Jack had felt a sense of dread after Elisha shook him awake, immediately remembering what he'd gotten up to last night. He forced a smile for his excited puppy, carding his fingers through Elisha's hair. The older German Shepherd mumbled his good mornings before glancing over at the clock and sighing. Better get up and get the young pup ready for his mom, Jack thought to himself. She would be here to pick him up within a couple of hours. Eli spoke up before Jack had a chance to though, tail wagging behind him. "Daddy, can we play Candyland?" He asked. Jack shook his head before responding, continuing to pet through Elisha's hair while the pup leaned up into the affection. 

"Sorry little pup, but I better start on breakfast. Would you go change your clothes and get your stuff together for me?" Jack asked his son, the puppy starting to pout a smidge. He had been looking forward to spending more time with his father but he reluctantly got up and headed to his room instead. Elisha kicked off his pants and undies, pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. The little German Shepherd pulled on a pair of clean black undies, putting on some shorts next and a blue t-shirt last. Then the eight-year-old stuffed a couple of his toys and some crayons into his little blue backpack along with a coloring book or two, fumbling with the zipper for a moment before he finally got it zipped shut. Once Elisha had dressed and gotten his things packed up again, he made his way into the kitchen. 

Eli sat down at the kitchen table as he watched his dad finish making breakfast, kicking his legs back and forth in the air as he waited. It only took Jack a few more minutes until he was done cooking, placing a plate in front of his son along with a glass of orange juice. Jack grabbed himself a plate and a cup of water, then sat down across the table. The puppy seemed to perk up as he eyed his breakfast, eagerly picking up his fork and digging into the cheesy omelet. Daddy always cooked better than Mommy in his opinion. Jack tried not to stare at his son too much as he began eating his own meal, offering occasional smiles whenever they happened to meet eyes. Despite Jack's warm smiles, Eli couldn't help but feel like something was weird between them, an awkwardness. Elisha was likely just picking up on how his father felt about his activities last night, but the puppy had no recollection since he'd been asleep.

After they had both finished their breakfast, Jack collected the dishes in order to keep himself busy, hoping to avoid further eye contact with his little pup while he spoke. "Brush your teeth. You can watch cartoons while I finish cleaning up." The older Shepherd was a touch quiet when he spoke, distracted, apparently thinking hard over something. Elisha's ears drooped more in reaction, finding himself confused over the way his father had been behaving today. He was just fine yesterday, Eli thought to himself. The little pup didn't understand what could have changed between the two of them. Tail drooping, he left the kitchen table to go brush his teeth as his father told him. When his chompers were nice and clean, he sat himself down on the couch and clicked the tv on, once again waiting for his father.

Walking into the living room after finishing the dishes, Jack couldn't help but feel guilty. His puppy looked so dejected, ears flat against his head, fidgety as he did his best to distract himself with morning cartoons. With a quiet sigh, Jack walked over and picked up his puppy, giving him a spin and a big hug. A hand rubbed Elisha's back, doing his best to comfort his little one. Jack's son let out a bit of a whine as the older canine picked him up, nervous for a brief second. That sensation quickly evaporated at the comforting affection he received from his father though, clinging to him, nuzzling against his daddy's chest. "It's alright, Eli. We're gonna have plenty of time to hang out next weekend, I promise. The week's gonna fly by before you know it, just watch." Jack offered the puppy in an attempt to reassure him.

"Okay..." Elisha whined quietly, unable to hide his emotions much. Eli tried to perk up but his tail stayed slack, ears only pulling up a smidge. The older canine gave his puppy a kiss on the forehead and set him down again, ruffling his hair affectionately. He took the younger canine's paw and led him into the bathroom, picking him up and setting him on the sink counter before grabbing a hair brush. Jack did his best to be gentle as he combed the longer fur on Eli's head, humming softly with a smile to help soothe him. It wasn't long until Jack had a smile on Elisha's face, all the tangles brushed from his fur. 

Jack carried his puppy back into the living room, setting him down near the door. He was helping him tie his shoelaces when he heard a honk from outside, Elisha clinging to his father at the noise. Shaking his head, Jack gave his son a gentle pat on the back, making sure to grab Eli's backpack as he walked him out to his mother's car. The two said their goodbyes along with a tight hug, Eli consistently reluctant to leave his father. Eli loved his mom, but he was definitely more of a daddy's boy. Elisha's mother, Claire, exchanged hellos and goodbyes with Jack before making sure her puppy had buckled up, then she started off on the drive home.

Claire was a German Shepherd-Chocolate Labrador mix, just barely taller than average. She stood at five feet, six and a half inches tall, always adamant about including that half inch. Her fur was a deep brown, though she had some streaks and flecks of black mixed into that chocolate color here and there. Eli's mother was thirty-one, but still very much able to keep up with her eight-year-old son. Despite feeling like she was getting old, thirty-one was still pretty young. She was on the chubby side, but she'd always been considerably comfortable with her body the way it was. The female canine was kind but was a bit standoffish at times, more of an introvert. Claire was a quiet person, but Eli was aware his mother would be there for him if he needed her.

"So, sweetheart. Did you have fun with Daddy? What'd the two of you boys get up to?" Claire asked her son, offering him a brief smile in her rearview mirror before fixing her eyes right back on the road. Elisha smiled back at the questions, kicking his legs as he looked out the window, watching all the cars and buildings pass while Claire drove.

"Yeah! It was lots of fun. We got to play games and watch cartoons, and he even let me sleep on the couch with him." Elisha told his mother, tail thumping against the seat some as he remembered fondly. Claire smiled to herself and chuckled a bit as she listened, glad her son had a nice time with his father. 

"That's nice. I was wondering, is there anything special you'd like for dinner tonight?" The female canine asked, trying to find a good way to ease into a subject she thought might be difficult to discuss. She didn't want to ruin her son's good mood, since he'd seemed so upset when he initially got into the car. Claire hated to see Elisha upset, but sharing a home with Jack was more than a bit much for her to handle. They could stay friends, sure, but living together was significantly more difficult.

"Can we have spaghetti and meatballs?" The young canine asked excitedly, tail thumping against the seat a bit quicker. Claire chuckled again and nodded.

"Spaghetti and meatballs it is, then." She said, offering Elisha another quick smile. Claire was hesitant to speak up again, a couple of seconds passing before she did.  "There's someone I want you to meet at dinner." The older canine admitted to her son. 

"Like a friend?" Elisha asked his mother in response, tilting his head as he spoke.

"Well... sort of like a friend. We're closer than friends." Claire told him, glancing at him in the rearview mirror to see his reaction.
Elisha took a moment to process what his mother had told him, eyebrows a bit furrowed as he thought about it before looking a little panicked. His eyes were big as he examined his mom from the back seat, nervous as he spoke up fast. "He's not gonna be my new daddy, right? I don't want a new daddy, I love my daddy."

Claire found herself giving a little snort at what Elisha said, shaking her head once more. "Oh, Eli. He's not going to replace your father, I promise. You can still see your dad every weekend. He's just going to be around the house more often." The female canine said to her son to try and reassure him. 

Elisha pouted at this information, unsure how he felt about his mom having some guy around the house. His shoulders hunched as he sunk in on himself, eyes fixing on the window next to him so he wouldn't have to look at his mom. Claire sighed, keeping her eyes on the road after one last glance at her son. She could tell he was distraught, but she didn't know how to comfort the younger canine. Her son usually got shy in the presence of new people, so she hoped he was just nervous, thinking maybe the pup would warm up to her boyfriend after spending some time together. The rest of the car ride was silent, only a few minutes until Claire was pulling into the driveway. 

The eight-year-old puppy sniffled as his mother put the car in park, waiting for her to shut it off before he unbuckled his seatbelt and rubbed at his eyes. His mother opened the door for him, somewhat frustrated with how upset Elisha appeared over this. She ran her fingers through Eli's hair then moved to let him out of the car, sighing as the younger canine sulked all the way to the door. Claire hoped her son would've taken the news better, disappointed with him though she wouldn't voice those feelings. 

"Maybe you need to lay down for a while, collect yourself, and regain your manners before our company shows up.". Claire suggested as she let Elisha inside, closing the door a bit harsher than normal after they had both walked inside. The younger German Shepherd huffed at the suggestion then stormed off to his bedroom, stomping a little along the way. His mother crossed her arms and shook her head in disapproval as she watched him storm off, a soft frustrated huff escaping the female. She hoped her son would relax after he had some time to get used to the idea of having her boyfriend around the house, tidying up for her company.

Elisha sniffled when he was in his room, grabbing one of his favorite stuffed animals his father had given him. He curled up in bed under the covers, holding the soft blue and white bunny plush against his chest, hiding his face in its synthetic fur. The young pup struggled to hold back tears, unable to keep them in much longer. Once he started to cry, it was difficult to stop, his tears wetting the fabric of his plush bunny, arms tightening around his toy. It still smelled a little bit like his daddy's house, nuzzling into the soft fake fur in an attempt to gain some sort of comfort. Thinking of his mom having a new serious boyfriend was difficult for him, a part of the small canine still wished he could have his dad in the house instead of some new stranger. Sleep took a few hours to find Elisha but it did eventually find him, the puppy dozing off with his plushie tight in his arms, the fur on his face matted down from tears. 

Claire went upstairs to wake her son up when dinner was ready and her boyfriend was over, table set and ready for everyone. She took a seat on the edge of Elisha's bed, gently giving his shoulder a little shake to jostle him from his sleep. Eli let out a soft whine, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his mother brushing some hair off his forehead once he'd sat up. He gave a yawn before Claire began speaking, still waking up. The puppy's ears went back, going flat against his head, his tail curled around his thigh. Eli's eyes scanned his paws, fidgety as his mother spoke. He grabbed his bunny again, hugging it tight.

"Dinner is ready, Eli. Are you ready to come meet my guest?" Claire asked him, running her fingers through his hair, attempting to be comforting. Elisha gave a nod in response but kept quiet, still waking up, also not exactly happy about his mom having a guest. His mother rubbed his back as he moved to get up, standing with him and offering her hand. 

"I'll even let you bring your little friend there with you to dinner." Claire offered, Her son visibly relaxing at her words. He gave his bunny a hug and nuzzled it before holding it in one arm, his free hand moving to hold onto his mother's. She led him out of his bedroom and down the stairs where a lankey Golden Retriever was waiting. Elisha's shoulders hunched a bit in the presence of a stranger, trying to hide behind his mother who then urged him to cut it out. However, the Retriever spoke up before Claire had a chance to scold her son for being rude.

"Hi there, my name's Buddy. Your mom's told me a lot about you. Don't worry, all good- I promise." The Golden retriever offered with a light smile and a soft chuckle, though he came across a little awkward. He just wasn't quite accustomed to being around children, unsure of himself. Elisha eyed up the five-foot-ten, blue-eyed canine nervously, mumbling a soft 'hi' before Buddy spoke up again.

"Does your friend there have a name?" Buddy asked softly, attempting to break the ice and ease the tension by asking about something Elisha liked. It did make him brighten up the slightest, a small smile beginning to tug at his lips as he responded.

"I call him floppy, because he has floppy ears." The puppy gave in explanation, holding his bunny up shyly so Buddy could see it and also so he could hide his face for a moment. The older male reached out to give the stuffed animal a couple gentle pats on the head, doing his best to be friendly with the pup. The action did put Elisha more at ease, giving a bigger smile in response, hugging his bunny and nuzzling it a little.

"What a nice bunny, lovely name too. I bet you take good care of your little friend. Are you two ready for dinner? Your mom told me she made your favorite tonight. It's actually my favorite too, believe it or not." Claire's boyfriend gave Elisha a pat on the shoulder before motioning towards the dining room, waiting for Claire to go in with her son before following close behind them.
The trio settled around the dinner table, but Elisha remained visibly uneasy and reluctant to engage with Buddy. Despite Buddy's attempts at conversation, the young pup responded with short, indifferent answers, making it clear that he was not yet comfortable with the new presence in his life. The atmosphere remained tense, with Elisha showing subtle signs of resistance throughout the meal. They managed to make idle conversation, Eli giving responses when asked questions to at least please his mother. The younger canine's eyes lingered on his mother's boyfriend now and then, unsure and anxious. As they finished eating, Claire suggested they move to the living room to watch a movie together, attempting to ease the tension farther.

As they settled onto the couch in the living room, Elisha claimed one end, tightly hugging his plush toy, Floppy, while Buddy occupied the opposite side. Observing the palpable tension, Claire decided to diffuse the atmosphere by selecting something she knew her son would enjoy. Despite her efforts, Elisha remained resistant, clearly displeased with the presence of Buddy in the room. While the movie played, Elisha's initial reluctance began to soften. Buddy's persistence and friendly remarks slowly chipped away at the pup's defensive demeanor. Although Elisha remained cautious, he found himself gradually becoming more engaged in the unfolding narrative. By the movie's conclusion, a subtle shift was discernible – a crack in the defensive wall Elisha had risen.

After the credits rolled and the movie concluded, the room felt charged with a mix of emotions. Elisha, feeling the weight of a long day, yawned and stretched, his initial resistance now softened into a weary acceptance. Buddy, perceptive to the subtle dynamics, decided to give Elisha some space, opting not to push further at this moment. Claire, recognizing Elisha's tired demeanor, suggested that it was time for bed. Weary from the day, Elisha nodded, signaling his agreement before making his way up the stairs to get ready for bed. 	           												           

As he ascended the stairs, Elisha held onto Floppy with a firm grip. The dim hallway lights cast a warm glow, creating a comforting ambiance as he reached his bedroom. The young pup tossed off his clothing, pulled on a pair of fuzzy blue pajamas, then went into the bathroom to give his teeth a good brush. When he was done, he retreated back to his room and crawled under the covers, clutching Floppy to his chest. Claire gave a soft knock on his door before entering, offering a smile as she sat at the edge of his bed and brushed a few strands of hair from Elisha's forehead. 

"Sleep tight, sweetheart. We had a good time today, didn't we?" she said, her voice soft, attempting to reassure. Elisha, despite his reservations, managed a small nod, the weariness evident in his eyes.

Eli's mother gave him a kiss to the forehead before she dimmed the room lights, creating a cozy atmosphere. As she tucked him in, she whispered a few comforting words, assuring him they'd navigate things together. The door closed gently as she exited the room, leaving Elisha in the embrace of the night. His room, adorned with familiar toys and comforting colors, offered a sanctuary for his dreams. As the house settled into silence, Elisha drifted into a quiet slumber, his dreams influenced by the subtle crack in his defensive wall – a crack that hinted at the potential for a bond to develop.

It was only around nine o'clock when Claire had tucked Elisha in for bed, so her and Buddy stayed up another hour or two. They chatted for a while, curled up together on the couch watching tv. Once Claire was starting to nod off, Bud urged her up to her bedroom, climbing into bed with her. It didn't take Elisha's mother too long to fall asleep, but Buddy found himself lying there, tossing and turning. He always got a little flustered sharing a bed with the attractive female canine, but she was clearly tired from the day and he'd feel guilty getting down to business with Elisha home.

Despite Buddy's attempts to ignore his arousal and welcome sleep, his cock remained fully unsheathed, unable to drift off into slumber because of it. He decided to slip out of bed and sneak off to the bathroom so he wouldn't wake Claire, hoping to finish himself off real quick and get back to bed. Bud shut the door when he slipped into the bathroom though he kept the light off in an attempt to remain secretive. There was a night-light plugged into the wall near the sink so turning a light on would have been unnecessary anyway in his opinion. The Golden Retriever undid his jeans and let out a relieved sigh as he freed his dick from his boxers, canine cock giving a couple excited throbs as he wrapped a paw around it. His appendage was fairly big, nearing eight and a half inches, already dripping precum. Buddy stroked himself at a quick pace, soft, heavy breaths leaving him as he shut his eyes. Naturally, he let his mind wander to Claire, pictureing her warm, wet mouth on his dick as he touched it.

Down the hall, Elisha was beginning to stir from his sleep. The little pup yawned and rubbed at his eyes before a soft whine slipped past his lips. He tossed and turned for a couple minutes, trying to fall back asleep but he had to use the bathroom too badly, unable to will himself back into a slumber. Elisha got out of bed and rushed down the hall, not hesitating to open the bathroom door since the light was off inside. He hadn't thought anyone would be in there, going still at the sight. His eyes were already adjusted to the dim light so it wasn't hard for him to get a good look at Buddy and what he was doing, Eli's eyes wide.

The Golden Retriever had one hand on his knot, squeezing it as his cock throbbed. It let out spurt after spurt of his canine cum, most of it shooting all over the toilet rather than into the bowl since he had his eyes squeezed shut while he finished. Elisha let out a soft whimper as he watched, legs pressing together, tail trembling a little. Unfortunately for the poor puppy, there wasn't enough time to speak up or make it over to the toilet, unable to hold it as he lost his bladder. The pup gave a shaky exhale, hands quickly covering his face as shame and embarrassment settled heavy in the pit of his stomach, a warm wet spot began forming on the front of his pajama pants and trailing down his thighs.

Buddy's eyes snapped open when his ears picked up Eli's quiet noise, eyes wide with a combination of panic and fear as they scanned over the younger canine. He mumbled a quiet "Fuck." under his breath as he scrambled to shove himself back into his jeans, wincing as he redid the button and zipper. His breathing came out heavy and uneven, giving his hands a fast rinse before he let a hand rest on the pup's shoulder. 

"Hey, little guy. I'm really sorry if I gave you a scare, are you okay?" Bud asked him, keeping his voice soft. Elisha nodded but sniffled some too, rubbing stray tears from of his eyes, tail trembling between his legs. He stumbled over his own words, worried Buddy would be upset with him.

"I- I-I'm really s-sorry, I- I couldn't h-hold it, I didn't m-mean to. Don't tell Mommy, p-please." The little canine choked out, keeping his face hidden with his hands. Buddy rubbed his back gently and pulled him in for a little hug, doing his best to reassure Elisha.

"It's okay, I promise. Accidents happen, everyone has accidents. It was my fault, I was hogging the bathroom. There's nothing for you to be sorry about, alright little guy? You don't have to be embarrassed, I'll help you get a shower going and nobody will know it happened, I promise." Buddy offered a light smile and a soft pat on the back as he attempted to put him at ease, Elisha giving a little nod as he gradually began to calm down. The Golden retriever pulled the bathroom door shut again then flicked on the lights and turned on the shower, fiddling with the knobs for a moment to make the water a decent temperature. 

"You can go ahead and get in the shower, I'll clean up and bring you some new jammies, sound good?" Bud said, Elisha only giving him a slight glance as he spoke, having a hard time looking at him. The puppy nodded, turning his back towards his mother's boyfriend as he got himself undressed. He felt semi-relieved once he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed, less ashamed now that he was getting clean and had a moment of privacy to collect himself. 

While Elisha started his shower, Buddy got to work cleaning. First he wiped up Eli's little puddle on the tile floor, then wiped over it with some cleaner he'd found in a cabinet under the sink just to be sure Claire wouldn't pick up on the scent. Next he wiped up the mess he'd made spurting his cum all over the toilet, chewing on his lip as he did so, shame weighing heavy on him. He felt an intense amount of guilt over Elisha witnessing him in the act, shoulders hunched. Once he was done with that, he grabbed Elisha's discarded clothes and took them to the laundry room, tossing them into the washer with some soap before starting the machine. When buddy was finished with all that, he gave his hands another wash and made his way back upstairs to the puppy's bedroom.

It took the older canine a couple minutes to locate Elisha's pajamas, looking through a couple of his dresser drawers before he found the right one. He picked out a pair of pjs that had little bunnies all over them, thinking Eli would like the choice since his favorite little plushie was a rabbit. He returned to the bathroom shortly after, giving a quiet "It's just me." after stepping inside and shutting the door. He set the clothing down on the sink counter for Eli then grabbed a towel out of the bathroom closet. By this time, Elisha was finishing up, turning the water off.

While Eli had time to soap himself up and rinse off, he also contemplated what had just happened. More specifically, what he had just seen. Buddy was touching his penis, and it was hard! What did Daddy call it again... Elisha wondered to himself, starting to feel flustered as he thought about the sight. An erection, he remembered, That's what his father had called it. He chewed on his lip nervously, an embarrassed little whine slipping from him. He was already fully unsheathed just remembering what that big hard cock had looked like, curious what the white stuff spurting out had been. He wondered if maybe it was milk, since it was similar in color. He didn't move to step out of the shower or pull the curtain back right away once he shut the water off, embarrassed of his arousal. 

"Do you want help drying off, Eli?" Bud asked, still keeping his tone gentle for the German Shepherd puppy. Usually his mother would help him dry off after a bath, but he didn't want Buddy to see his hard little puppy cock. After all, his dad had told him it was a very private thing. 

"N-no, I- I can do it." The puppy declined, ears flat against his head. Buddy respected his wishes and offered Elisha the towel, only slipping his hand past the shower curtain to offer it to him rather than open the curtain. He didn't want to make the pup more uncomfortable if he was embarrassed to be seen naked. Bud turned his back toward the shower once Elisha had the towel and spoke up again.

"Come on out and get dressed when you're all dry. I've got my back turned, I won't peak. Promise. Then we can get you snuggled up back in bed with Floppy, sound good?" In response, Eli mumbled a quiet "Yeah.", working the towel all over his body to get his fur as dry as possible. Timid little paws pulled the curtain back enough to peak out, making sure Buddy wasn't looking at him before he stepped out of the shower. Elisha pulled his fresh pajamas on, shoulders staying hunched, tugging his shirt down in an attempt to hide the little tent in his pj pants.

Buddy opened up the door for him when he was dressed, letting the pup exit before flicking the lights back off. He trailed behind Eli as the younger canine retreated to his room, finding it hard to shake his guilt. He figured the German Shepherd's shoulders were hunched from shame over the incident rather than an attempt to conceal arousal. Elisha scrambled back into bed, laying on his side with his bunny hugged close under the covers. Laying like that made it hard to keep still though, his little puppy penis giving throbs against his plush floppy eared friend. The lanky retrieved offered a smile and carded his fingers through the pup's hair then tucked the blankets in for him, giving Eli a soft pat on the shoulder. Bud offered him a goodnight as he exited the room, shutting the door silently before he went to slip back into bed with Claire. 

Elisha let out a breath of relief once Buddy was gone, hugging his bunny close, giving it an affectionate nuzzle. He felt nervous just thinking about what he'd seen, but he couldn't help it. For some reason it made his little cock twitch picturing how buddy's dick shot out spurt after spurt of that white stuff. He adjusted his position to straddle his stuffed bunny, chewing on his lip as he pulled his penis out of his pj pants. Eli rocked his hips, watching his cock throb against his plushie. The puppy began to breathe a little heavier, choking down a whine so he wouldn't be heard. His heart raced, feeling nervous excitement as he started humping, rubbing his twitching canine cock all over his bunny's crotch. Little paws pushed his comfort toy down some as he shifted his hips up, thrusting his puppy penis against its soft face. It gave him butterflies, a hand moving to cover his mouth as he whined again, dick twitching erratically. His thighs trembled as he reached another dry orgasm, giving a couple hard thrusts against Floppy's face while he finished.

Spent from his trembling orgasm, Elisha pulled his pj pants back up with unsteady hands before laying back down. He got snuggled up under the blankets and pulled his plush friend close again, nuzzling his face into it despite the fact he had just rubbed his canine cock all over the toy. It made him feel a little tingly, feeling a lingering throb of excitement. He couldn't keep his eyes open, falling asleep after a few more minutes while he wondered why his penis didn't seem to make white stuff like Buddy's.