While Mitch was deciding what to with his border collie dog that his female doggie parts seemed interested in, Sean was waiting impatiently outside and crossed his arms in a huff. He paced back and forth outside Mitch's house. Mitch's friends wouldn't even let Sean bring Reginald inside. A couple of the older guys looked at Sean with irritation. He didn't understand what else he was supposed to do with Reginald. Why wouldn't they let Mitch's dog inside the house anyway? He stooped down to pet the dog.
"Maybe they don't like you because Mitch doesn't like you so much," he mumbled, petting Reginald affectionately. "I'm sorry for how he practically ignores you." He huffed. But then he smiled. "You and that other dog seemed to like each other. I wish Mitch and his friends liked you in the same way." He huffed again and crossed his arms frustration. Reginald, for his part, nuzzled up against Sean.
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Mitch was about to say something about leaving Reginald in his bedroom when he felt a weird tingling sensation coursed up and down his body. He felt the strange need and warmth in his body intensify slightly. With a strange resignation, Mitch realized that his body needed Reginald. He was starting to need it badly. Strangely however, Mitch started to like the idea. Reginald was a strong male dog. What wouldn't Mitch like about that? Forget the bedroom. Mitch could just go down to Reginald, get down on the ground, and...
"Oh God!" Mitch gasped as his mind suddenly snapped himself out of it. What was happening to him?
"Hey, Mitch! You okay in there?" Kevin asked, knocking on the bathroom door again. The heat inside of him pulsed for a moment. Mitch had no idea how to respond. The only thing he did know was that he needed to leave the bathroom before Kevin barged in there.
"Uh, I think so," Mitch replied. He began to pull up his pants. He carefully began to stuff his tail back into his pants. The sensation felt so abnormal. But then again, nothing about this situation could be considered normal. A part of his mind couldn't stop thinking about Reginald, specifically how much he was starting to like his dog. He looked into the mirror, making sure he didn't look too disheveled. He wanted to look good for Reg. No, no he didn't. He just wanted to look like he was okay to the other guys. He opened the bathroom door, startling Kevin.
"Jesus, man," he said with a jump. "You gave us a real scare there."
"I'm better now," Mitch lied. "Let's just watch the game."
"What about your dog and that kid?" Tom asked.
"Bring him inside!" Mitch said immediately, almost too enthusiastically for his liking. "Tell the kid to go home. I'll pay him tomorrow!"
"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Kevin asked again.
"Yes!" Mitch said, looking at Kevin and hoping that the questioning will stop. "Will you take it easy already? I'm fine!"
"Okay, okay," Kevin said, holding up his hands in defense. He slightly punched Mitch's arm. "Just worried about you, man. That's all."
"I appreciate the concern," Mitch said. He began to make his way downstairs. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs as his gaze fell upon Reginald walking around the living room. The dog looked up at Mitch and wagged his tail. Mitch had to resist the subconscious urge to wag his tail in response. He felt the heat centered on his crotch intensify a little bit. He even felt himself get a little hard.
"Well, now that halftime is over," Drew said, "let's get back to this lousy game. Glad to see you're okay, Mitch."
"Uh, yeah, thanks," Mitch muttered. He walked towards the couch, passing by each one of his friends. He resisted the growing urge to drop his pants, fall to the ground, lift his tail, and let Reginald... He sat down and took a deep breath with his eyes closed. He had to pull himself together.
"Come here, boy," Tom said to Reginald. Reginald seemed confused by the weird smells in the room but welcomed the invitation from Tom to join him on the floor.
"I thought you hated dogs, Tom?" Kevin asked, sitting down on the other side of Reginald.
"You know, Reginald here didn't do anything to me, so there's no sense in me hating him," Tom said with a shrug. He grinned at a still nervous and anxious Mitch. "I guess I just really like your dog." Mitch looked at Reginald.
"Uh, yeah, me too, I guess," Mitch mumbled to himself. Reginald was a handsome dog. His dick was slowly rising to attention as the warmth inside Mitch began to grow.
"You know, so do I," Drew said, seated closest to Mitch. His eyes were locked on Reginald. "Interesting how I never noticed how handsome that dog of yours is, Mitch."
The football team they had been rooting for just scored a touchdown, but none of the guys noticed. Nobody had taken their eyes off of Mitch's dog. Mitch stared at Reginald. He was feeling really warm all over now. He really wanted nothing more than to get down on all fours and have Reginald...give him something? That seemed odd. Mitch began breathing heavy and managed to tear his eyes off of a very confused Reginald. He glanced at his friends. The other guys seemed to be staring at Reginald with so much intensity. He thought he could see them getting hard, even through their pants. What was going on?