Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
My cute little tail.
I’m a pup! A fucking pup!
I don’t know why this makes me feel so complete, so fulfilled, but I find myself just getting lost in the moment.
I run in circles, trying to chase it, wishing I could get a better view of my cute little tail.
Frankie stands beside me, glancing down, a broad grin across his face, as he seems pleased with how happy I am right now.
He kneels beside me and puts his hand on the back of my neck, massaging like he did in the living room.
There’s all this energy pulsing through me.
I feel like I’m totally at ease in this pup form.
I move quickly, lunging at Frankie. I can’t help myself.
I feel so playful and frisky and aroused all at once.
I feel like myself, like the real Evan that I’m always hiding whenever I go out…who’s been buried under shame and guilt since my parents made me feel so terrible about being gay.
Frankie bursts into laughter.
“That’s a bad pup,” he says, but I can tell by his tone he’s not being serious.
I won’t be getting a punishment for this.
I lean down and lick across his cheek through the bottom of my snout.
As I pull away, I see Frankie’s expression switch to something more serious.
I see his desire.
I think we’re both caught in a strange place between our usual puppy play and this sexual chemistry we share—that I can’t deny is overwhelming me right now.
I’m fucking blue balling here.
Frankie sets his hand on the side of my hood and pulls my face closer to him.
“Can I take this off?” Frankie asks as he tugs at my snout.
I bark twice, and he unfastens the snout, removing it from the hood and placing it on the floor beside him.
“I know you’re having fun right now,” he says, “so don’t hate me, but I really need Ev right now.”
I understand what he means. He wants to have Evan, not Pup Runt, in this moment, which is good, because that’s how I want him to have me. We’ve read about so many different experiences with sex and puppy play. Some guys are in their pup headspace when they mess around; some aren’t. It depends on the pup and the couple, and really, I’m not sure what I’ll prefer in the long run. I just know what I want right now.
“I need you too, Frankie.”
I move at him quickly, and he’s coming at me. Before I know it, our lips are locked.
He wraps his arms around me, and I wrap mine around him as our lips seal.
I jerk my hips forward—humping him…fucking humping him…because I’m painfully hard.
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Frankie
Christ, I don’t think my dick has ever been so hard. Evan’s cock rubs against my leg, and these soft, hungry sounds coming from the back of his throat make my fucking head spin. I should have known it would be this intense with him, that if we ever crossed this barrier, there would be no turning back for us. Everything has always been stronger, magnified when it’s between me and Evan.
My hands slide down his ass and squeeze his firm cheeks. I smile against his lips when he wiggles his ass, giving his tail a wag. I don’t know what it is about the tail, but I knew it would be just what he needed. That it would help Evan sink into his role as pup even more completely.
And who would have thought it would be so goddamn hot?
He continues rubbing his cock against my leg and then it’s me making hungry sounds into his mouth.
“You’re fucking killing me, Pup,” I say when he licks his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and down my chest.
“You make me crazy. Like I’m going to explode if I don’t get to touch you.”
His words go straight to my head. Make me want to bang my fists on my chest like some fucking Neanderthal or something.
I’m in a kneeling position still, but as Evan continues kissing and licking his way down my chest and my abs, I slide down until I’m lying on my back.
“Take my shorts off, Pup,” I tell him.
Evan kneels between my legs, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes before he bites the edge of my shorts, tugging them with his teeth.
“Oh, fuck. You are so goddamned hot.” Lifting my hips, I help him just a little because it’s not easy to pull someone’s shorts off with your mouth.
Once they’re gone, we do the same thing with my boxers. Before I can tell him what to do next, Evan wraps his lips around my dick and sucks me to the back of his throat. I cry out, thrust upward and deep between his lips again.
“Holy fucking shit, if this is what wearing a tail does to you, you’re never taking that damn thing out.” I rub his neck, thrusting my hips in short, measured pumps, fucking his throat.