Guy Time
“Anything I can lend a hand with?” Dane asked as he walked into the kitchen, where Ares was tossing slices of meat, cheese, tomatoes and lettuce onto bread like a dealer at a casino.
The Doberman smiled and shook his head without ever looking away from his work.  “Nothing complicated enough to need two people, even if it wasn’t already done,” he winked, stacking the sandwiches side-by-side and lining them up with the rest he’d already made, sitting on a little tray.  Setting a pair each onto plates for him and Dane, Ares slid the rest into the fridge, ready for when the girls came down for lunch later.
“Thanks for the meal, then,” Dane smiled, leaning against the counter and ignoring the food for the moment, “And for being good to my sister.  And being a good sport in general...especially last night,” the Dalmatian smiled sheepishly, “I hope it wasn’t too rough.”
Dane being the “focus” off all relationships in the house was clearly Johanna’s idea, rather than her brother’s.   Dane himself was still feeling a little uncomfortable about it...and maybe a touch guilty.  Ares smirked, and decided to do his absent girlfriend a favor.  “Nah,” he chuckled, “You’re definitely nicer than G.D., at least.  I’ve got no problem bending over for you.”
Dane blinked, not quite able to believe he’d heard that right.  “G.D.?” he tilted his head, “As in...the dog?”
“Exactly.  That’s the blackmail I told Johanna to give you before you came into the conversation the other day,” Ares grinned, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the counter beside Dane, “Look, bud, I know what I said on the trail that day, but I think there might be a slight misunderstanding between us.  I like girls more than guys.  Significantly.  But it’s different from being averse to guys...especially you.  If you need something to convince you, just take out your phone.”
Dane looked more and more surprised the more Ares said, but patted his pockets and pulled his phone out after figuring out which one it was in.  “Not to question your sincerity...but what’s this supposed to do to convince me?” he dipped a dubious brow at the little device in his hand.
Tipping it down, though, Ares pressed the camera icon conveniently on the lock-screen, then stepped in front of Dane and got down on his knees.  “Nothing at all.  But while I’m down here proving I like a little milk with my honey, we might as well make up for disappointing sweetcakes yesterday,” the Doberman winked before unsnapping the button on Dane’s shorts and slowly tugging the zipper down, “Be sure to get a good picture.”
Dane very nearly dropped the phone right on top of his head.  “Alright, alright,” the Dalmatian chuckled, half-heartedly trying to take a step back, though the counter behind him and Ares’ grip on his shorts made just about any kind of maneuvering impossible, “You’ve made your point.  Until you say otherwise, I’ll trust you’re enjoying whatever I’m doing do you.”
“Hehe, not until there’s cream on my forehead I haven’t,” Ares argued, getting Dane’s sac over the waist of his underpants and starting to fondle it gently, “Or a bone in my back-door.”  The Doberman licked his lips with a hungry stare at the Dalmatian’s sheath, doing a wonderfully convincing impression of his sister.  He ran the flat of his tongue over the narrow opening, where a hint of pink was just beginning to show.
Dane put one hand on his forehead, pushing him back before he could fully commit to mouthing it, and cleared his throat.  “As a respectful and responsible boyfriend,” he declared more firmly, “I refuse to be pleasured without reciprocating.  Get on the couch,” he nodded toward the living-room, “And lose the pajamas.”
Ares took his turn to blink in surprise...but his tail also began wagging, just before the smile spread back across his face.  He pulled Dane’s shorts the rest of the way to his ankles, where the Dalmatian could easily step out of them as the moved to the living-room, then pushed off his own pajama pants to pile on top of them.  “Doggy-style, or missionary?” he asked casually, getting on all fours on top of the couch as if he knew which position Dane was more likely to pick.
But the Dalmatian just smacked his rump lightly.  “Sixy-nine,” he declared, and even managed to keep the reluctance out of his voice, “Like I said, I’m going to give as well as I take.”
The Doberman shook his head, though.  “Not a great position for getting a clear picture,” he suggested, tossing a smirk over his shoulder, “I’m proving a point here, and doing my girl...and boy...a favor.  You can make it up to me another time.  Right now, just top me like I’ve been your sub for a while already.”
Dane rubbed his forehead, trying hard to pretend that was exactly the situation.  But the very idea of him “dominating” Ares, given their respective builds, was so laughable to him in concept that he just couldn’t take it seriously.  After a moment, Dane gave him another gentle swat on the side of the butt, indicating he should move.  “Fine.  On your back, then, and no more arguing.  You can go down on me when I tell you to,” he promised, “I’m going to do the touching until then.”
Ares obediently leaned to one side, stretching out on his back on the couch with his head pillowed on the arm-rest, and spread his knees in invitation to his boyfriend.  Dane did move in to kneel between them, but with his sheath high and his balls hanging against Ares’.  Reaching down with one hand, Dane gathered both of their sheaths up together, and took a couple of pictures of them both in his hand as he began to stroke them together.
It didn’t take long for either of their bones to start hardening up, and Ares made a deliberate display of his pleasure.  He stared lustily at the hand coaxing his meat out of its sheath, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth and tail wagging gently between Dane’s knees.  Gemini would be proud.
Dane snapped a couple more pictures after they were both fully hard, including their knots...which pretty well settled once and for all which one was larger.  Dane’s cheeks turned pink for several reasons as a bead of pre-cum started to drip from the tip of his bone onto the front of Ares’.  “Alright,” the Dalmatian chuckled, leaning back against the opposite arm-rest with his knees spread nice and wide now, “Come have a little drink before lunch.”
Ares was quick to reverse his position, laying on his belly (leaving his legs hanging mostly off the side) with his nose nestled down against Dane’s crotch, and started with one long lick all the way from the Dalmatian’s balls to his tip.  Ares bent his head low, kissing and then gently sucking on one testicle and then the other, keeping Dane hard and upright with a little light stroking while the Doberman teased his sac.  But in fairly short order, Ares lifted his head enough to kiss the tapered tip of Dane’s bone and slowly slide his lips down around it, inching toward that thick knot.
Dane laid a hand lightly on top of his friend’s head, scratching between his ears.  “Wuff, you’re almost as good as Gemini,” the Dalmatian sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes to help with that particular illusion.  The Doberman chuckled around his mouthful, bobbing up and down slowly, dragging his tongue playfully along the underside of Dane’s bone with each draw and kissing the front of the knot on each fall.  Shifting his weight a little, Ares freed up one hand enough to get his fingers around Dane’s balls, lightly fondling the sensitive sac and teasing the taint behind it.   
The Dalmatian’s breath started getting short, and he rested the hand holding the phone behind his boyfriend’s head as well.  “Hey...you...mph...good there?”  Ares answered with a hum that seemed intended to be encouraging.  “Alright, then...all the...way,” Dane warned, just before pulling back with his hands and pushing forward insistently with his hips.  Ares almost didn’t open his mouth wide enough to let the knot in, and just as nearly choked when the rest of Dane’s bone invaded his throat.  Gemini had the advantage of practice, and Johanna a raw and indefatigable passion for her brother, but this was new and difficult terrain for his fellow male.
Dane’s legs were trembling noticeably, hovering on the cusp of release, but Ares had to tap out after holding him for just a couple of seconds.  He smacked Dane’s leg sharply, and the Dalmatian released him instantly, but Ares applied a little suction as he withdrew and ran the flat of his tongue all the way up the sensitive just behind his teeth, giving an extra little flick over the tip.  Dane almost forgot to bring the phone around to where it could capture Ares’ face as the Dalmatian burst all over him, getting far more on his muzzle and head than in his mouth.  “Heh...wuff,” Ares grinned around his panting tongue, licking a little cream from the tip of his nose while letting the rest fall across his muzzle, “The girls make that...look a lot...easier than it is.”
His boyfriend just nodded quickly, face scrunched up with the effort of holding in his howl and taking suitably suggestive pictures at the same time.  He relaxed after a moment, sighing in relief as the pressure subsided and his bone began to retreat back into its sheath.  Ares watched it shrink with a smug smile, still gently fondling Dane’s balls.  “So...convinced yet, or do I need to take it up my tail again, too?”
Dane rolled his eyes, and gestured for Ares to sit up.  The Doberman obeyed, resting back on his knees, allowing Dane to sneak a quick look between Ares’ legs.  “Heh...no, I’m pretty convinced now,” he shook his head, observing the raging hard-on Ares was sporting after going down on another male.  Dane rolled over onto his belly, resting his head on the armrest and taking a little breather.  “Your turn,” he declared once they’d both caught their breath, giving his hips a little shake, “Don’t go underneath...I’m not quite ready for another full-on wuff from you yet,” he admitted, “But with a little lube between the cheeks...it probably won’t take you long to make my rump as messy as your face.”
“Probably,” Ares agreed with a chuckle, bending down to give each of the offered cheeks an appreciative kiss before getting up briefly to fetch one of the bottles Gemini had already stashed around the house.  There was at least one in every bedroom and bathroom now, as well as the living-room.  He wouldn’t put it passed her to have one in the laundry-room, either...and maybe even on the porch.
Dane’s cheeks turned bright red again as a line of slippery fluid was laid up the cleft of his other cheeks, and he laid his head down on the armrest and tried hard to relax.  Ares would be doing all the work, after all.  He just needed to lay here and not die from embarrassment...
“Ah...one more thing,” the Dalmatian added, just as Ares was nesting his hotdog between Dane’s buns, “Try to keep it down.  We shouldn’t interrupt whatever the girls are doing, whether that’s sleeping or...something more like this,” he bucked his hips just a little, stroking Ares between the cheeks.
With a quiet groan, Ares rested his hands beside Dane’s shoulders and leaned forward to grind his bone against his boyfriend’s butt.  “Wuff...you and Johanna sure are a demanding couple,” he chided with a grin.
Dane agreed with a quiet nod.  Sliding through the greased channel between the cheeks, Ares pressed their hips together as firmly as he dared.  Dane encouraged him by rocking back at the end of each stroke, applying just a little extra pressure against the knot.  Having already been worked up from the blowjob he’d given a few minutes ago, it didn’t take long for Ares to approach his limit, his breath coming short and hard like he was pumping iron.  The tremble in his hips steadied, becoming a pulse in his dick instead, and Ares bent forward suddenly to latch his mouth around the crook between Dane’s shoulder and neck.  There was no teeth to it, just a firm hold to seal in the sound...
“Hey!  Up! Up!” Dane laughed, nudging the Doberman on his back and trying to angle the phone’s camera over his head, “Gotta treat Gemini, too.”
Ares growled, taking his mouth off Dane’s shoulder before gnashing his teeth and arching his back, offering the camera a good view of the thick streams of milk he was already shooting over Dane’s rump.  Most of them landed well above his tail, making his back messier than his bottom.  Ares groaned as quietly as he could, squeezing the cheeks of Dane’s rump painfully tight, though the Dalmatian grit his teeth and endured it right along with the other male.  The camera managed to catch at least one of those cream-shots in mid flight.
After a few quick shots, Dane lowered the phone, giving a sympathetic smile over his shoulder.  “Alright, I think that’ll do.  You can relax now.”
“Eugh, thanks!” Ares gasped, practically flopping onto Dane for a breather, heedless of the way his belly smeared the mess resting on the Dalmatian’s back.  “Wuff...you’re nearly...as bad...as sweetcakes...after all,” he panted against the back of Dane’s neck.
Dane chuckled, flipping briefly through the photos to be sure he’d gotten at least one good one to send to the girls.  “Doubtful.  But...I’ll work on doing it right for you,” he promised, knowing it would be every bit as tough to learn to be assertive against Ares as it would be to against Johanna.  The poor Dalmatian really had his work cut out for him.
Ares patted the back under his strong chest with a chuckle.  “Don’t...hurt yourself,” he panted with a wink the other Dog couldn’t see from his position.
“Oooh myyyyy,” Gemini’s coo interrupted anything else he might have said, as she and Johanna descended the stairs, “What is this?  And please tell me you got video!”