Friendship is love I:
A midsummer night sleepover

It was during a midsummer day. Spencer, a fourteen-year-old Labrador, was lying on his bed, over heated, a fan trying miserably to make the air in his room a bit fresher. His position was quite strange: he was in underwear, a black boxer, on his bed, his left hand near his ear, the other arm against the body; his legs were in a flamingo position, the left one half bent, and paw against the other leg that was lying straight. His face showed some sort of agony: his medium messy blond hair were sweat-wet (like at least 98% of his golden fur) hid half of his ears, falling behind, his green eyes were closed tightly, shirring his forehead and his muzzle, his mouth mixing pain and disgust, finishing the grimace. The heat was unbearable, “at least 120° F” he thought, dying of heat. It was noon, so he couldn’t do anything outside because of the sun. He had been staying in this position for an hour, thinking of something to do, but nothing came. Then, he heard someone climbing the stairs. Quickly, he dressed and decided that it was time to do something else than staying alone there. 

Spencer was in a small family, with only a big sister that was 22; she was studying at the GBUC, the general Blarmington Universal College, and had just finished her fifth year. She had an apartment near the school, where she was living with her two roommates, a dolphin named Peter and a snow wolf with very shiny fur called Seth; and because it was midsummer, she was hanging out with them in the city, or maybe swimming at Peter, who had an aqua house. 

You see, Blarmington is divided in three big parts: first, there is the city center, were all the high scholar (after high school), shopping, and administrative places are; then there are the neighborhoods all around, like small communities with the schools from kindergarten to High School; and finally there is a part of this “circle” of neighborhoods that is a bit special: they are for people who prefer special places, like aqua houses, underground house… etc. Peter’s family was living in the aqua neighborhood, and his house was the biggest, so it was a very cool place to hang out when it was very hot outside, and Spencer could tell it: one day, he had to stay with his sister for an hour at Peter’s because it was hot outside and she had to watch him. 

He was thinking of that, lost in his thought, when his mother opened the door, the phone in her hand, saying: “Spencer, my love, it’s your friend Carter…” He complained: “Mooooom! How many freakin times have I told you to stop calling me like that?!” Then, he took the phone: 

“Hey Cart’!” 

“Yo Dogey! Whatcha doin tonight?” he answered, eager.

“Nothing much, stayin home I guess, why?” he said, almost sure of the answer.

“Well, my pool’s finally done and I thought that you could stay here tonight…” he almost sung, saying what Spencer had guessed.

“I’m sure there’s no problem, dude… Mom! Can I stay at Carter’s tonight?” he asked, taking the phone away from his face.

“Sure, hon! As long as you want!” shouted his mother.

“See? No problem… I’ll take a quick meal and I meet you there…” planned Spencer, excited to have something, and something FRESH to do.

“K… See ya then!” finished Carter, before hanging up.

Spencer put the phone on his desk, and he ran downstairs. There, he told his mom he would be living soon and took something to eat in the fridge, a small pizza. Quickly, he prepared the oven, letting it heat, and cooked the pizza. He was impatient because he hadn’t seen Carter in ages so it would be cool to see him again… and to swim in a big fresh pool too! After what seemed to be an eternity, he took the pizza out of the oven and ate it very fast, burning himself twice, but he didn’t care, because he was too concentrated on finishing fast his meal. Finally, when he was done, he climbed up the stairs, running to his room, where he made a little bag with things to take, like a towel, some clothes and other clothes, just in case… all these things you need to go at a friend’s. When the bag was full, Spencer put on his shoes, opened the door, shouted “Bye Mom! See ya tomorrow…”, and left the house. 

Something cool in Blarmington was the in each neighborhood were two free buses that shuttled between the different houses. Spencer, who was living by a bus stop, was able to go to his friends’ easily, including Carter. He just took the shuttle, told the address and waited until he was there. Because of the time, 12:45, no one was here so the bus took him directly to Carter’s. 
Once he was there, he knocked at the door, and it was his friend who opened the door. Carter was a Doberman, a bit taller than Spencer, more muscled, due to his daily workout, and very nice. Here, his hair was as short as his fur and his ears where pointing up, a bit on the side though, like any furry or feral Doberman. His eyes were showing some kindness, making with his large smile the perfect host face. He looked at the lab, and invited him inside. 

There, Spencer went to the toilets to change and then they ran outside and jumped in the pool. All the afternoon, they played in the pool, splashing each other, with Carter’s dad, a Big Buffy Muscled Doberman, watching at them. And, around six, when they got tired of playing in the pool, they got out and dried themselves with a towel first, but quickly they lied on the grass and just stayed there chatting about what they did during the first month of holidays. They were still discussing when Carter’s mom went to tell them to get dress inside and to prepare the room, an hour later. Quickly, they changed to their normal clothes in the toilets, one by one, and they climbed up the stairs to get to the Doberman’s room. 

It was a bit messy, some clothes and workout material were all around the floor, but he took everything, and threw it under his double bed, so they could actually walk without kicking something. It actually wasn’t that hard to prepare, because they would be sleeping in the same bed (they were best friends, after all…), and they would be using the same thin blanket, because even if someone took it for himself like half of the people do when they sleep with someone, it wouldn’t be important because it was a hot summer. So they just played video games until they were called for dinner. 

There, they ate an excellent steak with zucchinis from their garden. They ate on a covered terrace, with a light lit because it was night. They had a great moment, because it is always cool to eat outside at night, the fresh hair running between the plates. While the parents did the dished chores (because Carter had a friend home…), they said good night and went upstairs. 
There, they installed themselves on the bed and started to discuss. Carter was a bit tired because of the day they had, and fell quickly asleep. Spencer couldn’t sleep at all. The problem was that he was here, in the same bed as his best friend who he always had found hot, so he couldn’t sleep at all AND he had an enormous boner. He waited. He waited for something to happen, he waited to fall asleep, but it is not exactly what happened…

As he was waiting, his cock that was the hardest possible physically was growing mentally: he was more and more urged by the envy, which was becoming an obligation, to have sex with someone. Then, he thought of his friend. At first, he refused the idea, but slowly, his mental erection was getting more and more important, so much that he finally decided to do it. 
To be sure that he was sleeping, he first called it, quietly, just so they would be the only on to hear, and because he didn’t answer, he shook the Doberman’s arm, which didn’t wake him up either. Now that he was sure his friend was sleeping, he could start…

Carter was just wearing some pajama pants, elastic around the waist with two buttons that replaces the zipper and the third button that held the pants. Slowly, he opened the first button, the highest, opening a way to the second button that he opened too. He was so stressed that he didn’t open the third one, he just made the pajama slip. To make it slip, he first put his hand under the dog’s butt, which he appreciated, and grabbed it front and back, to make it slip. Fortunately, Carter didn’t wake up when he did that, which means that he was a heavy sleeper, and tired too! The second good news was that his friend wasn’t wearing any tee-shirt, which was really helpful. As soon as the dog’s pants were off, Spencer approached his sheath, in admiration. 
He started to suck the balls, one by one, than the two at the same time, making Carter’s sheath slid down just a little, raveling a red point, the cock… He licked the points, but just before the lab could take the sheath in order to slide it lower, the other started to move, making the golden dog move back ward as the dark dog turned around. 

For a few seconds, Spencer stayed there, without moving, fixing at the other’s ass, and, suddenly, like a flash of light, he started moving again. He approached his head near his friend’s ass, still having his mental boner, and, licking a finger, he started to massage the tailhole, just rubbing the entrance, without any penetration. As he rubbed, the whole butts started to shiver a bit, sign that he liked this. And, slowly, the lab started to push a bit harder as he rubbed, pushing on the tighten hole that loosed, making he enter, just a little bit, but instead of taking out his finger, he pushed little harder, and harder, until half of his finger was in. There, the Doberman moaned quietly, but, to be sure, Spencer took out his finger, the fastest possible, but slowly enough so he couldn’t hurt his friend who turned then. 

Spencer, for a second, was confused: massaging and entering Carter had made him (the Doberman) having a boner too! Shaking of fear, he slowly took the big cock in front of him, and started to strike it, but quickly, he approached his muzzle and started to lick the cock, all around, and then he started to suck it. The feeling of another’s cock inside the mouth was something wonderful: the feeling of it inside, sucking it, licking it, finally tasting the pre coming out slowly. And, as the pre came out, the sheath finally revealed the knot of the cock. Slowly, he opened his muzzle to let the horny cock out and started to play with the knot. First, he liked it all around, making the whole cock shake a bit, and after a bit of this, he started to massage it with his hands, licking the end to get the pre that was coming out. It was heaven, and, when he was done, he got a bit disappointed, because he wanted this too!

As he was thinking of that, Carter turned on the side, fronting Spencer, who suddenly had an idea. Slowly, he moved on the bed, until he was on his knees, in front of his friend’s sleeping face. There, he slowly opened the Doberman’s muzzle and entered slowly, shaking harder than ever, and as soon as he closed the muzzle on his cock which was feeling the whole mouth around and the tongue, started to produce pre too. Then, he laid again, his cock in the Doberman’s muzzle, moving front and backward, fucking his friend’s face that started to suck and lick the end of the cock, and sucking Carter too, in a 69 position. It was weird, but also heaven. For the first time of his life he was finally having sex, and it was with the cutest guy he knew! When he felt he was close, he put out his cock, letting it cool down a bit, and moved back to the first position he was. There, he took his friend’s hand and stroke himself with it, before letting it alone around the lab’s cock to see what would happen. It stroke Spencer two or three times, which was wonderful but then it stopped, still holding the cock. Quietly and with the best confidence he had, he took the hand of, making it slide all the way up the cock, and then he turned around.

He slowly humidified his (Spencer’s) own tailhole with Carter’s fingers: one, then two, before putting then out and approaching his ass to the other’s cock. Still humidified from the suck, the cock slowly entered the loosen ass as Spencer’s moved it backward. It was painful for a few seconds, before getting really hot and good. Even if he had fingered himself few times, even using bigger objects than fingers, loosing virginity was something even greater: you could feel the cock contracting inside your anus, pre making a great lube inside, and the feeling of this liquid inside was… wonderful. And, when he felt that the Doberman’s cock was going to explode, he let it out of his ass, looking at the dog, so peaceful, a smile of his innocent face: ha was making sweet dreams. 

Spencer, a bit more relaxed now, looked at his friend, who turned to face the ceiling, and had a last idea: he knelt over the other’s legs, just under the balls, so their two cocks would be next to each other. Of course, Carter’s was bigger, thicker, and tempting, but he took the two cocks with one hand, bent over the dog so their face would be fronting, and started to strike them. The feeling was kinda strange, as if he was stroke by a hand on each side, but he was getting closer, and, as he finally shot the load, synchronized with the Doberman’s whose cock spat the cream at the same time, he suddenly kissed his sleeping friend. He shyly stuck his tongue out in the other’s muzzle, licking the tongue to make it lift. When they were done, Spencer literally lied on his friend, their semen mixed and now spread all over their belly fur, and Carter’s tongue moved. It was like a curious beast: it approached, touched, tasted, touched again to be sure, and then just kissed him in the very French way. At this moment where the lab, a bit confused, thought it was heaven, the Doberman suddenly opened his eyes, seeing the friend he invited over lying on him, some sticky semen all over their belly fur, his cock, under sheath now, but with semen on the top, his own cum on the top; and apparently kissing this friend that was eyes closed, too concentrated on the kiss…

THE END?