You sit down ordering your usual drink when you notice a new face at the bar tonight. He was quite a big fellow. A Saint Bernard to be exact. Even though he was sitting you could tell that he stood at a good seven and a half feet tall easy. His fur showed that he was young still having the brilliant luster that young dogs do. His round hazel eyes had experience despite his young age, having shown that he has been through his share of events in life at an early stage.

      His eyes were currently lost in his art book which seemed to reveal a half drawn snow leopard. He adorned wide shoulders and a rounded gut, that was toned to look just as strong and tough as the rest of his body. Your eyes travel back up to his face for a second to admire his damp, wide, black nose huffing in some air everyone couple minutes. His ears flopped over both sides of his head.

     As your curiosity gets the best of you, your eyes travel down a little bit making sure your staring is unnoticed as they come across the canine's mighty broad chest being covered with a moderately tight white t-shirt. His nipples had shown through the thin fabric slightly but enough so that only someone up close could really make them out. Your eyes go lower as you admire his firm rounded butt, sprouting a fluffy large dog tail swinging underneath the bench back and forth as he concentrates on his artwork. His fur wasn't very unique, it was the same basic patterns and patches that most Bernard's had aside from the colors being a bit lighter then a regular breed.

   
    He seemed to have noticed your eyes probing his body because when you went up to view his nice chest again, you notice he is staring right at you. "Like what you see there, little guy?" The Bernard asked flexing his arms and chest making them pulse with life under the thin fabric of the white shirt. You apologize for gawking at the canine and say you should be on your way, but as you go to turn out the door a large hand stops you by the shoulder surprising you with the area it takes up on your shoulder and the added weight it created.

    He spins you around and stares into your eyes. "I could help you get a closer look if you wanted. I really don't mind." He says flashing his huge white canine teeth at you in a grin. You nod your head in agreement and follow the large male into the back room behind the bar. You notice your male companion flash the bar tender a look like "Got another one here!" and the bartender bowed his head tossing him a couple keys. You follow the dog down a small hallway towards a door. "Sorry, I like to have my privacy when I intend to play." He says twisting the key into the locked door opening it. We both stepped into what looked like a modest bedroom. Perhaps the dog lived here or maybe this room was set up for furs that wanted some fun but couldn't get home. He sat down on the bed and patted the spot right next to him signalling me to sit beside him.

      I complied and slid down next to him blushing lightly from the heat coming off his body. He was clearly aroused already as the front of his shorts were starting to bulge. He gave another grin at me and started unzipping the front of his pants letting the hardening tent in his boxers spring up though the fly. He pulled down his pants and opened the front of his boxers letting his swollen sheath and fuzzy orbs flop out for me to see. God, he was huge...I thought to myself starting to realize that this might have been a bad idea.

      He gave his sheath a firm squeeze coaxing a couple inches of raw dog member to spill out. He grabbed my paws and placed it on his balls letting me feel their weight and softness. He let out a low murr as my paws worked away on his balls causing more meat to spill out of his sheath. Musk was pouring out from his crotch filling my nose with the scent of a horny male. I slipped off the bed and placed myself between his legs to get a front seat show to his goods which were almost completely hard now.

     I was shocked. This guy WAS huge. His cock must have been just about a foot long throbbing at eleven inches. His breed was big to start with but he was definitely a good size even for a St.Bernard. His balls themselves were nice and round, tugging down on his crotch with their weight hanging just below his meat. I licked my lips and dragged my tongue up his balls and over his red puppy rod getting a quiet moan and a pulse of his cock spilling out pre down his length.

     I quickly lapped up the mess surprising myself with the sweet taste of it. I happily enjoyed lapping my tongue around his member and balls as a steady flow of pre trickled out gently from his tip. His hips occasionally bucked up into my maw stuffing that huge piece of dog cock down into my throat causing me to gag slightly, which only made him chuckle and grin. "Such a good boy..." he would growl every now and then. I increased the speed of my head bobbing over his cock and suckled his tip being rewarded with more pre. His breathing became more erratic and unfocused as his hips pistoned up and down into my hungry maw until his claws dug deep into the bed making tear marks his crotch pressing hard against my nose making me smell his musk up close making me roll my eyes back and enjoy the pheromones flooding my system.

     His member stuffed its way down my throat and exploded sending rope after rope of hot dog seed spilling down into my stomach. His cum torrent didn't stop for a couple minutes making my tummy bulge outwards slightly from the sheer volume of puppy spunk. His hip relaxed lowering themselves downwards as his cock slipped out with a pop spilling some spunk onto his crotch and my muzzle. Both of us were panting loudly sitting in silence as we came down off our sex high sitting in the afterglow. After a while his cock retreated into his plump fat sheath. He smiled and pulled me into his lap and cuddled me for a while showing me his gentle side which was comforting. I always liked a guy with some gentle feelings along side a dominating attitude. We helped each other get dressed and out of the room walking back into the bar. 

      The Bernard flashed the bar tender a grin and thumbs up tossing him back the keys to the room. I blushed lightly feeling a bit like a trophy, but I was fine with that. I wonder if this guy had a mate or something. What kind of person would they be like? The Bernard seemed to return to his spot at the bar packing up his things getting ready to head out. I stopped him and asked if he was mated out of curiosity and he gave me a proud look.

      "Yes I am." he replied proudly reaching down into his pack to pull out his art book again. He flipped though a couple of pages mostly full of random drawings some hot which made me blush slightly, but others were beautiful having drawn landscapes and portraits of furs he must know. finally he got to the page he was looking for. 

      He flashed the book in my face proudly revealing a beautiful portrait of a Small young looking Snow Leopard. It appeared to be the same one from the earlier picture I saw him working on. "That's my baby, name's Neeko, he stated again with another proud look on his face. "He is really something special that boy." He seemed to stare off into a space imaging something but quickly was brought out of it by me clearing my throat. "Oh, uh sorry."

      He said, blushing red under his heavy coat of fur. "Well, I better get going I don't wanna keep the little guy waiting for me." he stated and gave me a good pat on the shoulder explaining he had a really good time with me and hoped to see me around again.

       I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly shaped ass the entire time, his tail acting hypnotic swinging back and forth. The moment was broken by the bar tender chuckling at me. "Careful boy, your starting to drool there." I blushed and wiped my face, returning to the bar and asking for another drink. The bar tender slid me a tall glass of beer. "It's on the house" he stated.