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… They had been situated on the couch in Dustan’s living room watching a movie that neither one of them were really paying attention to. It was almost midnight, the time when Dustan usually starts to get ready for bed and the time when Adrian makes his way back home, but tonight, Adrian had other plans. 

Dustan was shirtless (for Adrian’s benefit) and wore some loose sweat pants tonight. Adrian had been idly stroking the arm that Dustan had slung around him, but he knew his window of opportunity was closing and had to act. He always lets Dustan make the first move with their relationship, but he knew that Dustan knew he was a virgin and would likely never make the first move on him, so he intends on taking things into his own hands.

Twisting his torso, Adrian slowly slid down Dustan’s body so his head was resting on the dog's rock hard abdomen. With the hand that wasn't between himself and Dustan, he reached over and touched the black triangle of fur between the hem of Dustan’s sweats and navel. It was subtle, but Adrian felt Dustan tense slightly, but didn’t stop him. Taking it as permission to continue, Adrian slowly slid his hand down further until his fingers were under the hem of Dustan’s sweats. He kept them there, flexing them rhythmically to lightly scritch the skin beneath the thick fur and he could feel Dustan shudder slightly. 

He hadn’t noticed it until now, but Dustan was holding his breath as Adrian pushed further down until his hand was inside of his pants. Slowly, tantalizingly inching its way closer and closer to the goal. Until finally Adrian reached the fluffy protrusion of skin with stiffness already taking hold of it. It was hot to the touch, Adrian realized, and much bigger than he thought it’d feel and Dustan wasn’t even hard yet. He let his hand travel just a little further down until he could hold one of the apple sized balls in his hand. They were two big to hold both with one hand, but he gave them equal attention, gently squeezing and kneading each one in turn, massaging them, tugging on them, and watching as the bulge in the sweatpants gradually grew into a tent. 

Adrian froze when Dustan finally started to move. He lifted his hips, and grabbed the hem of his sweatpants before quickly pulling them down his thighs, revealing the thing Adrian had been most curious about ever since moving into the house next door. It was long, and impossibly thick, darkly coloured with a slightly lighter head, and it was still growing. Unable to keep his hands off any longer, Adrean released Dustan’s balls and tentatively touched his shaft, feeling it flex in approval of his contact. He took hold of the shaft and noticed that his fingers don't even come close to circling its girth. He wished his other hand wasn't pinned between them just so he could fully appreciate its size, but made due and began slowly pumping its length. He traced every vein with his fingers, took note of Dustan’s heartbeat pulsating his cock, squeezed and made it flex under the light pressure. He was completely enamoured with it and immediately wanted more.

Leaning forward and pulling the enormous dick towards himself, he came face to face with it. Dustan’s scent was the most palpable here, rich and masculine with a hint of sweetness to it, Adrian could help himself. Opening his muzzle and sticking out his tongue, he tasted his boyfriend for the first time. Adrian didn’t know what to expect, but he was pleasantly surprised with the salty flavour that invaded his tongue. He didn’t know how to describe it other than it tasted like Dustan.

The dog panted when he felt Adrian’s tongue on his cock, and it took every ounce of willpower to not thrust his hips up.Adrian seemed to know what that meant, and leaned forward again, this time trying to take the whole head between his lips. Dustan kept both hands on the back and arm of the couch around him, despite how badly he wanted to take hold of Adrean’s head and guide him further down his shaft, and he’s glad he did too. With a small bit of struggle, Adrian did manage to fit Dustan’s tip into his mouth, but that was all he could fit in before Dustan felt the mouse gag around his length and had to take it out of his mouth.

“Dont… Dont worry about it, kid.” Dustan panted out between breaths. 

Adrian turned his head to look at Dustan, a sliver of saliva on the corner of his mouth. “I was curious about it, but I was actually hoping we could do something else instead…”

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