i am obsessed with these two and i haven't even drawn any of it yet... expect two million parts soon

follow my twitter + bluesky at @wannabeyourdog2 and check out my website for all of my stories here <3
___

I have this friend. Asher. And I’m down bad for him.

We met on Reddit, of all places. I’ve been an active user of the r/portland and r/hockey subreddits for a few years now, and at a certain point I realized I was talking to the same guy over and over again. It wasn’t intentional, but we always had the same quips to make about forwards who just really needed to hit the goddamn puck into the goddamn goal or why Gresham is so gross, and after a while of that I finally sent him a DM. Soon enough, me and u/autisticbostondog were texting on the regular.

I have my D&D friends who I’m closest to, who I see at least once a week and I know details of their inner psyches through the mystical world of bards and barbarians. We became friends sophomore year of high school and we’re all still buddies four years later. They are, by all metrics, my closest friends. I’d probably call Asher my best friend, though. We text for hours every day but he lives in Gresham and I live in Hillsboro, so we don’t often make that hour drive. He’s never met any of my friends before, actually. They all joke about how I have this internet darling autistic doggy boyfriend, the kind that people lust about giving them sloppy toppy while yapping about their hyperfixations or whatever.

I really like him. I mean, he’s the first person I text when I wake up and we text for hours before we go to bed. He’s sweet and funny and so real but not very expressive and his Boston accent is super thick even though he’s lived here for years and he has the cutest little bangs that I cut for him whenever we hang out.

I love lounging on my bed in the morning, sun streaming through the windows, and opening my laptop to text him. Nothing makes me happier. Today I’m in my boxers and nothing else, wagging my tail in the sun.

HOUSTON: Hiiiiii

Good morning asher <3 <3 <3

ASHER: Good morning Houston!

How are you today

The way he texts is so funny to me because it’s nothing like how he talks in real life. He speaks so flatly and with such a strong accent – I really can’t emphasize that anymore. Seeing him use embellishments and exclamation points is really funny because it could not be further from how he really talks.

H: Good

Sleeby

I just woke up

A: Yaaawn

Did you have any dreams

H: I did

About u actually

A: About me?

H: Yah

You me and my sister were at like

IDK how to explain it but it was like if my online classes were real life

Like if you could walk into them

And like Izzy and I were going through them and we found you

I don’t really know how to explain it better LOL

A: Haha that’s funny

Like a giant hallway with all the classes in them?

H: Yes exactly

You were like sitting on the floor and we had to free you

LOL IDK if that makes any sense

A: It does

It sounds fun

H: WBU

What r u up to

A: Watching the Bruins game I missed

And then I was called into work so I’ll be fisherying

Right, his two interests. The Boston Bruins and the fishery. It’s so random but I literally couldn’t care less. Sometimes he infodumps about hockey or fish and all I can do is sit at my computer with the biggest smile on my face as the text pours in. He’s so freaking cute.

H: Yum

Do ur paws smell like fish after

A: They do

They have like ivory soap bars but i kinda like the way it smells

H: When r u at work?

A: Actually pretty soon

I gotta get dressed

H: And watch the hockey game while ur dressing

A: Haha yes

Sorry we couldn’t talk for longer

H: That’s OK

We can talk later

A: Yay!

Ok talk to you later!

Have good classes + work!

H: Byeeeeeeeee

I close my laptop and lay in the sun for a little bit. I put one of my sun salutation playlists on and close my eyes. It’s so nice and warm.

I wish we could have talked for longer. Right now he’s only working maybe 10 hours a week whenever the fishery needs more people to help out and normally they call him in when I’m at work or in class. I know I’m laying in the sun right now listening to my peaceful meditation music but something about not talking to him makes me so sad in a deeply irrational way. What am I gonna do, just lie here in the sun and enjoy myself? I couldn’t.

Back on my laptop, I pull up Reddit. I click around for a while. Nothing particularly interesting. I notice he left a comment on a few hockey posts last night, which makes me a little giddy to see. Spotting my friend in the wild like that. I click on his account and start snooping around. Lots of hockey, lots of fish. My man knows what he likes.

But then I click on his upvotes. I figure it’s going to be more of the same – cool-looking fish tanks, fun swimming holes in Oregon, hockey memes, the usual – but it isn’t.

It’s a whole lot of gay porn. A whole lot. I scroll and the gay porn just keeps going, then I scroll back up to the top when I realize I’m never going to get to the end of it. It’s post after post of porn – a wolf on the kitchen counter getting fucked by a rabbit, an older snake jerking off in the front seat of his car with the caption “caught my coach watching the game,” a military dobermann cumming in his own mouth, some professionally filmed pornography of a cat and a deer fucking at a pool, a snow leopard guy in panties getting fucked on the couch, a construction worker jerking off at the site, a dog at the gym with his jockstrap poking out of his shorts, two guys cruising in a bathroom. I could keep going for an hour and there’d still be more porn to look at.

I’m rock hard. My dick is throbbing in my boxers as it’s pressed against the bed. I start scrolling again, a little more slowly this time, paying attention to all the subreddits he’s upvoted posts from. R/softies, r/gaycruising, r/fleshlighters, r/bulges, r/portlandgonewild, r/publicboys, r/collegeboys, r/blacktwinks, r/cum. Literally everything. You could spreadsheet this. I scroll for maybe 10 minutes until it finally turns into hockey memes and fish descaling tutorials and backcountry navigation and by then my eyes burn from staring at my computer screen for so long.

I close my laptop and flip over. My dick flops out of my boxers.

I am dangerously horny right now, but it’s not because of the porn. I don’t particularly like porn, anyway. Something about it gives me the creeps. Whenever I jerk off, I just enjoy the physical sensation of it without really thinking about anything. Of course staring at guys fucking each other for 10 minutes is gonna get me hard whether I like it or not, but I really don’t think that’s it. I think it might be the idea that Asher upvoted all this porn.

Think about it. Asher, my autistic Boston hockey dog friend, sat down at his desk and looked at porn for god knows how long in order to accrue such a selection. He probably jerked off to it. Sitting there in his yellow briefs and his Bruins jersey, dick poking out of his underwear. Balancing his chin on his paw with all his little chin scruff flattened out, that same aloof expression on his face he always has as he whacks away at his dick. Him holding his breath as he lets out a load all over his jersey, collapsing back onto his chair as all of the energy explodes out of him. Holy shit.

I start touching myself, rubbing the head of my dick with my thumb and thwapping my tail against the bed in pleasure. I let the image of him like that stay in my mind as I jerk off with my eyes closed. I use one paw to pin my tail down so I’m not so freakin’ loud and one paw to push my cock down, give it a good stretch before I go back to jerking off. I moan in pleasure.

My daydream sort of morphs in my head. Instead of him jerking off alone at his desk, I’m there too. We’re on his bed and he’s still in the same cutie outfit, legs spread kind of like how mine are right now. He’s touching himself just as he was before and I have my muzzle pushed right under his balls. I’m getting a good sniff. Then I lick him from his balls up to the tip of his dick before I start giving him head. He has a paw on the back of my head and he’s guiding my movement. My tail is thwapping around like crazy and I’m having a hard time maneuvering around his dick because I’m smiling too much.

In real life, I’m getting close. I have to keep my paw a little more controlled so the sound of my forearm slapping against my thigh doesn’t get too loud. I have to focus on what I’m thinking about to bring myself to completion, so I imagine Asher moaning as he cums. His stupid little Boston accent, him opening his mouth just a little and seeing his soft tongue and his cute little doggy teeth, him going “fuuuuuck,” under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. That image is just enough to finish me off, and soon enough I’m shooting ropes all over my tummy while moaning his name under my breath. It’s a good freaking name to moan.

I sit there for a moment, basking in the glow of the sunlight, giving him a little kiss on the forehead in my fantasy, before I strip my boxers off and wipe myself up. Now that that’s done with, I guess it’s time to start the day.

That freaking dog. I’ve wanted to make a move for so long, but now that I’ve seen this, that fire only burns a little stronger in me. Imagine how lovely it would be to cuddle with him, to give him a kiss on the forehead, to call him my boyfriend.

Someday. Someday soon.