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Running On Empty

Chapter One

By Roofles

“Are you sure you don't want me to come along?" Diesel asked, escorting his roommate outside their apartment and to his car.

“It'll be fine, dude." Keith just chuckled, patting the larger smoky grey great dane on the chest. The dog was shirtless. He usually was. The human had to look up at the taller canine who was standing just a bit too close for comfort, again. “I'll text you if anything comes up. Promise." Keith teased him now, turning away to get in his car.

Diesel opened the door for him, letting the human get inside before leaning down to take up the whole doorway with his girth. The great dane could be a bit overly protective at times.

“It'll only take me ten minutes, tops, to get there. If anything fishy comes up, call." The great dane wrinkled his nose as he talked, giving him a sniff.

“It'll be just fine D, relax." Keith just tried assure his old friend. “It's just an interview."

“If anything," Diesel pressed. The canine was speaking from experience, whereas the human had little to fear.

“If anything comes up, mom. I'll call you." Keith just laughed now turning the car on. It took a few turns of the key before the old beat up Volkswagen chugged to life. The two stopped for moment, listening to the sound of the engine screeching before it began a steady rumble. “Like if I need another jump." Keith only laughed, flushing a bit in the face. He hated asking for help.

The great dane didn't seem amused. He had been the one to come to his aide the last time his car crapped out on him. No one else would.

The two had been good friends since they were young. Growing up together until Keith's parents moved; he had always suspected it was due to his friendship with Diesel. It was by chance that when the two got older they would find each other on social media, end up going to the same college shortly after and from there become roommates.

Keith had taken a chance, wanting to move anyways, to come out here for the room to rent. Diesel hardly charged him a dime in rent, finding his company worth its own weight in gold.

“You have homework to be focusing on." Keith reminded the great dane, chiding him about it again as if he were the great dane's mother. Diesel was still taking up the whole doorway. Keith had taken the handle, waiting for Diesel to move out of the way so he could close it. “Say hi to Jimmy for me."

“Right." Diesel nodded finally backing up and letting Keith close his car door. The great dane waved him off before heading back inside, knowing already he hadn't gotten any messages from Jim. Even though the two had been going out for over a couple of years now, Diesel's boyfriend Jimbo wasn't the social type.

The great dane had been seeing the bulldog before Keith and he had reconnected. It had only been online for the most part, the two old friends texting each other after. Diesel hadn't expected Keith to take him up on the offer; still the great dane had been the only one to help the human move.

Keith thought nothing of it as he headed out of the college district and towards the downtown. Keith was early and took his time finding a space during the busy lunch rush. He had the day off from classes and didn't work either. It was a first in a long time and Keith had hoped to make the most of it.

Diesel wasn't sure what to do. He had gotten his school stuff out, taking up the whole small living room in the single room apartment he rented out. They had made up one of the side rooms, that was more of a closet, for Keith to sleep in. The human didn't seem to mind or complain. Diesel still felt the need to try and make him as welcomed as possible.

Now that Keith wasn't in that backwater hicktown they had grown up in, the great dane feared Keith might end up connecting with others. Diesel didn't want to lose his friend again.

The great dane shook such thoughts from his mind as he paced around the apartment barefoot. He had the whole day off and his wardrobe showed it. The smoky gray great dane had only a pair of loose shorts with nothing underneath. Keith didn't mind him walking around half-naked and the great dane did like showing off a bit.

Diesel spent the next half hour just working out. He had turned his room into a personal gym. He had taken down the doors to his closet, installing a multi-purpose bar in it. Allowing him to do pull ups in his own room. There was an old bench press underneath it; it folded up nicely when he was doing pull ups. There were several miscellaneous weights next to his bed. Everything he got here was either donated, used or given by friends (so long as he came to pick them up). A bunch of protein shakes were stacked next to the weights.

Diesel was trying to put on some bulk to his already expansive girth. Working out was the great dane's religion. It allowed him to focus on things he needed too. Help clear his head. He read that a good work out was healthy not just for the body but the mind and spirit; it released endorphins into the blood giving those “good feels."

Working up a good sweat was it's own reward, Diesel grinned. Flexing in front of one of the mirrors in his room, he used them to make sure he was doing proper body alignment while working out. Didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself too.

The great dane didn't sweat all over like a human. It mostly was a few key locations, like for any dog. On his feet or hands. His tongue was swollen as he panted hotly, letting off the heat as he panted at his own reflection. Still, it left him rather musky as he took a sniff of his armpit.

“Fuck." Diesel shook his head. “Rank." The canine chuckled looking around the room for something; instead he headed out.

Their apartment stunk of the great dane, something Diesel loved. It was his den after all. Keith's dull nose couldn't smell it. Smell that Diesel had jerked off in practically every room. The human's ignorance was in itself a reward, a dirty secret that made it all the more enticing to do.

Diesel made sure to lock the front door, double checked his phone to make sure he had time as he slipped into the small closet of a room Keith used. The bed had been crammed into it giving the great dane just enough space to strip down and jump onto it.

The mattress creaked and protested at his weight as the sweaty great dane rubbed his back, his musky fur into the sheets.

Diesel could smell it as he reached over blindly. “Keith, Keith, Keith." He shook his head grabbed the human's briefs he had on the other day. The great dane's nose wrinkled and he barked a heavy laugh. “Really? Can't even afford a good masturbator?" The dog remarked smelling the human's release from this morning.

Diesel pressed his nose right against it as he reached down to play with himself. His sheath was already full as he searched around for something; grabbing one of the human's socks, the great dane began jerking off into it. Snorting at the briefs and licking at the dried spooge inside. Rubbing it over his broad snout as he gave himself another tight gripped pump.

Diesel discarded the sock, sticking his snout through one of the leg holes and stretching it out as he took himself firmly in his own jaws. His bright red, black splotched rigid shaft was already pulsing by the time his tongue touched it. Torrents of thick spooge emptied out of his tightening sack down his throat as Diesel came hard on Keith's bed.

The great dane cleaned up the mess for the most part, snagging Keith's towel on the way out as he went to take a quick shower. No shampoo or soap, just a means to rinse off some of the stank. And to soil Keith's towel; the human would be none the wiser Diesel thought as he put it back in his room.

“OK, with that done…" The great dane deflated a bit as he looked at the mountain of books and papers on the coffee table he had gotten out. “Right…" This was far less fun that fucking with his roommate. Diesel just got out his laptop, put his glasses on (something he never wore in public) and began trying to get this over with.

“Maybe I'll make a snack first…" Diesel decided, taking the glasses off and neatly folding them up as he headed into the kitchen.

…

“I'm home." Keith called as he unlocked the door. He thought that was strange, maybe Diesel decided to go out? He hung his coat up behind the door and noticed shortly after Diesel was still there. It was hard to miss the great dane sleeping on the couch. Another day off and here Diesel was making the most of it, Keith chuckled. “Hope you have dinner ready, woman!" He called walking past and towards the kitchen to see if there was any left overs.

He didn't hold his breath.

The two teased each other like an old married couple. It was all in good fun. Keith didn't get a reply so the human looped around to his room to drop off his wallet and keys before heading into the living room to make sure Diesel was actually asleep. It wouldn't be the first time the great dane had just given up on life, when it came to doing homework that is. Keith found the great dane snoring on the couch however, a leg up on the back of the sofa.

The large canine took up the whole thing. An arm up behind his head and another lazed out over the coffee table. Several books had been opened up, a laptop sat plugged in next to them. There was an empty coffee cup and a dirty plate from whatever the canine had for dinner.

Diesel had smoky gray fur all over his body. There were white markings above his eyes and on his chin and the tip of a few of his fingers and toes. Small things that at the same time made him stand out amongst the rest, not counting his size that is. Diesel's fur was thinner than some breeds but still covered his full body. The great dane was wearing a loose pair of shorts and little else, the front of which were unbutton. The canine didn't like to be “burdened" by clothing when he could help it, Keith recalled looking away.

“Diesel, Diesel, Diesel." Keith shook his head, saying the name in a low whisper as he moved around the sofa. The human cleaned up after the canine. Collecting the energy drinks, the coffee cup and plate. He took the book off the canine's face and snapped it closed.

The great dane snorted at that, rubbing his nose and turning his broad snout away. The snoring soon started up again. Like a lumberjack with a chainsaw, going to town on a log.

“Could be an earthquake and you wouldn't wake up." Keith rolled his eyes taking the plates in to put in the sink. He came back in to help clean up the books, placing book marks in each of the open ones just in case.

Keith tried to help out whenever he could, he was a guest here still. The great dane wouldn't even take his money when it came to rent or helping out with the cable, electricity, or internet. All things Keith used. Doing the chores every now and then was the least he could do.

Diesel had turned to the side, one leg still draped up over the sofa and the other hanging over the end of the other armrest. He always was a sight to behold, even when sleeping. Keith couldn't help but stare at his friend from time to time. That smoky gray muzzle was open slightly as Diesel continued to snore up a storm, a broad pink tongue drooping over the side of the couch as he drooled over it. One of the great dane's arms was out over the table while the other was resting idle on his exposed stomach.

Keith took a second, hesitating before reaching down to scratch the great dane's head. He looked so much like a dog, it was hard to resist when he was sleeping like this. Keith might even call him cute. Diesel took a heavy breath at the touch, stretching out one leg and arm before resting back down with a pleased smile on his face.

Diesel was a muscular dog. He insisted on putting on weight hating the fact due to his breed his arms and legs were far scrawnier than he'd prefer. So, Diesel hit the gym Keith knew; Keith had not known, until he was invited along once, that by gym Diesel meant his room. It was a bit cramped with the two of them in there an Keith had to tap out before they begun. Keith knew Diesel was on the “full diet" as the canine liked to call it. Plenty of meat, potatoes and hardy foods.

There was a reason why their food bill was as much as rent.

The diet was a cheat, Keith even knew. Diesel didn't have much of a sweet tooth as it was. The cans of “Dog Chow" in the cupboard was nothing but gravy, meat and potatoes. The great Dane bought them by the dozen. One day out grocery shopping, Diesel had filled the whole shopping cart with a variety of these cans. Diesel insisted it was too test which of them was best.

Keith took a seat in the side sofa, turning on the news and pulled Diesel's laptop up onto his lap. Keith didn't own one himself and would use Diesel's whenever he needed it. The human made sure to save everything on it; Diesel having lost a few of his papers due to carelessly forgetting about them – then turning the computer off without realizing until it was too late.

Keith saved one of the papers, closed another one and then a bright flush took his face as he looked at the open window page.

It was an adult site called “Dogs and Dolls," a play on the classic play guys and dolls. It was in bright lights at the top. Underneath it was several videos and pictures of rather large, burly looking dogs of all breeds in extremely lewd sexual positions. There was a list of buyable products on one side; one of which was highlighted by the great dane during his search.

It was just called a “tug toy." Keith didn't ask or click on it to find out what that meant.

The human had seen and done his fair share of sexual things in his day. It was the fact the site seemed dedicated to one kind of fetish above everything else. Dog on human. Half of which did not look consensual or something he'd want to test out...

One, a rather large beefy Rottweiler, had pinned his human down against the ground. Fucking her from behind. In his teeth was a leather leash he was tugging on. It connected to the collar around her neck. With one hand he kept her firmly down as he pulled on that leash, twisting his face away growling in pleasure.

Another was that of a German shepherd that was butt naked in a chair with his legs spread open. There was a human's face being pushed against his rigid, veiny throbbing red cock roughly. They had a leather mask on and Keith couldn't see their face as they were forced to please him. It was dubbed “master and pet play ideas," where the canine was the master and the human the pet.

The next was of a Dalmatian sitting on another human ass over their face, pulling a human against his bare foot while pumping himself off on a third. Each of these seemed to have a dedicated forum to them, where people could talk about ideas and the best positions to “put the human in."

Keith just closed the laptop as the next video began to auto-play.

The human knew porn stars were big, they mostly had to be for their job. He also knew canines were bigger than average than a human. Keith had never thought how big a porn star canine would thus be.

Keith would normally ask Diesel about such things. The two were close after all. This was one of the very few times Keith couldn't ask the great dane question about this kind of stuff, as it concerned him specifically. Was Diesel into this kind of thing? Was Jimbo then too? Did he think this way about all humans? Or was this just fap material for Diesel?

Keith reasoned it was the later above anything else. If Diesel was still at home on his day off, doing homework, there was little chance the great dane had gotten a chance to see his pitbull. Jimbo wasn't one to come over and visit. Keith hadn't even met Jimbo, only seen pictures Diesel had shown him of the pitbull. Keith didn't try to think too much about it as he closed the laptop and placed it back on the table; blaming the warmth of it for his semi-hard on.

The man didn't think any more about it as he adjusted himself, heading into the bathroom to relieve some tension that had built up.

There was a sharp smell in the air and Diesel stirred, sitting up abruptly and looking around. The great dane's ears fell back as he looked down at the mess he had made on the table. Everything had been neatly cleaned up and organized, even his laptop was closed. Diesel knew instantly Keith had been here.

The inner part of Diesels ears darkened a bit with a blush as the dog looked over towards the bathroom, hearing his roommate taking a shower now. Once again, Keith had cleaned up after him. Even placing an unneeded blanket over the great dane; the canine's fur was more than enough to keep warm.

Still, Diesel was smiling as he scooted over to the edge of the couch, placing his feet back on the floor and wiggling his toes as he opened the laptop back up. He needed to finish this paper. Diesel was only taking night classes; a few others were online. That didn't make it any less important. He still had to go in to take the major tests.

Diesel opened the laptop up right for the video to finish loading and auto-playing for the great dane.

“Ah, fuck me harder. Oh, you're so big." The human moaned as the boxer thrusted into them as the video played out. Diesel whole face, under that smoky gray fur, turned a dark red. Steam might as well have been shooting out of his ears as he slammed the laptop shut with enough force he might've cracked the screen.

Diesel head snapped around to make sure Keith wasn't behind him. He rubbed at his neck as he turned back around, letting out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. “No, Keith wouldn't have seen it." Diesel tried to reassure himself, nodding along with it. “I'm sure…"

The shower stopped and the great dane turned around to see Keith come out with Diesel's green towel wrapped around his waist; the other having been used already.

“H-hey." Keith said giving a weak smile.

“Ah crap baskets, you did see it." Diesel groaned, rubbing the ridge of his muzzle with two fingers.

It wasn't long before Keith was sitting next to him on the couch, half-dressed after the shower.

“Look." Diesel began, trying to explain.

“No, it's ok. I understand…" Keith just chuckled, flushing a bit not able to look at his friend. It wasn't unheard of but it wasn't common practice either for such a thing. Be it society or social standings, most kept within their own species when it came to sexual relationships.

Diesel nose twitched as he sat next to his friend. Their thighs weren't touching, giving each other a respectable amount of room. “It's just… what I like." Diesel cleared his throat a bit now, turning to face the human a bit more. “I mean it's not like I've really done it before."

Keith nodded at that. “Yeah." He just agreed a bit numb to it all. His mind was racing about it all.

“It's not too weird, is it? Things aren't going to be, like you know weird… with us…?" Diesel asked, a soft whine to his voice. “Is it?"

“Nah man, I-it's just sort of shocked me was all. Wasn't expecting that. I mean… I don't even know how that's possible." Keith tried to gesture with a hand, then stopped and flushed a bit more. “I mean with the," he cleared his throat. “Size."

Diesel eyes widen a bit and he chuckled a bit uncomfortable, blushing a bit more. Keith hadn't ever seen him when he was fully erect before. The human had walked in on him once or twice when he was changing or in the bathroom. That was different, the canine's sheath hid any view of the goods.

Where Keith wore boxer briefs to hide himself, Diesel always thought his sheath was the same way for him – never bothering to use underwear himself.

The great dane chuckled at that, recalling it as he licked up over his nose. He could practically still smell Keith's release from before. It only made the blush in the canine's floppy ears burn brighter. It had been a guilty pleasure. “Well… I mean I can show you, if you like?" Diesel offered, clearing his throat a bit now.

Keith face turned even redder than it had been before after seeing that video.

“No, no I mean I have a video! A porno." Diesel quickly corrected, covering his face with a hand. “Sheesh." He shook his head. “Then again…"

Keith laughed a bit at that and didn't refuse the tape as Diesel got up and headed into his bedroom. The great dane didn't take long and came back in, practically jogging over.

“It's one of the first I got." Diesel explained, crouching down and putting the blue ray in. His butt wagged back and forth with his tail making Keith flush a bit more, having been staring. “It's rather tame compared to well," Diesel just cleared his throat again and moved over. Keith gave him plenty of room as he started it up.

“You have a lot of these?" Keith just asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. Diesel nose twitched, he could smell the human relax a bit now. It was just the two of them after all, best friends since they were kids.

If it was anyone else, Keith would have up and left Diesel was sure. The great dane seemed to bring out the best in his friend and that made his short tail wag as he looked back over at him.

“I got a couple, yeah. It's easier to just look online." Diesel just gave a heavy, one shoulder shrug as he rested against the couch. The large great dane rested an arm behind it, folding a leg over the other and relaxed. Diesel hoped his casual body language would help Keith.

It seemed too as Diesel went through the starter menu before starting the porno up. Diesel hand was behind Keith's head and the canine just scratched the human's hair with his coarse paw padded fingers.

Keith chuckled at that, pulling away slightly. “It doesn't feel as good as it does for you, I bet." Keith always said when Diesel did it. The great dane was far touchy-feely than Keith recalled; he figured most canines were. It was just in their nature.

“True," Diesel scooted a bit closer now, bending his head down. “Will you do the honor?"

Keith laughed at that and gave his friend a playful push. “We're about to watch a porno and you want me to scratch your head?" Keith blushed a bit. This all was a bit much for the reclusive human. None of his human friends had ever asked him to do this before, let alone watch a porno together.

“Well, usually I let a dog buy me dinner first before he rubs my head." Diesel stuck that slightly too long, broad tongue out at the human.

Keith only rolled his eyes at that, still he reached up to scratch the great dane behind one of his floppy ears. Diesel took a few seconds to enjoy that, even closing his eyes.

“Lower." Diesel growled. Keith gave him another shove and the two exchanged a laugh as the porno started up.

“So like, how did the printer break exactly? Was that in the previous video? Is this the sequel?" Keith just asked as the delivery dog came in with only a brown hat and short shorts on. The muscular boxer had put one leg up on a chair, stretching as he asked about the order.

“It's out of toner." Diesel just explain.

“Toner?" Keith frowned a bit now. “This is called Boner isn't it?" The human shook his head on the terrible play on words.

“It's called boning the toner." Diesel just laughed, grinning guiltily as he continued to watch. “Better than the second boning; literally. That one sucks, and not in the good way." Diesel just playfully continued their banter as the video played out.

“So… do they just… Oh, I guess they do." Keith tilted his head to one side as the boxer lifted the human up onto the printer, zipped his pants open and hung all out. The human blushed as the canine began just fucking the secretary. “How does it uh… fit?"

“Uh…" Diesel looked over at him. “Did you never learn about the birds and bees?"

“I meant in his shorts! Those thin scraps of cloth can't even hold me in it! Let alone a canine that… big." Keith swallowed, feeling hot around the neck as he continued to watch. He wished he had something to cover his lap with as the grunting, groaning from the tv only grew louder.

“Well it sort of fits into the sheath when it's not being… used." Diesel tried to explain, the great dane was getting distracted himself as they both tilted their head the other way as the boxer got up on the printer with them and continued giving her the toner.

“How?" Keith just asked still with his head to one side as the two of them switched positions, the boxer laid on his back with the human in his lap now.

“Biology." Diesel just stated a bit dumbly. The great dane shook his head and had to adjust himself. “Forgot how good this one was."

“They aren't doing much." Keith couldn't argue though as he watched.

“The classics are the best." Diesel just chided the inexperienced human. “You must first master the basics before advancing on, young grasshopper." Diesel just nodded sagely.

There was a loud moan from the TV and they both went silent for several seconds.

Diesel licked over his dry lips once more, looking over at Keith before back at the screen. The large canine adjusted himself on the couch before kicking a leg up on the table, undoing the front of his pants. Keith didn't notice until Diesel had cupped his sack and sheath with one large hand and pulled them out, letting it rest against one of his muscular thighs. The great dane let out a heavy groan of relief.

“Was getting stuffy in there." Diesel rolled one shoulder, relaxing back once more.

“Uh…" Keith was bright red in the face as he watched the great dane give himself a few rubs. Diesel just grinned, seeing that it had caught the human's attention fully; even facing the TV, the canine was watching his friend admire his package.

“Well, you wanted to see." Diesel just moved up a bit on the couch, bringing his leg up onto it and turned his groin towards the blushing human. “Apparently our sex ed classes were very different."

“I moved down South... The sex ed class was 'god is always watching you and even if you marry a virgin, sex is a sin and your will burn.'" Keith laughed, trying not to seem as bothered by all this than he actually was.

Being gay was hard enough. Add him hanging out with a dog throughout his childhood was just another thing on top of it; not that he minded Diesel at all. Other humans, and canines alike, seemed to find their friendship an insult to them. Bring in the factor of religion and, well, Keith hadn't had a great childhood. There hadn't been a single time where it had been ok for a human to date, let alone sleep with, anyone that wasn't human (let alone another male).

The one saving grace of it was in fact Diesel, who was hanging loose right in front of him.

“We can stop if ya' like." Diesel chuckled a bit, giving him a friendly enough smile. The canine's tail wasn't wagging, his ears were folded back and his whiskers were straight, tense. Signs any other dog could see, and smell, that showed how difficult this was for the great dane as well. It was all lost on the human.

“Well, we are here now, right?" Keith only offered with a shrug. He scooted a bit closer.

“Right!" Diesel cleared his throat, smacking his lips a couple of times before repeating in a far softer voice and less of a bark. “Right. SO… we have the sheath," Diesel gave himself a poke with one finger. Keith was watching him a bit too intensely now.

The videos Diesel had watched online was far less talking and figuring it out; they were like the dog and human in the porno still playing. They just jumped right into it. It was so much easier with a dog; the smell alone was all one really needed to know if someone was interested or not. It wasn't like Diesel could just ask Keith to give his balls a sniff and see if he liked what he smelled or not.

Real life was far more complicated, unfortunately.

“Then we got the sack." Diesel motioned down to it. He used one finger to lift up a massive orb within and Keith tried not to think too much about the size of it.

“How does that… fit." Keith asked once more, trying to make heads or tails of it. “I mean it's huge," and they both flushed at the compliment the human gave the canine. “Like really big, human's don't got that either."

“Well I have to adjust myself before ever sitting down." Diesel only chuckled now. “The sheath isn't so bad," he gave it a press with his fingers. “Squishes in just fine, as long as I'm not too… frisky, it's not much of a problem. The sack on the other hand I have to let hang down one of my pant legs."

“Was that why you kept having to go to the restroom during the opening night of the new Star Wars?" Keith asked.

“Well, that sure. I couldn't just adjust myself right there in the theater! Dark room or not every other canine would smell me." Diesel shook his head. “And I also sort of caught some of my fur in the zipper…"

Keith winced at that. “Ow." The human took a moment, the two not looking at each other. “Smell?" He ended up asking. It wasn't the first time the canine just casually mentioned it.

Diesel swallowed loudly, the room seemed quieter than it normally was. “Well, yeah. Everyone got a scent. You, me, my balls." Diesel just offered with a shrug. “Canines sense of smell is way stronger. Forty times or something if I recall my biology class…" Diesel shook his head side to side. “The specifics aren't important. It's just kind of a driving force for us, despite what most canine's would say. If you like something you smell, you're going to be biased towards it. If you don't? Well…"

“Oh," Keith blushed a bit unconsciously giving himself a sniff.

Diesel chuckled at that. “Relax. I've always liked your scent." The human's blush only increased. “How else did you think I found you in the city?" The dog shook his head.

“By smell?"

“Well, yeah. I mean you think it was just a coincidence that I found you during our first get together after all these years?" Diesel asked, folding his arms over his broad chest and lifting an eyebrow up. The great dane even pushed the human with one of his bare feet. Keith pushed it away with a laugh.

“N-no," Keith said quickly. “I thought it was divine intervention…"

The canine laughed at that. “Funny, that's what I call my nose!" And Keith rolled his eyes at that as his friend picked on him.

“Dare I ask what you call other parts of your body." Keith only laughed, pushing him back now with one of his own feet. Diesel pushed his bare foot against the humans; Keith only frowned at that. Even the great dane's feet were bigger than his. “No wonder why humans have such an inferiority complex to canine's…"

Diesel looked down to see what he was talking about, chuckling a bit as he curled his toes around Keith's. “There isn't anything small abut me, dude."

“Like your ego, apparently." Keith just stuck his tongue out. Diesel wasn't about to miss the chance and returned the favor, sticking out his far too long, broad tongue out at the human to match Keith. The human flushed, admitting defeat. “Makes you wonder why a dog like that would be interested in a human like her." Keith gestured towards the screen.

“Well…" Diesel brought up, pushing his gray padded foot against Keith's a bit more. “He must like her scent." The great dane smiled at the human, ignoring the TV.

“A scent is as good as, well… that." Keith gesture down at the great dane, unable to look at him as he did it. Keith wasn't sure how he could ever compete with something like that, even with toys.

Diesel chuckled once more, it was a deep sound as the great dane sat up a bit more. Diesel was enjoying himself, despite the awkwardness. “You humans always try to hide your scent, mask it under perfumes or with soap." The canine shook his head, wrinkling his nose. “It's natural; so long as you bathe regularly." He added with a bark of a laugh. “It's a powerful thing. It's one of the five senses. If you can… stimulate it, well." The dog let out a gruff growl of pleasure. “All the better."

Keith hadn't blushed so much in his life as the great dane sniffed in his direction.

The human just chuckled lightly, shaking his head a bit. “Well I guess... If there was a scent that I liked a lot." He tapped his nose with one hand. “Well with my dud here that is. Maybe I'd get all frisky too."

Diesel just smiled at that, giving the human a big grin at the offer. “Well. If you like." The dog took a moment. “You could see if you like mine?"

Keith mouth hung open slightly as his brain fizzled out for a few seconds before rebooting. “Oh. Well. I. Well."

Diesel couldn't help but love watching as the human squirmed. “You used my towel didn't you?" The great dane nose twitch, already knowing he had. “When you wiped your face off did you take a sniff of it? That would be me you were smelling." The great dane gave a toothy grin.

“W-well, mine was missing." Keith said defensively.

Diesel only chuckled though. “Dude, I love it if you use my towel. Or blanket. Or whatever." The canine shrugged. “We're roomies… we're friends." The dog brought up, a little too sappy and sweet for the Keith's taste seeing as how the human wanted to bury his face under the couch afterwards in embarrassment. “If you ever wanted too, I don't mind." Diesel sat up a bit more, just smiling at him.

“I feel like we've been drinking or something." Keith looked to one side. He twiddled his fingers feel almost buzzed from all this talk. It was supposed to just be two friends watching a porno.

“You don't have to sniff my sack if you don't want." Diesel let out a bark of a laugh and reached over to place one hand on one of Keith's legs. “There are other places."

Keith looked up at him, suspiciously. “I'm not much of a butt sniffer."

Diesel didn't miss a beat as he grinned at the human. “You haven't sniffed mine yet then." The great dane turned to face back towards the TV, kicking a leg up on the coffee table. For a second Keith thought Diesel was just going to go back to watching the porno, with his pants open. Instead the canine nosed down underneath one of his smoky gray furred arms. “Here." He breathed against himself, nosing under his arm a bit to take a sniff. “It's not as strong as before… but it should be enough."

“Here what?" Keith just asked stupidly.

“You can sniff here." Diesel lifted his arm up a bit. “Or I could get my shirt from the laundry." He motioned towards his room with his muzzle. “Make you wear it tonight." Diesel gave him a wink after that, and chuckled watching the human blush at the thought.

Keith looked at the clock. It was later than he thought, the two had been up for a little while now. It wasn't like he was pushing it by any means; no one else was here. Only the two of them. Keith had plenty of time, he didn't have a real reason not too…

“Did we do this as kids?" Keith asked, going somber as he thought about it.

Diesel ears folded back at that. “Well… you once spent the night at my place, I recall… without telling your parents." Keith recalled how pissed off they had been, having refused his request to stay Keith had just done it anyway. “We slept in the same bed…" Diesel thought it over, looking up at the ceiling now. “You moved shortly after that I think…"

Diesel could almost recall it. The two of them back in his childhood room. Having Keith get in his pajamas before crawling into bed with him as a pup. The two did snuggle, talking late into the night until they couldn't keep their eyes open any longer.

The great dane was about to say something else when he gave a small jump, feeling the human press his nose underneath his arm and into the crook of it. Keith took a small breath of the great dane's armpit. The musky aroma of the canine was strong and Keith felt the heat pouring off of Diesel this close. He took a soft, timid breath of him once more before pulling back.

“W-well?" Diesel asked after a minute passed by.

“I remember it." Keith just said softly. One of his hands was resting on Diesel's firm thigh. “From when we were young."

Diesel folded his ears back looking at his smaller friend. “It's stronger now." The dog chuckled lightly as he brought his arm down slowly around Keith and gave him a hug. “I'm sorry for what happened."

Keith was the one to laugh now, a soft sound as he returned the hug with both arms. Not even caring that Diesel's pants were still open. “I should be apologizing. My fucking racist parents couldn't stand you and I… I didn't do anything." Keith rested his forehead against Diesel's bare chest. His fur was slightly waxy and the smell, the heat pouring off the canine only seemed to increase as they embraced.

Diesel rubbed a hand down Keith's back, to the crook of it just above his rear and kept it there. “I never blamed you… You were just a pup. Like me. How could we have known?"

Keith nodded at that, trying not to get all teary eyed and sappy about this. “I forgot about you…" Keith confessed. “It was too hard to think about it all and I just… just pushed it from my mind. We moved. I thought I'd never see you again and just…"

Diesel just rubbed that hand over his back once more as Keith continued to rest his forehead against the great dane's chest. “You know," Diesel rested back a bit now, pulling Keith along with him. “I figured. You didn't recognize me at first until I sort of laid it out for you. Then it clicked." Keith couldn't argue with him. The human could feel the strong beat of the great dane's heart as he laid on top of him like this. “And when it did, it was like old times…" Diesel smiled down at him now, resting his chin on his chest. “Well, sort of like old times." He added looking over at the TV. The porno was still playing.

“When you said you were looking for a roommate…" Keith brought up, laying on his friends chest and facing towards the couch.

“I honestly wasn't baiting you." Diesel chuckled lightly, Keith could feel the laugh underneath him as the great dane scratched at his head again. “… I was so glad when you asked if you could. I had to turn down a beagle who I told could; man, that was awkward." The great dane only chuckled some more.

“As awkward as this?" Keith only asked.

“I don't think this is awkward at all." Diesel only rested his head back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Did you expect this to happen?"

“Nah," Diesel just sighed heavily, loving the weight of the man resting on top of him. “I was hoping you would get cold one night though…" Keith looked back up at him. “Maybe the heater had broken… and you were all cold because your furless… then I'd come home and we'd make hot chocolate and bundle up on the couch together. And I could uh… keep you warm." Diesel blushed a bit himself.

“You used to say that when we were kids too." Keith rested a bit on Diesel side now, sitting up a bit and looking at the great dane. “Your got a fetish or something?"

“Wanting to take care of your friend is a fetish?" Diesel asked, looking down at him. One of his floppy ears was standing up, half of it was still drooping forward.

“Taking advantage of someone in need might be." Keith just shrugged clueless about it. He had never been curious enough to look up everything that could be labeled a fetish.

Diesel just tickled his side for that, turning on his own to face towards the human. Pinning him against the back of the sofa with his chest. “You don't seem to mind one bit." The canine growled playfully, resting his hand on Keith's side. Feeling the human in his strong, amble fingers as he rubbed behind him once more to rest his large hand in the crook of his back.

The great dane wrapped his other arm down and underneath Keith, pulling the human closer against his chest and his exposed armpit. The much larger canine feet were up over the edge on the other side of the sofa as he tried to keep somewhat level with him.

Keith was just staring at that muscular chest, covered in a rich smoky gray fur. It was softer than he thought it would be, warm to the touch and gave off that strong musk. Keith scratched his nails over that chest leisurely trailed down to the great dane's stomach.

The dog noticeably shifted at that, grinning as he laid on his back a little more at the touch; the great dane was nearly off the couch and had to put a foot down on the ground for support.

“I missed this…" Diesel groaned softly, a growling sound of a pleased canine. Like his chest, the great dane's stomach was firm, unyielding like a solid wall of muscle. Keith was envious of it.

“Did we actually ever do… this?" Keith wasn't talking about the belly rub; the canine pants were still open and his fat sheath and hanging sack were still visible as the porno played in the background.

“Well…" Diesel scrunched up his brow, thinking it over. “I'm sure we did! It's fucking belly rubs!" The dog said angrily as if insulted by the notion that they hadn't. Keith stopped at that, looking at him quizzically. “Now if you rubbed lower…" the canine opened his legs up a little. “That would be a first." Diesel grinned, almost hopefully.

Keith rested his hand just on the canine's stomach; which was close enough. The hefty sheath took up the whole great dane's groin and up a bit to his lower stomach. It was a prominent sight that kept drawing his eye to it.

“Well I mean, then we could continue the anatomy lesson." Diesel just said as if that was the only reason why he was interested, sitting up a little bit to look down at himself. “SO… we got the sheath." The great dane motioned with one hand at himself now as if he were in a classroom giving a presentation.

“I got that." Keith rolled his eyes, sitting up himself now. Diesel kept one arm wrapped around him, over his shoulder and holding his side.

“Well… this all begun cause you were worried about size." Diesel turned his lower body slightly towards the human. “If you look inside you'd understand."

“This has trap written all over it." Keith had to point out, looking up at the great dane. Diesel was, poorly, trying to hide the smile plastered on his face.

“I so wasn't going to shove your face against it or anything." Diesel said a bit too quickly, as if thinking about it the whole time.

Keith wasn't sure what the great dane was thinking. Diesel was panting hotly now, the breath washing over Keith's face a bit as the canine smacked his lips and swallowed, drooling as he continued to tease the human. Clearly, he was enjoying this, even pushing his leg between Keith's as he gave himself some more room. Diesel had a terrible habit of man spreading when it was just the two of them.

Diesel licked over his muzzle once more, sucked in his gut a bit; the action tightened his hefty sheath around the plump member inside. Keith flushed a bit more, noticing as that loose flesh outlined the curves of it.

“See, canines aren't much of show-ers." The canine chuckle playfully giving Keith another strong one arm hug. “We're growers…" He let that sink in as Keith only blushed more. “You saw before, looked sort of empty. Now…" Diesel took hold of Keith's wrist gently guiding it down between those spread legs. The great dane didn't force it, just moved it down letting Keith be the one to touch him.

Diesel shuddered as those fingers felt him, feeling that hefty sagging sheath with one hand. Keith could feel Diesel within, he seemed to react at the attention and the whole thing shook, pulsing and increasing even more in size drastically at the touch. The stimulation of it. Keith flushed. He could feel the raw heat of the great dane against the palm of his hand, that musky warmth washing between his fingers as the very tips almost burned as they touched the great dane's sheath.

Keith shivered in contrast to that heat. Canines were usually warmer than humans were, and he understand what Diesel had meant about keeping him warm now.

“Wow." Was all Keith could really say about it.

Diesel replied with a rather gruff woof, making the human flush even more and withdraw his hand.

“Stick a finger in." Diesel was the one to say, not the porno still playing on the TV. Keith figured if the criminal justice program didn't work out for Diesel, the great dane could always be in a porno.

“R-really?" Keith was still flushing, feel a bit too warm now and even perspiring lightly as he looked back up at the great dane staring down at him; there was a warm smile on the dogs face.

“I'm not asking you to stick a finger up my bum, just…" Diesel had to adjust his position on the couch a bit, still half-falling off the small thing. “You were curious. And I'm…"

“Horny?" Keith laughed.

“Well," Diesel gave a half shrug. “What better way is there to get to know your best friend?" The canine just smiled.

“By sleeping with him?" Keith snorted, unable to help but laugh at the notion.

Diesel shook his large head side to side once more. “That?" He gestured over to the TV. “I bet they don't even know each other's names, well maybe stage names but you know what I mean." The great dane sat up a bit more having to readjust his position. “And if you think I'm just putting out without you buy me a diamond ring, yo' got another thing coming, mh-hm." The great dane words dripped with sass.

The two stopped at that and then laughed.

“You can't do bitch, well." Keith shook his head.

“Is it my voice?" Diesel asked, holding his throat.

Keith wasn't sure where to start to explain and just shook his head, resting against the great dane's side now. “Something like that, Dee…"

Diesel chuckled lightly and gave him another strong one-arm hug at the nickname. No one else was allowed to call him that. “I never asked, how was your interview?" Diesel brought up suddenly as if he wasn't half-naked here on the couch with him, offering for Keith to finger him.

“I-it was good." Keith said, taken aback. He talked about how it went and that he had gotten a second interview for next week.

“That's great!" Diesel just said happily for him, his short tail wagging. “I never doubted you." And Keith got a bone crushing, two arm hug at that.

Keith was still flushing as his nose was pressed between the great dane's pecs. “Dee." Keith said pulling back a bit. “Do uh… canine-Americans do this often?"

Diesel perked his ears up. “Talking about… interviews?" He asked, confused.

“I mean this." Keith motioned between the two of them.

“Well, a bit. Yeah." Diesel had to think that over. “Humans are very… uptight, uh no offense." The great dane chuckled. “Canines are very open with each other. It's hard to hide anything when you can, well, smell it. When you can't hide things it's just best to be open. No games. If someone doesn't like you, you don't have to put on fake airs with each other." The canine shrugged. “Makes life a hell of a lot easier than you'd think."

That bothered Keith a bit more than it should have. Maybe it had something to do with being raised in a conservative republican, catholic family. “Well… do I put on fake airs then?"

Diesel shook his head. “Nah, you're rather… natural." The dog smiled at that. “I've always enjoyed that about you. As uncertain as you maybe," the great dane teased. “I've never really seen you lie before. Or at least never to me."

“What? You can read my mind now?" Keith chuckled.

Diesel just tapped his nose once more. “The nose knows all." And he opened his eyes wider as he said that before laughing and nosing down at Keith's face.

The human cringed as that cold bumpy nose touched his cheek. The great dane only then nuzzled his broad snout against that cheek after, the whiskers tickling Keith's nose as he was pulled into another big hug. Diesel shook him back and forth before letting him go; Keith tried not to focus too much on the fact he was now sitting in the great dane's lap.

“Been meaning to cuddle you for… ages." Diesel admitted, flushing a bit more. The inner parts of his floppy ears turning a dark red as he grinned guiltily.

“Oh, is that all this is?" Keith chuckled a bit, unable to look into those eyes. He shivered again as that big bumpy wet nose touched his neck now; the great dane taking a long breath of him.

“Did you want to make it anything else?" Diesel was the one to ask. He could smell Keith's arousal, his nerves and worries about all this. And his excitement.

The great dane answered it for him, hugging Keith to his chest and laying back down on the couch. Diesel looked over towards the TV while the human laid on top of him.

“You decide." Diesel just said, moving a hand down underneath Keith. The back of it brushed against the human's groin as Diesel began to rub himself once more. “I'm going to finish enjoying this porno." The great dane kept one leg on the ground and moved the other over the armrest as he rested back, just watching the TV.

“OK," Keith just nodded, he moved off the great dane making Diesel ears fold back. He didn't let it show otherwise as Keith stood up. Did he miss smell something? He was sure Keith would have stayed…

Keith stripped his shirt off and undid the top of his pants bringing the great dane's attention over to him.

“What? I never jerk off in cloths." Keith just explained, motioning with one hand. Diesel sat up a bit, still with one leg up on the couch. Keith took a seat, feeling Diesel's leg behind him as he faced towards the TV himself. Diesel could see the bulge in the human's boxer briefs and just grinned, resting back a bit and continued watching as if the two had never stopped.

“Favorite dog breed, go." Diesel asked as they watched a dalmatian, the boxer from before and a golden retriever help out the secretary with loading something into somewhere. It took Keith a couple seconds to realize what each one of the dogs were doing and which hole they were plugging up.

“Great Dane." Keith just said, not looking over as he rubbed himself through the fabric. He kicked a leg up on the coffee table now. “But I'm biased." He added, glancing over at Diesel.

Diesel's tail wagged. “I just love me some humans."

“Like that?" Keith nudged towards the screen with his head. “And I don't think we count as a dog breed…" Keith smiled at the thought.

Diesel barked a laugh, a loud sound that filled the quiet apartment. “I don't think that's what I would call love." The secretary looked to be in a rather awkwardly painful position as she was fucked from 3 sides.

“She seems to be enjoying it." Keith only offered. “You don't know them!" He said in their defense. “They could be in a loving, committed… oh, never mind the golden retriever is peeing on her." Keith just laughed, shaking his head his joke being ruined.

“She's just some slutty bitch that called one too many repairmen." Diesel just corrected. “Her own fault.

“I do love a man in uniform." Keith smiled, still red in the cheeks a he began to pre. The smell of it wasn't lost on the great dane. Diesel had to stop himself from bucking, as the bright red black splotched tip of his member poked free, gasping for air and churning out a good dose of the lubricating pre himself.

If he hadn't already jerked one off this afternoon things would be rather different right now.

“So, when I get my uniform…" Diesel brought up, facing towards the screen. His eyes kept looking over at the human to read his reaction.

“I'll ravage you like that dog is. I mean that, no… that one." Keith tried to point out the boxer, the Dalmatian butt kept getting in the way of the camera giving them a clear view of the bright pink tailhole of the spotted canine.

“I'm not much of a bottom." Diesel chuckled gruffly. Keith couldn't picture the great dane on all fours with a ball gag in his mouth. “I'm just too… forceful."

Keith blushed at that. “Should I be worried?"

“Nah, baby. I'd treat you right." Diesel tried his player voice and the two laughed after that.

“Just be yourself, dude. You aren't fooling anyone."

Diesel just smiled at that. “I guess not." And the great dane pushed Keith once more with his bare foot. He left it there as he teased himself, using those slightly coarse paw pads to brush over his exposed tip. The great dane shuddered once more, flexing his legs as that pleasure ran through his body.

Keith was rock hard by now, his briefs unable to contain his length as he watched. Diesel eyes were closed and he was playing with himself with one hand, fingers running down the exposed length to tease and pull at that hefty sheath. His other hand had moved down to play with that hanging sack. Even the great dane couldn't keep the whole thing in one hand due to the size of it as he rolled the tennis size balls around within.

Keith decided it was better to watch him than the porno playing. The real-life thing was always better.

The two continued to jerk off, half-watching the porno that was playing as they focused on their own task at hand. It wasn't long before Keith came. Each pumping release made him tense, groaning out low as he shot over his chest.

The smell of it was enough for Diesel to do round two for the day and the great dane mimicked his best friend, coating himself in his own sticky spooge. It wasn't as much as it normally was, having spent himself only an hour or so ago. The great dane wasn't even half-erect by the time he got off; still he was bigger than Keith and the human couldn't help but marvel at his friend.

Keith didn't say anything about it as he finally excused himself to clean up. Diesel watched him go, wishing him a goodnight as the great dane remained on the couch.

“Damnit," Diesel grumbled under his breath. He had been so close to asking Keith to help him finish off. He wanted to taste the human musk in his mouth, roll it around as he savored it like a fine wine. Better yet, get Keith to taste him. “Next time. Always, next time." Diesel just told himself bitterly whenever he chickened out.

He got up and headed towards his room, not even bothering to clean himself up.