Freedom porn

It’s been a pleasant 4th of July weekend. There were steaks (overdone), burgers (just right), yard work, we had the daughter’s boyfriend over and played with the dog (the actual dog, I should clarify). And somewhere in there, we also found time to be frisky.

I had knelt sometime Friday and asked Bear whether he wanted some dog play (not with the actual dog, thank you very much). To my delight, he had said yes. I was thinking “Sunday”, since that was the most likely day to give us some time. Bear was horny Saturday afternoon, and I wasn’t clean, and he wasn’t in the mood for waiting around. He handed me the lube and told me to get him off by rubbing my cock against his.

“Oh boy,” I said, not really thinking.
Bear raised an eyebrow. “Why ‘oh boy’?” he inquired.
“I get so excited,” I explained, possibly a little bashfully.
“If you get close, you have permission to take your cock out and keep stroking me until you’re cooled down again a bit,” Bear said.

“Thank you,” I said, with heartfelt relief in my voice. I didn’t want to come, not quite yet. I straddled Bear, applied plenty of lube, and started stroking away. This is a lot of fun for me. I get to see Bear’s face and the pleasure playing across it, and I get to feel his dick in my hand and mine sliding against it, and I get to have Bear tell me how great my dick feels against his. Only, I get so very excited. This time was no exception, and as Bear was nearing his orgasm, I was nearing mine. I made an effort to really focus on his pleasure, and let mine just flow through me, trying not to dwell overly on whether I would get too close before he came. I didn’t want to change up the rhythm so close to his release. I know he just wants “more of the same” when he’s that close.

I got lucky. Bear started coming when I was still a good five or so strokes away, and I let my dick slip from my grasp and finished milking Bear with just my hand. Then I cleaned him up, we showered, and I was feeling horny and desperate and needy and full of a warm, submissive glow.

Sunday morning, I got up before Bear, as I usually do. I cleaned myself, and prepared breakfast for him. Getting clean was, I thought, a bit optimistic – but it doesn’t hurt me any, and I might just get lucky again. Plus, I had promised to be clean every Sunday, and what with Bear’s illness and just life getting busy, I hadn’t been good at keeping that promise.

After serving Bear his breakfast, I knelt again and asked him whether he still wanted dog play. He said he probably didn’t, now, after yesterday’s activities. I told him I understood and knew it was a long shot, but thought I’d offer. I suggested that, maybe, this was an opportunity for Bear to do some erotic photography, which he wanted to take up as a hobby. Whether of bondage, or combined with dog play, or just a detail piece, such as a nice piece of cock and ball bondage we had seen and been wanting to attempt to replicate. If I can find my paracord needle. Which is around here somewhere.

Photography didn’t happen. Later that morning, as I was chatting with Bear and cuddling him and pressing my erection into his thigh, he told me that he was feeling a little horny. That, he didn’t need to tell me twice. I briefly caressed his dick through his night clothes, then knelt again, my own erection jutting up between my thighs, and asked: “How may I please you?”

Bear liked that phrasing, I could tell. “By taking off my pants for a start,” he said. Fuck yeah. Off come his pants, and then his T-shirt. I stroked him for a little bit, and he told me he wanted to fuck me. He also told me he was in two minds about dog play. He was nervous because in the past, he might lose his erection by the time I had a dog mask on. I reassured him that that was the past, and was much less likely to happen now that his health was better.

I didn’t waste time getting off the bed, getting the rubber mask on, and getting back on the bed. Bear directed me to suck his cock, and I did so eagerly, filling my mouth and nose with his taste and smell. I heard some “good dog”, then a command to rub myself against his thigh. Sucking Bear and dry-humping him, I got very, very close and started worrying about that a little, while still concentrating on giving that dick my all, and then I heard something I didn’t understand, because all I could hear in that mask, really, was the sound of my own slobbering. “Huh, what?” I asked, not very dog-like at all. “Would doggie like the bone in the ass?” Bear repeated, gamely plowing on. Did I ever!

And so we shuffled positions, and Bear humped me, pressing me into the mattress, while I arched my back and moaned. After he came, he stayed in me for a bit, and I squeezed him and rotated my ass cheeks against him. He pulled out, and then I could feel his hand at my balls, teasing me. I rocked back and shuffled on all fours, giving him better access, and moaning for all I was worth. Dignity be damned, I’m already wearing a dog mask and just got fucked in the ass, and loving it. He lightly ran a hand over the underside of my shaft, rubbing his wrist against my balls. It was maddening, and lovely all at once. He kept that up for a few seconds, and then it was time to shower.

After, Bear remarked that sometimes he couldn’t tell.
“Tell what?” I asked.
“You are so eager,” he explained. “I sometimes can’t tell where your excitement for your own stuff ends and your excitement for my stuff begins.”

It may need explaining that dog play was Bear’s idea, as a pivot from pony play, and I went along with both ideas eagerly after an initial “wait what now?” reaction of a day or two.

I don’t know any more that where my stuff ends and Bear’s begins is an easy distinction to make, and told him so. My eagerness is real. My desire to please Bear is my stuff, and so dog play becomes my stuff, because it’s his stuff.

And, well, truthfully, dog play is easier than pony play. I find it easier to get into a dog mindset than a pony mindset. Though I’d do my damnedest to be the best pony Bear could wish for if he wanted to pivot back in that direction again.

So, that was my weekend. No point to this post other than a bit of porn. How was yours?

 

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3 thoughts on “Freedom porn”

  1. Sounds like a fun weekend! Mine was unfortunately not as exciting, although I'm hoping this week will be better! We practiced some rope with Master yesterday and I'll have to type up a post about that soon 🙂

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