23
Evan
I bounce around in my puppy gear, eager and excited.
These feelings are so distant from when I saw the puppy hood at Otterly a few weeks ago…when I was intrigued, but nervous…worried, even.
I’m more in tune with this side of me than ever before; I know this is fucking right.
And I’m so appreciative to have someone like Frankie to share it with.
It’s like he’s been able to intuit where I’m at. That I was ready for this.
I bark twice, not paying any attention to those voices in my head—the voices of Peter and my parents, mocking me, thinking I’m weird or I need to be changed. They’re still there, but much quieter than when I first started trying all this out.
They’re these faint whispers in the back of my mind that fade further and further every day that Frankie and I get deeper into puppy play.
Right now, they’re so distant that it’s easy for me to ignore them and allow myself to slip further into this experience.
Frankie’s lips curl upward, and I can tell by the expression on his face that he wants to share this with me.
Just like I want to be in puppy mode, Frankie wants to care for me and help me along. For whatever reason, it feels like we both need this…like it’s a part of us.
Frankie removes the tail from the packaging it’s wrapped in.
I remain on all fours, this eagerness swelling within me.
Frankie gets on his knees behind me. He rubs his right hand up and down my side, then slides it back and strokes my ass gently. I can’t help but get hard. His hand makes a path around to my abs before he moves it down and feels my erect dick sticking out of the jock strap.
He strokes it gently.
“Good boy,” he says.
I’m trembling. Not from being nervous about what we’re doing, which I would have been in the past. No, I’m shaking because there’s so much adrenaline racing through me as my excitement about this tail combines with how fucking hard Frankie is making me.
My senses are overwhelmed in the best sort of way.
Frankie places the plug at the end of the tail in his mouth, clamping down to keep it there.
He fishes a bottle of lube out of his pocket.
He continues stroking my body with his free hand before pulling it away and pouring some lube onto his fingers. Setting the bottle down beside him, he massages my hole with his fingers, rubbing gently. Such a subtle experience compared to what I know that tail plug will feel like…because it isn’t small.
Although, it’s also not Frankie-big, so at the very least, I know I can do this.
As Frankie works my hole, I roll my head back.
His touch already has a special power over me, but there’s something different about this than just when we fuck.
Something so sensual, so intimate.
I enjoy the way he’s dominating me right now—the way he works his fingers, easing me into this experience, reminds me of how considerate he is, of how good he is at taking care of my needs.
This is why I trust Frankie so much. This is the reason we’re able to share this moment.
I feel safe with him.
He pushes his forefinger and middle finger inside me, and I can’t help but groan at the satisfaction he’s giving me.
He works me up a bit more before he takes the tail out of his mouth.
With it in his left hand, he pets me with his right.
“That’s my good Pup Runt,” he says.
The possessiveness behind him saying something as simple as that—the way he can claim me by just calling me his pup—makes my dick even harder.
He grips my hip with his right hand as he leans down and kisses my ass cheek.
It’s a soft kiss, but the way he’s grabbing me right now makes me feel like at any moment, he’s going to lose control and take me right here—something that wouldn’t surprise me since when I glance over my shoulder at him, I see that fat hard-on in his shorts.
I’m torn between how much I want him and how much I want to experience this tail inside me.
I suddenly understand what some of the articles we read together were about—the complexity of navigating puppy play with sex.
Frankie lubes up the plug before he slides it down between my ass cheeks, running it along the crack.
I can’t help myself. I rock my hips slightly.
I could never have imagined how badly I would want it.
It isn’t just sexual, though.
It’s this deep need within that Frankie is satisfying. This part of me that I know has been responsible for why I was so drawn to puppy play to begin with.
Not that there isn’t a part of it that isn’t just me wanting Frankie to fill me up with his cock right now. But there’s also this part that just wants to experience this tail…to get that much closer to transforming into Pup Runt.
Frankie takes his time…the way he took his time when we first fucked…when I was so nervous about taking that girthy cock in my ass.
As he eases the tail inside me, he continues stroking my body with his free hand.
The pressure is intense as he pushes it deeper, my body adjusting the way I did to him.
I let myself relax into it, and I enjoy the sensation of it as Frankie moves his hand up my back to my neck.
He offers a gentle, assuring massage.
And then I feel the pressure inside me settle.
“That’s my good pup.”
Frankie’s. All Frankie’s.
Reminds me of how appreciative I am to be wearing a tag that claims me as his pup.
He slides his hand down my back and side, and soon he’s feeling his way across my abdomen. His fingers caress their way to my cock once again, which he strokes gently.
He rises to his feet, steps back, and I start to move, but he holds his hand out signaling for me to stay.
I obey, even though I am so fucking excited. I keep turning back and checking out the tail, but I wish I could get a better view.
He stands there, just looking at me, fully taking this experience in.
The intense expression on his face assures me that what we’re doing is so right.
He approaches me and kneels down, offering gentle praise and a Reese’s Piece before he guides me into my bedroom.
He opens my closet door, so I can check myself out in the floor-length mirror.
I crawl so that I can see my profile, and I’m so thrilled to see my little tail!
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.