Al sighed, as he washed the dishes, since Vern didn't have a dishwasher. Vern sat at the table, drinking coffee with an Irish cream liquor.
Vern grimaced, "I don't know what your reluctant about. Your alive and fed."
"Interesting statement coming from you," responded Al, still working on the dishes.
Vern was becoming frustrated sexually, since he had been spending so much time attending to Al, he had not done is every-other day deed with Jake. The two of the had spent the last several hours naked, and his hand was drawn to the huger his pussy felt to be touched. Vern didn't want Al around when he went to visit Jake. Vern finished his coffee, hoping to keep his wits, but feeling his grip of control loosening. Vern was staring hard at a knob on a cabinet door, focusing on nothing but that knob, as his finger was steadily working his canine clit. This not only made Vern very wet and willing, but it also filled the kitchen with very strong pheromones, much stronger than an ordinary canine female in heat. Vern's mind was a fog when Al finished the dishes and turned around to find Vern in a trance, with a strange smell in the air.
Al asks, "Are you alright Vern?" Al goes over to the table and kneels down next to Vern, where the smell is strong. Al also see's Vern's hand moving rapidly between his legs.
Vern keeps his stare on the knob, and softly whispers, "Help....me....to.....kennel."
Al stands up and tries to pick up Vern, but is not strong enough to. Al tries a couple more times, but he is not strong enough. "I'm not strong enough to lift you Vern. I feel strange...," Al mumbles as he again kneels down. Vern tries to stand, but slides off the chair, onto Al, then onto the kitchen floor. Vern keeps his hand between his legs, moaning for relief. Al's cock is now fully erect and throbbing. Vern closes his eyes as Al crawls on top of him. Vern feel's Al's cock get into position with his hand rubbing still rubbing his clit, when Al pushes in deep. Al steadies himself by pushing on Al's shoulders, and begins to slide in and out of Vern's pussy. Al doesn't last long as his knot prepares to pop.
Vern feel's Al's orgasm is close and yells as loud as he can, "Stop!" Al doesn't stop, and moments later his knot pops and grows as Al pushes deep and works his growing knot back and forth slower and slower as he grows. Vern tenses and then squeezes Al's knot as tightly as possible, and feels is own orgasm crash through is body, feeling the throbbing of Al's large knot inside him. Vern smiles, and wraps his arms around Al's back, holding him tightly. Vern let out a soft moan as he worked to keep his orgasm going, occasionally thrusting his hips upward to work his g-spot against Al's knot. Vern felt disappointment when Al's knot finally shrunk enough for him to pull out. Al rolled over onto his back next to Vern, spent and with no energy. Vern reached his hand over and patted Al's belly and whispered, "That hit the spot."
Al's eyes were closed, and asked, "Your not mad? I heard you say stop...but my body was in control."
Vern said softly, "Pheromones. The boys can't help themselves, neither could you."
Al smiled, "So...friends with benefits? And just so you know that benefit is sex. You are really tight, it's incredible."
Vern chuckled, and sighed, "Yea. That knot of yours....that's a hell of a benefit."
Soon both of them were back sitting at the table, drinking a fresh pot of coffee. "Truce," offers Vern. Al nods yes as a reply. Al is made aware that Vern now expects that level of service every couple of days. That leads to a rather sly smile from Al. Vern asks, "So?"
Al gives Vern a wink, "We can go more often than that..."
Vern nodded, "I welcome that, if you don't get tired of this. As your body gets younger, it will get easier. I'm sore now, but I could go again. I want to go again, but that would not be a good idea. Why don't you rest on the couch. I've got my rounds in the kennel."
Al didn't resist Vern's suggestion, and was already asleep on the couch when Vern walked by after cleaning himself up. Vern took an extended session in the kennel, as all four of his breeding males, including Jake, took turns plowing and knotting Vern's hungry pussy.