inches of his shaft, my tongue currently busy lashing his tip whilst my hand manually masturbated the now six of eight inches glistening in the open air, I started to paw myself off using my remaining free hand. It was a delicately balanced exercise, being able to suck Liam off and occupy both hands without compromising my skill or positioning on the bed, but I had years of practise to ensure I got it just right. Thus I didn't just tease myself, or gently start to work myself up whilst making sure that Liam was still ahead in the pleasure stakes. No, I went to town with all the fevered lust I could muster. My paw became a blur on my cock, and as a result I started to moan longer and louder than even Liam. My muzzle slurped at his length with even more disordered, frenzied eagerness, and the vibration from my gurgling gasps of glee sent my lover to new heights of rapture. 

I could feel Liam beginning to quiver, and his hips starting to twitch upwards as my horny hand-humping set off a fresh series of creaks and almost sensual groans from the metal springs and wooden frame of the bed beneath us. I wish I could go into more detail, telling you about every moan and motion of the minute or so that followed, but all I can honestly report is what I believe happened. I remember a lot of cries; some his, some muffled and thus almost certainly mine. I remember my fingers feeling hot and sticky, running them over the tip of my cock and feeling like I could die it felt so good. I remember taking my muzzle off him entirely for just a moment, and sharing a single unified growl of ecstasy as I squeezed both of our cocks tightly, and felt fresh rivers of pre spilling over both my paws. And all the while, more cries...

"[i]Shep! Oh fuck, Sh-Shep! [b]Yes! [/b][/i]"

..., accompanied by the most delicious sensations of toe curling pleasure, passion and pride all at once. 

Those memories are all secondary though. I'd like to say that they were second to love; pure, tender love, but that's not the case. Love is everything in mine and Liam's relationship, but just because it's always present doesn't mean it has to control every aspect of our life together. Sex is always filled with love if those involved are filled with it too, but there are times... many times in our case, where sex is about physically blowing one another's minds with pleasure above all else. Even love.

This was one of those times, one of those occasions where lust shamelessly overtook us both and cast our minds into an abyss from which only total sexual release would release them in turn. I suckled upon Liam and masturbated myself without the slightest restraint, both of us trying our very hardest not to lose control whilst simultaneously fighting to glean every last drop of bliss from these carnal acts. I felt and tasted his smooth, slightly sweet pre-cum against my tongue, running drop by drop down my throat, and savoured every mouthful. Meanwhile I continued to slide a paw up and down my own shaft, squeezing and stroking as much as I could bear without setting myself off right there and then. I dared not touch my knot; that would have sealed my fate for sure. It was already engorged, and each time my fingers reached the base of my cock it screamed to be touched by more than the slight brushing of my fur against its rounded, bulbous apex.

Whether or not I gave in though, it was a universal certainty that I wouldn't last much longer. What furs say about canines not being able to cum until you've stimulated their knot, its only partly true. It's much harder to achieve orgasm without it, yeah, but if you're horny enough... and if you work the member concerned with that magic touch, boy, what a feeling! Whether or not I went down that route though depended on Liam. I wasn't gonna cum until he was too, that decision had been made long before I ever got home from work. But when he did cum... I was going to be right there, sharing the ecstasy with him. 

Some thirty seconds or so later, again I'm not exactly how long, I felt a fresh series of jolts pass through the bed beneath me. It took my sexually primed body no time at all to figure out what was happening, especially once I'd heard Liam crying out and felt the cock in my muzzle begin to twitch upward with more force than ever. His fists were causing the bed to shake. My poor, pleasure stricken fox drove them down into the bed's soft mattress over and over again as I drew him mercilessly closer to the brink of sweet, blissful delirium with my body. I couldn't blame him, not given the level of sheer pleasure I was forcing him to deal with.

My lips were closed tight around him while I bobbed up and down, my tongue lashing his length and helping me to gulp down yet more of his seemingly inexhaustible reserve of pre. My paws however, they were the cause of the real strain on his sanity. I don't know when exactly, but at some point between my last moments of true clarity and the one I was experiencing right then I'd stopped retraining myself and allowed my fingers to assail Liam's bulging knot. I was massaging it vigorously, in no two minds about what I was expecting from my man! And with him reacting as he was, it seemed that Liam's body was all too willing to meet those lofty and lusty expectations.

He cried out so very loudly... howling his pleasure to the roof and the heavens beyond it, not to mention my eagerly pricked ears. I whimpered my own giddy ecstasy around his cock, massaging my own length with fevered pleasure when I felt the first squirt of his sexual bounty hit my tongue. Gods... there's no feeling in this world which compares to that of your muzzle having your lover's cock explode inside it. It allows every sense the chance to share. The sight of a body writhing beneath you. The sounds of their euphoria. The smell of that deep sexual musk that intoxicates the mind so deliciously. The taste, individual to each fur but sweet and sharp in Liam's case. But above all others, the sheer [i]feel[/i] of that length of flesh pulsing, throbbing, spilling its load hard and fast as the body's muscles can bear! All brought together by that single, wonderful act of orgasm.

Liam came into my muzzle, and it was every bit as heavenly as I'd been hoping for since I began to get that awful aching feeling at work earlier in the day. His rich seed ran down my throat like ambrosia in the gullet of a man on the verge of death by dehydration, quenching my thirst in more ways than one and rendering what little remained of my coherently conscious mind decidedly redundant. I half whimpered, half gurgled in delight as his virile body spilled load after load of creamy cum into my waiting maw. Part of me wanted to pull back at that moment and let him unload the rest over my face; to paint me white and show him just how happy I was to be receiving his seed. The only thing that held me back was the thought of how much I'd longed for this earlier in the day. How I'd craved Liam's shaft between my lips, and waited so very patiently for the chance to taste him. Some days all that you wanted to do was suck a dick. It's not romantic, but it's the truth. And this was one of those days.

Not five seconds after Liam's cum began to erupt from his foxhood, a slight trickle of white escaping one corner of my muzzle where my lips were parted by his girl, I joined my lover in orgasm. I never did touch my knot in the end, and as a result there was no violent explosion of seed from my length. Instead my already throbbing cock simply throbbed harder and the steady stream of precum it had been drooling for some time turned into a full-on river of true semen. My toes curled as I milked myself and Liam in unison, tail twitching fiercely and cock painting my lover's legs white where I was straddling them. I couldn't say a word, couldn't even cry out properly as I came, but it was okay. Liam cried out for the both of us as he felt my moans reverberating through his pulsing shaft and the dripping upon his knees! I meanwhile made a mess worthy of two as my cock just kept on flowing. Each pulse brought forth more cum, and just when I was sure it was over yet more would take its place.

By the time we stopped cumming, I barely had the strength to drag myself up the bed and collapse beside Liam. He cuddled me, and licked my cheek. I let him, trying to catch my breath and unable to do much else at that precise moment in time. When I had regained my composure a little though, we started to kiss again. Lying on our sides, arms around one another, we played with one another's tongues as the pleasant warmth of a satisfying afterglow rocked us gently in its own embrace.

I think that's where I'll stop, for now at least. That was our first time yesterday, but if I skip just ten minutes ahead I'll end up having to tell you about the second time too.

Before I stop writing completely though, I do want to ask you one last thing. If you enjoyed this little insight into our lives, then just remember that me and Liam are normal guys. We're not the perfect couple, and anyone can have a relationship like ours. One built on love, but filled with so much more. All you have to do is make sure that both you and your partner know that it's natural to experience all sorts of different feelings, and to want to share them with your mate. 

Love is a wonderful feeling to have, and even better to share... but lust is important too. Love happens, and lust happens. They're all just different parts of the same beautiful picture. 


Thanks for reading. 
- Jeremy F. Shiller.


 

By Jeeves