Your boyfriend is pretty damn cool. Beneath the patched up battle jacket and the Tripp NYC pants and the very large penis, Deedee’s just a good guy. That’s pretty damn cool. Case in point, the punk shows he takes you to. You love them, but it’s so easy to get overwhelmed even with earplugs and sunglasses. How could you not, overheating in a basement with red lights blaring into the audience.
You tug on Deedee’s jacket and he smiles at you. You love the way he has to look down to smile at you, how small you feel in his grasp. He puts one paw around your waist and brings you in close to whisper in your ear. “What’s going on, babe?” His Boston accent sounds like something out of a TV show.
“Can we get out of here for a second?” you whisper.
“Let’s go, beautiful.” He kisses your forehead and grabs your paw, and the crowd parts like the Red Sea to let the two of you through. Not really, but his big body is just the barricade you need to get through the crowd without much of an interruption. You finally squeeze through the stragglers who all showed up late-late and climb up the staircase. It’s stale air and musty but a hell of a lot better than what was going on in there. Your jacket sticks to the wall so Deedee grabs you and lets you rest on his chest instead.
“Was it too much?” he finally asks when you catch your breath. You take your earplugs out. “All the red?”
“It was very red in there,” you say. “No, it just all kind of caught up to me at once… hoo doggy. Thank you for coming out with me.”
“Of course. Here.” He pulls a flask out of his deep pocket. “Water.”
“A gentleman.” You lap up the water and nuzzle deeper into his body, facing away from him so he can wrap his paws around you. He kisses the back of your head again.
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah. Feeling good. I’m good to go back in.”
“Good,” he says, paws on your waist. He pulls you into him and you suddenly feel his bulge against your butt. Well, more than before. “I’m feelin’ pretty good too.”
“Feeling good, huh?”
He wiggles his crotch against you. There is a growing erection in his pants. “Whaaat? Can’t enjoy my cute boyfriend?”
“At a show?”
“Chill yourself,” he says, “If that door opens, we’ll know.”
That is true. The sort of ambient noise of punk being played a room over will definitely sound different with an open door. “Mmmmm… okay, enjoy it quickly.”
He sticks his tongue out – you know it just by the sound. His paw touches your butt and his erection is definitely stiffened up by now. “I’m just gonna… I’m just gonna…”
“What are you gonna do, big dog?”
He wraps his paws around your waist and finds your belt. It takes a little finagling in the dark but he loosens it and lowers your pants. This has happened before – don’t go to the grocery store at night with Deedee unless you want him pushing himself into you in the bathroom – but it still surprises you a little. So fucking easy to get caught. It makes your heart race but you definitely don’t want to back out now. He unzips his pants and pulls his erection out of it, then presses it against your butt. “Can I do this?” he whispers.
Be careful,” you say.
He finds his wallet and pulls a little packet of lube out of it, then slathers his dick with it. He uses his paw to drag some onto your soft butthole. You love the feeling of his finger in there. It makes you tremble a little. Deedee grabs the tip of his big dick and presses himself against your hole.
With his other paw on your waist, he brings your crotch closer to him and enters you. Just an inch inside of your body, but he’s so thick that it feels like he’s stretching you out. He gives you a few moments to adjust, then pushes even further inside of you. You moan with each inch. He huffs into your ear. “Gooood,” he whispers. “Good good good good good. Take that cock. Take that cock.”
“I love you,” you whimper into your paw.
“Yeah, baby. Can you take the rest?”
You nod.
“Good good good.” And he wasn’t being facetious – Deedee pushes the rest of himself into you. His crotch is pressed against your butt. You stare down into the dark hallway in front of you, scribbled on all sides with graffiti of all colors, and see stars in the sides of your vision. His huge cock is all the way inside of you, pressing everything good. You yelp in pleasure. “You love that big cock, yes you fucking do.”
“Fuck me,” you whisper. “Fuuuck me, big dog.”
With his back against the wall, it’s easier for him to move you than move himself. You love the way he fucks you, the way he has full control over your body right now. It takes everything in you to not melt and have him slip right out of you. His paws are lodged under your leather jacket and he tries to shove his cock as far into you, eking every little millimeter out.
And then the door opens and the music blares. “Shit,” you whisper. “Shit shit shit.”
“Let’s…” Deedee whispers. He adjusts your jeans up so that it doesn’t look like your pants are down and hugs your body close to him, then plants a kiss on your forehead. You have no idea what you look like, but maybe the room is dark enough and you’re pressed into the corner enough that it’ll look okay.
The steps up the stairs get louder. A girl and her boyfriend walk past you, laughing about something. Deedee’s cock is pressed all the way into you and you have to use every ounce of restraint you have in you to not moan. You take in a deep breath and close your eyes.
They don’t even look at you. They walk up the stairs and exit into the winter air above.
You and Deedee give it a moment, and then you let your breath go. Deedee pulls out a few inches just to push himself right back in. “That’s fuckin’ right,” he whispers.
You go at it for a few songs, letting him enjoy every inch of you that he can. You can feel his cock pulsing inside of you, heading towards orgasm. When he can’t hold it in anymore, he grips your paw and cums inside of you, all of his seed as deep inside of you as he can get. You take it with a grin on your face. He pulls out and puts his cock away like it was nothing, then pulls your pants back up. Cum leaks out of you into your underwear and it feels so good.
He turns you around and kisses your forehead. “Ready to go back in?”
You snicker and press your paw on his chest. “Let’s do it, big dog.”