Rules of Engagement

Chapter Five

By Roofles

It had been another agonizingly long day for the man as he rested back in Togo's truck, one leg up on the dashboard and a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

“Fucking corporate came in today.” Charles had said only ten minutes ago. The parking lot was being remodel and his own car was stuck in the garage. He had to wait outside in the scolding heat of the afternoon day until Togo had come.

Togo wasn't the first one he called, no. Charles had called one of his other friends who didn't answer. He had called Marcy who had told him to just take the bus instead. And even his own mother who was in town hadn't even given him a chance to explain.

Family, his own soon to be wife had ignored his blight. Hadn't cared about the shit of a day he had. About his car being in the garage or that it had to be a hundred out this “fucked up day.”

Togo didn't say anything just grunting once more. The dog was panting open mouth and not even bothering to try and hide the fact he was; a common practice out of respect for those who were bothered by the display. Togo was suffering from the heat far worse than Charles and had very little on because of it. Charles was too bothered to even appreciate that at this moment.

But with that all said, it had been Togo that dropped everything to come to his rescue. On a day like this.

“They reamed us hard.” Charles said without an ounce of humor. He was chewing on the bud of the cigarette. He had quit smoking months ago but every now and then would sneak one. Specifically for days like today.

Togo just grunted once more in a reply.

“They scoured through everything. Every report, document and computer!”

Togo lifted an eyebrow and Charles just rubbed his brow, shaking his head.

“Like. Looked through everything. I mean with a fine tip comb. They picked every report apart and just, it was hell man.” Charles rested back once more. He flexed as he felt Togo's hand touch his thigh, giving it a small squeeze before going back to the stick shift. “Fucking mechanics didn't tell me my car wouldn't be ready until the 3^rd.” He spat out out the window.

Charles kept his cig near the window, or out of it. He knew it bothered Togo even if the husky was giving him the leniency for today on the matter. And Charles truly did appreciate that. That Togo didn't even mention it, even if it bothered him. It was something Marcy would do. Nag him while he was down like this.

“Sorry,” Charles sat up a bit flicking it out onto the street. “It's one of my few vices, I swear.” He added with a wink after making the husky tail wag. The two both knew exactly what his true vice was. “I hope you weren't too busy today.” Togo only shrugged without looking over. The dog took great care when he drove, not about to risk giving some scumbag cop a single reason to pull him over again. He couldn't afford to lose his license.

Togo licked his chops, swallowed and did it again before speaking. “We got this thing going on for the weekend.” The husky took a drank from a nearly empty water bottle at a red light; Charles tried not to stare as Togo poured it more into his mouth, lapping at the stream of water rather than taking a drank like a human would. “It's not much. Just a couple of us going out to Bigsby cabin. He's the golden retriever,” Togo explained.

Charles mulled that over.

“I think I got plans...” He finally said, shaking his head and lowering his foot down. “I'll let you know if things clear up.”

And Togo only grunted in response not about to put himself out there again. The drive the rest of the way was met in silence as the two just managed the heat the best they could.

Togo gave him a hug and a soft lick on the cheek as they parted ways. Charles said he'd text him later as he headed up towards the front door and stopped. Marcy was waiting for him with folded arms in disapproval about something. Charles mentally went over everything he'd done recently and couldn't figure why she had a stick up her ass this time.

“I thought you were out.” Charles said trying not to be bitter. That's the excuse she had given him after all as to why she didn't give him a lift and he should take the bus.

“Plans canceled.” Marcy only said eying the truck that was driving away. The truck was a beat up thing churning smoke out of it's exhaust pipe. It didn't belong in such a nice neighborhood like this, nor the dog driving as far as she was concerned.

“Could have let me,” Charles had begun actually getting mad over it but was cut off just as abruptly.

“I don't like you hanging out with that dog so much.” Marcy just stated flatly finally looking at him coldly.

“What?” Charles asked, getting caught off guard. He hesitated, unsure how much she knew about them. “What's wrong with Togo?”

“Togo?” She scoffed at the inhuman name. “It's just weird.” She tried to say delicately as they moved inside out of the heat. “Hurry up,” she added. “Letting all the heat out. That costs a lot of money.” Even if Charles was the one who paid most of the bills and knew all too well how much her freezing sixty eight degrees house cost him. It felt like a museum in here; cold and you weren't allowed to touch anything.

Charles was unbuttoning his shirt. He had buttoned it up before getting out of the truck wanting to appear as professional as possible in case she was home and for the neighbors. Have to keep up the appearance after all.

“What if the neighbors see?” Marcy went on. For a second Charles thought she meant about the way he looked. “Hanging out with that… gardener.” She said, mincing her words carefully to come off as if she were somehow the victim. As usual.

“Togo's more than our gardener.” Charles tried to defend his friend but was shot down quickly before he could even gain some traction.

“Your mother dropped by.” Marcy just told him. Charles held his breath as she finished. “Left you some old things on the table for you.” He exhaled, glad to hear his mother hadn't stuck around. That was a chore he honestly couldn't deal with today.

Charles headed in to look at the old things he had from childhood. This only annoyed Marcy further.

“We were talking.” She said as if he had slammed a door in her face.

“And we still are.” Charles played off, enjoying the cold for a change. He pulled out his old scrap book, a gray gameboy and several old games. He laughed at that, recalling each piece fondly.

“You still haven't picked a best man.” Marcy started up, sticking her nose up and continuing a conversation he thought had been dropped days ago. Apparently she had just been holding onto it for a moment like this.

“I told you.” Charles just explained again. “Togo agreed to be-,”

“That dog?” Marcy shrill voice was far louder than it actually was in the silence of their house. “That dog?” She said again, calming down and clearing her throat. Charles could already see her brain at work, sorting that out. Picturing Togo up front in a nice tuxedo in front of all their friends and family. What they would say about him, and thus about her. Her family were notorious gossips and this would spread faster than wildfire. Everyone would know about it.

Charles took some dark joy in that thought. Shake up her perfect family. They reminded him of those ceramic dolls that all looked alike, perfect and clean and never anything of controversy. So fake. And he wanted nothing more than to smash the lot of it. He knew all of her families dark secrets. Of her fathers second family. Of Marcy's sisters love affair with a prison inmate. About one thing after another. After all, Marcy too was a horrible gossip like her mother.

“That dog...” Charles had begun but cleared his voice. “That canine-American is coming to the wedding as my guest. He is my best man and I'm going camping with him this weekend.”

Marcy was taken aback for a second. She collected herself quickly enough. “I thought we were going to spend this weekend together. It's been so long. I took it off.” She began, twisting it around once more. Charles wasn't sure if it was the heat or just the day he had, but today he wasn't in the mood to play games.

“I thought you had plans?” He begun innocently enough but the venom was clear in his voice.

“They canceled.” She said, turning her head to the side.

“What about Jennifer and the one with the unibrow.” Charles asked, folding his arms. He was talking about her two brides maids.

“Veronica does not have a unibrow!” Marcy countered with a glare. “They are out of town for the weekend.”

“So,” Charles asked trying to make sure he got this straight. “Your plans canceled, and you never told me.” He pressed his fingers together, taking a slow breath and trying to keep calm. “Then your back up plan with your gal pals went under.” He spoke slowly as he looked at her as if trying to figure this all out. “And only then do you think that I will be free to do something with. Without,” he added sharply before she could speak. “Letting me know. Just assuming I have no plans or no life.”

“Well...” Marcy was thrown off guard this time around. Charles was usually very accepting and, frankly, a pushover. She wasn't sure where this all was coming from. Where he had gotten the balls to say something after all this time. “You usually don't.” She said truthfully and as cold as the house was.

And that hurt.

Not only was it true but Charles knew that she knew that was a sore subject for him. He focused so much on school and then on work that it left his social life rather stagnant and dead. Charles usually spent the weekends by himself at home or out with her. Even calling her to see if they could do something together, not wanting to be alone. It was an issue he was working on, being more of an extrovert than the introvert he was. And she just had to pick at that scab, pouring salt into the fresh wound.

He didn't say anything after that. He just grabbed the old box and headed into the side room. A room he had dubbed a man cave but frankly, he only really used it as a storage room. The door slammed behind him and that was that. They wouldn't talk for the rest of the weekend he figured. So he pulled his phone out and sent a simple text to Togo.

The canine had to be driving still but Charles got a reply. “I'll be by around Six then.” It said simply, and slightly misspelled.

Charles sat in the middle of “his” room and looked around. It had the old work bench he had gotten several years ago. It was covered in dust. There were his tennis equipment from when he had gone with Togo last week. A spare pair of jeans hung in the closet. This room showed just how much his life was forced into this tiny cramp space and how little it was outside of it. Everything that was him was shoved into this room and locked away or left in boxes to rot.

It was almost poetic, if it wasn't so cruel.

Charles packed up a few things here and there, nothing much, and sat back under the window waiting for Togo to come by. The old box his mother had left him was sitting nearby and he sifted through it idly. He came across his old year book, and with a half chuckle, picked it up to look at.

There were a bunch of signatures inside. He had been rather popular. And there on the front page was him and his class. Marcy was hugging him as they smiled for the photo. He wasn't sure why it was in black and white. Charles had a pair of thick glasses on in the photo and even wore a pocket protector. He was a nerd and yet somehow managed to land the prom queen as a date. They had been together for all four years in school and college after.

“The American dream, huh?” Charles snorted looking at it. Every photo of him had her right there with him. He could recall some of it but it had been years ago. Each passing day made it seem that much farther away. Sometimes he had begun to wonder just how they had gotten here.

Before he could dwell on such depressing things however there was a honk out front and he was out to the door. He wasn't sure if Marcy was still home but didn't bother saying goodbye. Some time apart would be for the best.

Charles wasn't expecting the extra company though.

It was an old shabby vista cruiser waiting for him out front. It took him a second to realize it was one of the cars Reese, the black wolf in the passenger seat, had been working on last time he had visited. Reese and Togo wasn't the only two in the cramp vehicle. Several bags and gear had been packed into the back; Charles could see a golden retriever head amongst them and figured that had to be Brigsby.

Togo opened up the back door for him and he was greeted by several canines in unison.

“Sup.”

“Hey.”

“Come on Charles, burning daylight.” The friendly golden retriever said from the back, panting open maw at him.

“Shut the door, letting the heat in.” The driver growled, gripping the steering wheel tighter. The blue heeler had lost and had to be the driver. He wanted to stick his head out the window during long trips like this not forced to pay attention to the road. That and Reese had a rule that whoever drove also has to put gas in the car.

“Right.” Charles just said, waiting for the boxer to get out so he could get in. The orange, black and white marked boxer blocked his way and didn't budge.

“Just climb over.” Clem, the boxer, said resting back with one leg up on the front seat. He, like the other dogs, was wearing very little to nothing. Save for shorts the lot of them were naked. A sandal hung off the boxer big toe.

“Sorry,” Charles said sliding his bag through. Brigsby grabbed it happily and tossed it into the back with the rest. The man slowly crawled over the canine, trying to be respectful enough not to just touch him. This seemed to annoy Clem however who just roughly pulled him the rest of the way in and slammed the door shut. The boxer kicked his other leg out the window and rested back, mostly against Charles side.

Charles wasn't even buckled in as they took off.

Brigsby talked the whole way. “It's such a nice cabin. Was once my grand mums, before her surgery bless her heart. She got it from a cousin that was sick from leukemia, or was it sickle cell? Or is that the same? Well, anyways. What was I saying? Oh right, the cabin has been in the family for ages now and so like I thought, I did think the other day, that we, as in us, could go to it. And by it I mean the cabin of course!” And on he went, tail wagging the whole time as he panted against the side of Charles face during the whole car ride.

Togo was on Charles other side, looking out the window. Half way there the canine had wrapped an arm around him, resting back and tilting his snout upwards. His tongue lolled out as he panted uncomfortably in the heat.

The whole car stunk of dog. Charles was aware of how musky Togo could be on a good day, let alone on a scolding hot day like today. You could cook an egg on the sidewalk. Or the front of the car, from the looks of it as it coughed out smoke.

“Oils leaking.” Clem explained seeing the look Charles had given the car, afraid it was about to blow up or something. “No biggie.” The boxer just said tossing an arm around his back and pulling his sunglasses down. “Brigs, you packed the extra oil right?” He asked very loudly, looking back at the retriever.

Brigsby had been talking the whole time but stopped at the question. “Let me see.” And began rummaging around the bags all around them.

“That should shut him up for a bit.” Clem chuckled, offering a hand. “Clementine. Like the fruit.” The boxer gesture down over his muscular chest. “I was born with bright orange fur so my folks thought it'd fit, didn't realize it'd darken over the years.” He snorted. “Call me Clem.” He added.

“Charles.” The man just said shaking his hand. Clem had a strong grip, his paw pads were coarse and he knew the boxer was a hard working guy. “I'm.” Charles had begun about to explain how he somehow fit into this vista cruiser full of dogs.

“We all know who you are.” Clem chuckled, nudging his side roughly making Charles grunt. He rubbed it, sure it would be bruised in the morning. “You dog.” The boxer said with a huge grin.

“Horn dog.” The blue heeler piped up from the front making Charles blush and try to hide his face.

“Hound dog.” Brigsby added resting his muzzle on the car seat and partially on Charles shoulder. The golden retriever tail hadn't stopped wagging.

And if on cue Reese had turned the radio on, the tape inside clicked on and begun to play Elvis's nothing but a hound dog. Charles was forced to endure the torment for the rest of the trip.

“Can't hide anything from dogs.” Togo just shrugged as he helped the man out. The husky's nose twitched and he pulled up Charles shirt, embarrassing the man further. “Dude. It's like a hundred out, take off your pants.”

“I like my pants where they are.” Charles ended up fighting the husky which seemed to spur Brigsby on who ended up jumping into the fray and the two ended up rolling off the road into the road. Charles didn't even bother to see if Togo was ok as he pulled his pants back up. He did take his shirt off. It was too hot to argue with that.

Reese was watching him and the man just quickly headed over to Clem to help unload things from the back.

They were deep in the woods, the road had turned from pavement to gravel to dirt in the past hour. The blue heeler, Muff, had cursed half the way trying to get the GPS to work. Reese had ended up pointing it out in the end.

Massive pines rose up all around them. The air was fresh, the sky was blue and things were beginning to pick up now that all of them were out of the stuffy car. Charles had been sweating by the end of it. Togo and Clem had been resting against him the whole time, neither of the two seeming to care that he was. He knew Togo was an overly friendly canine, he just didn't expect the boxer to be as well.

“Here.” Clem ended up giving him the smaller bags, talking with him as they made their way up the front porch of the log cabin and inside. “Just set 'em here.” He added slapping the man on the back. It was almost abuse at this point. The boxer clearly underestimating how strong he was and Charles winced in pain every time the boxer hit him. “Jasper'll grab them.”

“Jasper?” Charles asked but didn't need an answer as a massive sheep dog came around the corner.

“Briggy!” Jasper ended up shouting, throwing up his hands and charging them. Charles quickly stepped out of the way, Clem did as well and the sheep dog headed out the door.

“Wrong dog.” Clem rolled his eyes as he looked outside. The sheep dog was flat on his stomach having stumbled down the stairs. “Use your nose, bro.”

It took Charles a second to realize that the sheep dog's face was so overgrown with fur that he could barely see. The sheep dog got up, didn't even bother dusting himself off, and walked back up the steps.

“So… whose this then?” He asked, lifting up one eyebrow as high as he could to try and make him out.

“This is Togo's… friend.” Clem just smiled broadly, nudging Charles side once more. The man really wished the boxer would stop doing that.

“Oh. Oh! OH!” Jasper said as it dawned on him and before the man could get away he was scooped up in a bone crushing hug. “Nice to meet you! I've heard so much about you.” Charles couldn't talk, let alone breathe as he was dropping onto the ground. “So where's my Brigsby?”

“Outside wrestling with Togo.” Clem just said with a shrug.

“What? Without me?” And Jasper was out the door, heading in the wrong direction.

“Brigsby owns the place, technically.” Clem explained helping him up. “Jasper stays here and keeps the place cleaned up. Dude doesn't work. He's too much of a free spirit for that.” And Charles could tell the very idea of that bugged the boxer to no end. While Clem was a salt of the earth kind of dog, Jasper was… well a hippie as far as Charles could see.

Jasper had dreadlocks all over his body. His white grayish fur had dirt and twigs all over it. There were leaves on his back and a stick behind one ear. And unlike the other dogs, the sheep dog was fully naked.

“Lazy bum.” Clem just grumbled aloud to himself as he headed out to grab the tent and cooler from the back. “Can't even get a job. Doesn't pay for squat.” The boxer just went on having a bone to pick with the sheep dog. Charles wisely stayed out of it. “Expects us to just pay for everything! Can't just ignore your bills, got to be a productive part of society.” Clem was growling now as he went on, just counting things off his fingers. “Can't just smoke all your problems away. And who do you think has to pay for that? Not him, that's for sure!” Clem ended up just tossing the last bag into the house without a care.

Charles just zipped his lips on the matter, not knowing any of them well enough to agree or disagree.

“Charles!” Togo waved, coming to the rescue. The husky brushed a few leaves from his fur. “We're going swimming.” The husky just said and scooped him up over one shoulder.

“I'll be by with the dogs shortly.” Clem waved them off, still grumbling about it. “Work easily fifty plus a week and still just can only…”

“Should I ask?” Charles only spoke up after they were safely away.

“There's a lake nearby.” Togo just said. His cold bumpy nose touched under Charles's arm and made the man shudder. The husky looked from one side to the other before changing course and moving amongst the tree.

“I meant,” Charles was beginning to ask when a hot tongue lapped up over his chest and over his neck. “D-damn.” Charles flushed, looking at the husky.

“We got five before anyone gets suspicious.” Togo just murred deeply, licking his lips as he lifted up his arm again. His nose pushed against his armpit, sniffing lightly before that wide, hot pink tongue lapped up over it. The grooved tongue made Charles flush more. “Sweaty, dirty boy. Get all musky right next to me. Unable to just...” Togo growled playfully, his tail beginning to wag.

“A-and here I thought it was me that was…” Charles muttered, still red faced.

Togo just smirked at him. “Oh, don't worry pup.” He added with a pet to his face, turning his muzzle just enough for their lips to connect perfectly. A light kiss as the husky's skilled fingers worked Charles's fly and let his shorts drop to the ground. “You'll be getting more than your fill of me tonight.” He growled wickedly.

Togo just pushed him back against a tree as he kissed his way down the man's fuzzy chest and happy trail to cup and fondle his pronounced bulge in his briefs. Togo didn't have time to tease the man more and just ripped them down, letting Charles erect self spring out.

Togo rubbed a hand over him, using those warm leathery paw pads to tease his tip as Togo moved his snout down to sniff over his musky groin. Loving the man's scent. It made his fur stand on in. It curled his toes and hiked his tail high as his drooling tongue tasted him hungrily.

The husky moved down, rubbing the human's sweaty inner side on his muzzle as he kissed at one of his hanging orbs. Lapping over it lightly with his tongue, curling it around before taking it all in his muzzle and giving it that playful tug that made his man moan in that special way Togo knew only he could make him do. The canine continued to stroke him off as he nuzzled and sniffed over his sack. Licking up over the sides and tasting the harsh day he had to endure. The sweat and grime alone told him that much as he slid his other hand down between the man's legs. Trailing a dull nail underneath his sack and taint.

Togo teased his tail hole. Working it with a single digit and making Charles begin to pre. It was so simple, Togo thought lustfully. Just how much control he had over this man when he was like this. He could spend the next three hours teasing and toying with him, getting him closer and closer but never just enough to finish if he so wanted too. But he hadn't the time for that right now and slurped his wide tongue over and around his rigid member before going down on him fully.

The husky muzzle was more than enough to take all of Charles into it without the slightest bit of a gag. It let Togo focus on what he was doing, taking great pleasure in making Charles whimper and moan his name as his salty broth ignited the husky's taste buds. It wasn't as rich or as much as what the husky brought to the table but, frankly, that wasn't the point. In this moment, Charles was his and his alone. No one else could make him feel this way. Not like the husky could.

That wet nose pressed once more into Charles curly 'fur' and took a slow breath of him. Savoring his scent like a fine wine. Togo could drink it in all day long. His canine senses were far more acute than Charles and it allowed him to appreciate the little things like this far more. The smell of him, the taste, the sound of his voice. Every thing just ignited the fire in the husky's loins.

That grooved, wide tongue slipped free from the husky's muzzle once more to lap up and underneath his tight sack. Togo could feel him beginning to tense, the smell alone told him how close the man was. It only took a few more teases here, a few more strokes there and soon enough Togo was given his treat.

Pulsing globs of thick musky man juices collected on Togo's large tongue. He curled it up, letting it soak into his broad tongue and kept it far longer than most would have as he helped Charles get dress once more and head back towards the lake where they were going to have dinner at.

The sun was already beginning to set.

Clem had beaten them here and had gotten the grill up and roaring, a campfire grill that had been built near the lake shore. There were several benches nearby where the dogs had set up camp. The water cooler was there, a case of beer had been opened up and soon enough the tables were beginning to be filled with food. Pasta salad, chicken sandwiches, biscuits, several different kinds of chips and drinks. One thing after another as Brigsby ran around setting up plastic plates and cup for everyone.

Clem had gotten a seat, letting the two join him. The husky still had Charles in his mouth, loving the taste of it as it got mixed with his saliva as it was slowly swallowed away piece by piece. The thrill of the others unaware of what he had, even if they were suspicious of what they had done. Most could care less but the idea just made Togo's tail wag as he slid a hand into the back of Charles's shorts and cupped his bare ass tightly.

Clem was on his other side, rather close, and the whole scene made Charles feel even more embarrassed. He looked around, fearing everyone was staring. Judging. Talking behind their backs. Figuring they were saying things about them, about him and how unnatural this was. Or how disgusting, revolting it is. Any form of affection in public was a sin after all.

Not a single one could give two rats asses about it.

It wasn't the type of crowd Charles was used too. Not that they were canines but that they were just so open about everything. Touching, sharing with one another and joking in some of the most crude of manors. He heard more dirty jokes from Clem than he had in the whole of his college days.

While respectful, they didn't care about personal appearance if they didn't want too. No one was going to look down on them for it. They weren't going to lift their nose up and think they were better, no. None of these frivolous things seemed to matter. Everything Charles had been taught and the lessons drilled into him seemed to falter and break away here.

What mattered was who you were.

Which is why the orange boxer sitting next to him had such an issue with the sheep dog. The two even got into a bit of a scuffle. It started out with the boxer picking a fight with the “lazy, flea bag” that soon turned from bitter words and jabs into a rather intense wrestling match that left the boxer with a blood snout.

And then they laughed it off. The alpha didn't even need to step in. The two went to the farthest tables from each other and ate in peace as if nothing had happened.

Clem cracked a smile, spitting to the side. He still had a bit of blood trickling down his nose. “Man, these dogs are the best.” He spoke happily with a wag, talking about the bratwurst they had grilled up. His had a bit extra Sauerkraut on it. “Make sure not to stay behind me tonight.” He joked crudely with a laugh and a hard slap against Charles back making the human tear up slightly.

“Dear god why.” Charles only whimpered.

“You got a little something here.” Togo just tapped his own nose talking to Clem. “Oh wait, that's just your face!” And he barked a laugh.

And that was the most they even talked about what happened. Charles could tell that this was a common thing. When one was so open about their feelings, wearing their heart on their sleeves as it were there was bound to be hurt feelings.

Charles didn't bother counting how many times it happened in the next hour. Teeth bared, fur raised, shots fired and just as quickly it was over. With so many bull headed males in one area, Charles could see why an Alpha was needed. At times he could cut the testosterone with a knife.

He wasn't sure why but the boxer had taken a fancy to him. Maybe it was because he was such a good listener or that he didn't seem to be a threat in any way to the canines masculinity, which seemed to be an issue amongst the canines. Who was a “bitch” and who wasn't was a common topic that came up. Mostly joking but sometimes it went too far and fur flew once more.

Clem seemed to start his fair share of things. Togo on the other hand didn't seem to bother. He joked here and there but overall seemed to be on friendly terms with everyone. And as such, Charles was too as if Togo represented him.

Three others joined them and Charles couldn't recall their names from one another. He didn't want to point them out from their different breeds and so kept his mouth shut as he took another beer and enjoyed the show. A dalmatian was one of the three and was accusing Brigsby of owing him money. This caught the attention of the sheep dog who seemed to be the golden retrievers mate and soon enough the Alpha did have to step in. Drinks were thrown, spittle spat and the sheep dog was actually lifted up off the ground and tossed into the lake.

“Dodge,” Togo explained talking about the dalmatian. “Used to fuck Brigsby. That was before Jasper and him had finally settled down. But Brigsby continued seeing Dodge behind Jasper back after the spat of 2012.” And that only went on. A dinner and a show.

Things wound down as the sun finally set over the trees and a cold breeze blew in. Charles scooted closer to the husky who gladly wrapped an arm around him.

“I got the tent set up.” Clem came back over. Charles envied the dog who was half naked still. The cold had come in quickly for a summer day and the man was shivering and being eaten alive by mosquitoes. The boxer didn't seem to have an issue with either.

“Thanks.” Togo just said, giving Charles a tug.

“Bed already?” Charles asked, stifling a yawn.

“Soon.” Togo only whispered back, nuzzling the side of his face.

Reese had set up a rather large bonfire of a campfire back in front of the cabin. There was a large clearing in front and the cars had been moved out of the way. Logs had been set up as seats and snacks provided. There was a jeep wrangler next vista and Charles figured it was how the other three dogs had joined them.

All the canines were gathered around and s'mores were split up. Charles didn't point out for it to be s'mores there also had to be Hershey chocolate on it. That was just asking for trouble if he had.

Several tents had been set up off to the side.

“Reese takes the cabin with Jasper and Brigsby.” Togo explained in that low whisper. The husky's hot breath against the nape of his skin made Charles shiver in the cold. “After what happened last time, others aren't allowed in. Well, we could if you want.” The husky added sitting behind him and wrapping both arms around him, giving him a strong squeeze with his legs. “But I got a tent for the two of us for the weekend.” Togo breathed softly, resting his snout on Charles head and just left it at that.

It was hard to argue against the husky.

“A single sleeping bag?” Charles asked as Togo zipped up the tent behind them.

“Well, I figured we'd share.” The husky just shrugged, a smirk tugging on the side of his face as his pants dropped down. The fully nude husky had to crouch inside the small tent. Charles knew what was coming before the husky even pounced but still was taken off guard by the force and weight that landed on him.

“Get off, you big goof.” Charles laughed, trying to keep his voice down as Togo licked the side of his face. The husky's tail was wagging quickly now as Togo slid one leg in between the man's and pressed himself up against Charles. Togo pet the front of his chest, teasing at the hair there; something the dog found rather amusing. Charles was a fuzzy guy but nothing in comparison to the husky.

“Just love this fluff of yours.” Togo growled, that smirk tugging on the side of his face in a toothy grin.

“Well,” Charles said. Togo already knew what he was going to say but wanted to hear it anyways. “It's nothing compared to yours.” Reason why? Because then Charles would reach out and begin scratching at his fluffiness.

Over his chest and sides, up around his shoulders and along the back of his neck. Those fingers would then roam up to scratch behind his ears and Togo would moan against him. Pushing his snout down against Charles's stomach and resting his forehead against his chest.

And Charles would chuckle at that. Togo could feel that laugh in his chest, hear the sound of his heart beat and soon would scoot closer to wrap both his own arms around his human. Nuzzling at his chest and side as Charles would roughly scratch down over his chest making Togo arc his butt high, pushing against the ground with his toes and forcing the man back.

Things from there would slow down, Togo knew. This was just another one of their little games they played. Charles would scritch and scratch wherever he could reach and Togo would just enjoy every second of it. As the man began to idle with it, the husky would move or squirm to regain his attention and would get another furious round of scratching that made Togo's leg kick lightly.

And Charles loved the feel of his musky, waxy fur between his fingers. It felt good. It was warm from Togo's hot body. The smell of it alone made the man become light headed. It reminded him of all their sexual exploits throughout the past several weeks they had known each other.

Togo was such an interesting card in this game of life. Charles hadn't ever met a man like him. Someone that was so independent and yet dependent like this, he thought as the husky actually rolled onto his back with both legs open wide without a care in the world. Charles laid next to him and rubbed over his muscular chest and over his belly. The man kissed his chin. Togo wagged his tail.

“Good thing you came.” Togo murmured nearly thirty minutes later. “I'd have to kidnap you otherwise.” He yawned, wiggling his back on the ground and turned to rest his muzzle on Charles thigh. “And Reese frowns on that.”

“Something I should be worried about?” Charles chuckled, scratching with both hands under the husky's chin and along his exposed neck. Charles already stunk of Togo and knew he would be for the rest of the trip.

“Nah.” Togo just grinned wickedly without another word on that matter. “I'm glad you came.” Togo added after another five minutes of silence between the two. Togo sat up a bit and looked at him with those piercing eyes. “It's been nice to have someone.” Togo chewed his words and left it at that, looking away. The husky's ears splayed out submissively and he sighed.

“Me too.” Charles said before the husky had to push himself any further than he already had. Charles touched his hand and the husky's tail twitched in response. He slid his fingers between the dogs and gave it a strong squeeze. “It's just been so nice to have someone to do things with. Anything, really.” Charles shook his head as his hand slipped free.

Togo didn't say anything on that. Not about to just put himself out there like that again. It was embarrassing enough the first time. So instead he patted his naked thigh and convinced the man to lay back in his lap so Togo could scratch Charles chest for a change. Neither of the two bothered addressing the fact Togo's plump sheath was rubbing against the man's right ear.

“Things just haven't been at all what I thought.” Charles closed his eyes and took a slow breath. There was a warmth that seemed to just radiate from the husky. It made goose bumps form on his arms and a smile creep over his face.

“You and me both.” Togo just agreed.

“Life wasn't suppose to be like this.” Charles covered his face with one arm and turned his face towards the husky. “Everything was going perfect in high school. Met a girl, won her heart. Got into a prestigious college. My parents aren't divorced.” The man spoke slowly as he thought of how things could have gotten here. “We were going to have two and a half kids with a white picket fence and a small… pet.” Charles tactfully changed it from dog. “The American dream.” He added with a defeated look as he stared up at the husky. There was actual tears in the man eyes.

Togo was uncomfortable about this. The two had gone out of their way not to talk about his situation or even about them. They were friends as far as they had ever admitted to each other let alone themselves. And here Charles was putting it down on the table and what was Togo suppose to do or so to that?

So the husky just turned the man around, brought his face right back against his groin and wrapped a leg around him. That would be enough for now it seems as he placed a blanket over his human and rested down with closed eyes. That was something future Togo would have to deal with.

Togo didn't even need to look to guide Charles exactly where he needed him to go. Rubbing the man's face over his fattening sheath and his sweaty inner thighs. The man kissed over him, teasing and tasting his sheath's opening. Slurping his tongue deep inside and out again. Nosing over one side before taking in his musky scent, down to his hefty sack to nuzzle and kiss at it. Togo draped it over his face and curled his toes as Charles nipped at his sensitive taint before coming back up from the other side.

Maybe it wasn't what Charles wanted to hear but right now, it was what he needed. To know and love Togo's body as well as the husky did. They both need this. They wanted it. The smell in the air told Togo just how much he craved him, wanting him and that alone was enough for Togo.

Togo brought him back up, not letting him speak a word as he kissed him roughly and laid him onto his back. The black and white husky was panting now as he pulled his way. Globs of saliva splattered down over Charles chest.

“Nice.” Togo just said after pulling Charles pants down to show off his bright lime green briefs he had on. “Very colorful.”

“I was prepared for Saint patties day too.” Charles just shrugged, breathing slow and heavily himself.

“Cute.” The husky just smirked as he nosed down at the man's defined bulge. He sniffed at it, licking up over it and snagging the waistband with his teeth. He pulled them down all the way to relieve him of the constraining clothing. Togo put them on his head, getting a laugh from the man.

A laugh that soon turned into a deep moan of pure pleasure as Togo had crawled down between his now spread legs and didn't hesitate to lick and slurp over every bit of Charles exposed body. Unlike the man, the husky's tongue could cover everything with each and every slurp he gave. Cupping under his sack and lapping around and tasting the hot day Charles had.

Their musky bodies filled the tent and raised the temperature several degrees.

Only after tasting the man's body once more did Togo find the words he was looking for. He crawled up on all fours over him, looking down with that smirk of a grin on his fuzzy face. “Don't worry about it.” He said. “None of it matters. Anything outside this tent. The only thing that matters is me. And you.” He added, Togo's face softening as he moved down to lick the tip of Charles's nose. “Nothing else matters than the two of us in this moment. No one else but us.”

Maybe it was the husky's magnetism, his confidence or what he had said but Charles was sold. Anything else was out of his mind as the husky laid down on him, coaxing his legs up into the air and took him as his own.

Togo's tapered tip was already leaking profusely as it teased and wedged itself into Charles's tail hole. Togo couldn't figure how Charles cock could work as efficiently as his own. Humans were just weird like that. Togo was thick, long and had no issue at all to slide deep into his human. It was self lubricating and came in a snazzy package. Togo looked good naked, not just flopping around for the world to see.

He snorted at the thought as he gave another thrust into him. This had become just another one of their things. Charles was so accepting of him, trusting in him to give his all to the husky. Every bit of the man belong to Togo in these moments and no one else could take that away. Feeling his tight tail hole squeeze around his thickening knot only riled Togo up further, as if Charles could refuse him like this. The man wanted it just as much.

Charles loved the feel of Togo. His strength, being held like this. Just the thought of being filled, the sensation that washed over him when Togo finished. And in these rare moments, the husky would knot him. Tying the two together for the rest of the night. It was incredible intimate moment for the two. Locked like that, one with one another as they kissed and held the other.

Togo had explained most dogs never tie with anyone. It made them feel too vulnerable. It was too intimate. Too much. Even some in long, committed relationship never did. And that made this all the more special for the two. Togo's tennis ball of a knot locking them together.

It hurt, Charles couldn't deny. It was uncomfortable at first as his body had to accept and adjust to the sheer size of it. It was all worth it as Togo got that look on his face, biting his lower lip with his eyes tightly shut and ears up in the air. That look he got as his body tensed and balls tightened against him and with a growl groan did the husky unleash himself, filling the man's very body with every drop he could possibly muster.

That thick shots of husky love sent shivers up Charles's spine. It made him gasp, those goosebumps returning as every bit of him was taken by the husky and then filled with his very life essence. Knotted and tied like this, Charles had to accept it. He couldn't clean up after, no. He'd be stuck with him inside, having to take every drop of the husky rather he liked it or not.

And it was that thought that made Togo go for round two. Humping hard enough for his fat sack to slap against his human body. Grunting, gritting his teeth as he focused on these thoughts. His human, his mate taking him like this. Not wasting a drop of his love.

“Take it.” Togo grunted between clenched teeth.

Togo had been leaking the whole time but Charles could feel when the second round came and the man could only lay back and do just that with the heavy husky still on him.

“So much. So big.” Charles would say every now, coaxing and stroking the husky's ego more and more. Togo loved it. The encouragement, the appreciation of him and what he had to offer. Like any dog he craved that vocal reassurance and support.

It was what Togo needed, wanted and craved as he laid down on his man. Hugging and holding him as he tip twitched deep inside of his mate, still leaking and would be for some time to come.

Charles held him tightly in a hug, loving the feel of Togo's fur against his bare flesh amongst other things.

Togo sighed once more, resting a bit more on his side and off the man. He covered the two of them absentmindedly as he was still caught up in the high from it all. He was panting, tongue lolling out and without thinking of it said the thing Charles had feared since the beginning.

“No one can make you as happy as I can.” Togo just said basking in the aftermath.

Charles didn't say a thing as he rested against the husky's fluffy, slightly damp with sweat chest. The man didn't say anything for he knew that in that moment Togo was right.

And as Togo finally fell asleep in his arms, Charles looked at that fuzzy white and black face. He pet the side of it. “You are my vice.” Charles just said lightly with a pained face. Pain due to just how much he enjoyed this. And that only now had he ever felt this way.