Let Sleeping Dogs

I wake up not quite knowing where the hell I’m at.

Motel rooms.

No matter how many times I wake up in ‘em, I’m always disoriented at first. The over-stiff sheet and covers, the soft thrum of the air conditioner, the boxed-in muffled sound, the thin slash of artificial light from outside the curtained window – all drag me back to the present, me on the road, another motel.

And someone in the bed beside me snoring.

A slow grin curls my lips. I remember now. That fuckin’ hottie bear I met at the café downtown. He looks like a top, thick heavy beard, smooth big gut, hairy pecs and very satisfying bush. Great upthrust cock. Aggressive and smart and funny. Handsy, too. I thought for sure he wanted to bone me.

But oh how he wanted to be my little bottom bitch. And how willing I was to bang him bang him bang him, hard and often last night.

We both fell asleep all lube-greasy and cum-spattered.

I lay still, feelin’ my cock hardening with the memory. The motel alarm clock glows read lava numbers: 5:44 . I have to be up at six. My cock wants to get up now.

The hottie bear next to me snores. Not too loud, but abrupt. Makes me chuckle. I turn on my side to face him. He’s turned away from me and the covers are dropped to our thighs.

Damn.

Just look at that long strong back, the round smooth bubble butt with a little swath of hair along the crack, all greasy and slick with lube. My finger naturally goes there, running lightly along his buttcrack, feeling the feathery hair there and the soft curve of muscle beneath. He groans a little, but he isn’t waking. Damn, I’m getting’ really horny.

I don’t really want to bother him. He’s sleeping so nice and sweet.

I look at the back of his head. The guy’s got this full head of longish curly hair. Somethin’ about curly hair that rumbles my stones. My hand reaches up and my fingers go into his hair and it’s so soft and satisfying and I immediately recall the moment last night when I was dog-fuckin’ him and I had a hunk of his curly hair in my clenched fist and he was open-mouth growling and pushin’ his hips hard back into mine and my cock was reachin’ deep up inside him like a scratch that needed itched.

My cock throbs, remembering it.

My hand leaves his hair and travels down the slope of his neck and shoulders, feeling the smooth skin and the little scatterings of fur. I sigh. Move my hand down around his side to his chest, my body moves behind him with my hairy belly pressin’ into the small of his back and my boner just touchin’ his greasy buttcrack.

Hottie bear groans and his arm moves so that it’s covering mine and his hand rests upon my hand resting on his chest. My fingertips in his chesthair.

Perfect.

I wake up again. My cock has been up to no good, even while I slept.

The head of my cock has plumped up and is now wedged just inside his buttcheeks. The feeling is hard and soft slick pumping blood and the moment I feel it I’m wide awake and the moment I’m wide awake the rest of my cock begins to harden and lengthen and push up into his crack.

The guy snores. His arm is still on my arm around his chest, but my arm’s startin’ to fall asleep. I guess all the blood’s moving into my cock.

I pull my arm out from around him and he squirms a bit groggily, but that only gets his back harder against my chest and that only gets me feelin’ my breath risin’ in my belly and the crisp scratch of my chest hairs against him, pushin’ against his back muscles and that just makes my cock throb harder.

Damn.

I half-roll away and my cock pops out of his butt with a pissed-off sloppy sound and stares at me like an angry, misused pup. On the motel bedside table is one remaining condom packet.

This is wrong. Fuckin’ a guy in his sleep. I should wake him up and see if he’s up for more.

But he’s so cute sleepin’ there. He’s got to be in his late thirties but he looks far younger at the moment. Sleep does that to a man.

I want to bend over and kiss him, watch his sleepy eyes flutter open and feel the kiss smiling beneath my lips, but he’s so sweet and sleepy and damned if he don’t like it kind of rough and tumble anyway and my cock is being really demanding right now.

Fuck it.

I reach for the condom, open the packet and roll the rubber down my throbbin’ cock. When my fingers push the latex past my cockhead, the sensitivity along the rim sends me reeling. I want it bad. My balls are rumblin’ and ready for more action with hottie bear and I get the condom rolled all the way down the shaft and fuck I’m set for launch.

I roll back and use my hand to aim my cock between his asscheeks. Damn, he feels so good. I have to kind of lift his one asscheek a bit to get my cock deep enough so that it rests against his pretty pink tight pucker spot.

I’m a bad horny dog.

The guy snores again, groans a little at the end of the snore. I feel his asshole twitch a little, like it knows what it likes even in its sleep. He’s still real lubey and slick, and I don’t worry that he’ll take it well.

My hand goes on his hip for some leverage and my legs curl a little and I thrust fast and deep, yankin’ his hips toward me with my hand. My cock sinks into his unsuspecting asshole and I grunt kind of loudly and I hear the guy gasp a deep lungful of air.

“Wha –“ he hollers.

My cock pushes against the suddenly rock tight sphincter muscles and my hands are gripping his hips pulling him closer.

“Take it, bitch,” I growl.

The guy’s turning his head and his eyes are wild wolf eyes and my hand leaves his hip and moves up his body past his big belly up to his chest and I feel his heart racin’ racin’ with fear and pain and pleasure.

“Take it,” I say. And I bite his neck.

Yeah, I know.

But it feels right and he is my dog after all and I’m in heat knotting my cock deep inside him, so I bite his neck. At first with a little teeth so he knows he’s mine, but then my lips take over and I’m suckin’ and kissin’ his neck while he starts going all soft and willing on me.

“Oh, god,” he groans.

I push harder and my cock slides deeper into his ass and I’m startin’ to feel my pubes going right up to his ass cheeks and I know he’s mine now.

“Aw, god,” he says, “fuck me, yeah.”

And I do. He lifts one leg, crooking it at the knee so I can get my hips even closer in and I’m pumpin’ deep into this hottie bear’s butt and my balls are slammin’ into the flesh down there and my hand is on his chest and his hand is gropin’ my hips tryin’ to feel the muscles flexin’ and I’m nibble kissin’ his neck ‘cause he’s my bitch and he’s going to take it like one.

“Aw, fuck,” he hisses. “God, deeper.”

I go deeper. I half prop myself up on one elbow so I can get my arm completely around his belly and so I can leverage my hips a bit more and I begin to doggie pump his butt with quick deep thrusts. His curly hair is floppin’ into my face and he’s got his eyes closed tight so he can concentrate on the incredible tight thrusting of my cock moving in and out of his butt like a piston of hard fire and need.

I growl like a fuckin’ Doberman. This guy is mine.

“Yeah,” he whimpers. “Yeah.”

My head pulls back and I gasp as I feel the cannon shot of cum bursting inside me.

“Aw!” I holler.

“Yeah!” he hollers.

And my cock shoots and shoots and shoots, filling up the condom and throbbing against his prostate and I haven’t noticed how he’s been jackin’ off here at the end. I slow down to a soft tiny rocking in his butt and his cock looks like it’s about to burst as he’s jackin’ it and growling and when he cums, his orgasm squeezes the last drops of cum right out of my cock while it’s still tight up his butt.

I pull him hard and fast against me, holding him close. Feeling my cock throbbing inside him. His curly hair against my face, my breath ruffling his curly hair, my chest crushed into his back.

We are both breathing heavy and for a while we breath together like the veritable beast with two backs. But after a while, I feel the rhythm of our bodies beginning to break and his breath becomes his own. My arm slowly releases its grip on him. He is his own self again, not my possession at all.

“That was hot,” he whispers.

My cock slips out of his butt and throbs down to semi-hard, completely satiated. My cock is a dog’s tongue panting. The hottie bear half-turns and our lips meet. His mouth opens and accepts my tongue and our hands roam across each other’s bodies feeling the soft places and the hard places and the curve of his belly and the hollow of my hip and the round of my shoulder muscles.

At last he pulls his face back, nestling into the pillow.

“Not a bad way to wake up,” he says.

Not a bad way indeed.