literally wrote this on the plane ride back from the uk... puppy on the plane...

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I’ve been telling Reed all day that the only thing we gotta do is stay awake. And I gotta say, it’s taking a toll on him. He’s slowly going into dog mode and all I can do is watch.

My college buddy Ed did a study abroad program his junior year and he really “studied a broad” so to speak because he dropped out and started dating this beautiful British lady. Long story short, they’re getting married in an old British chappel and now Reed and I are flying across the country for their wedding.

It’s going to be awesome. It’s our first trip as a couple. PDX to DFW to LHR is not an easy trip, though, especially with the seven hour time zone difference. The first flight was more than okay – he played Stardew Valley on his Switch and we cuddled the whole time. We got burgers during our layover which were delicious. The nine hour flight to England was kind of rough. The first part was okay, but we were both distinctly aware that if we didn’t go to sleep, we couldn’t sleep for the rest of the day. After a long discussion of whether we should try to join the mile high club, he tried to fall asleep in my arms and couldn’t. I got maybe an hour and a half of awful sleep, but he was up the whole time.

He was already a little puppy-brained by the time we got to the airport. I did all the navigating for us, got us to the London Underground and all the way to the train while he just held my hand and listened to music. He’s tried falling asleep on my shoulder multiple times on the train so far and I have to unfortunately prod him awake. He’s also spent about half of the train ride fully erect because of the way the train jostles him.

Right now he’s in my arms with his eyes closed again, boner under his skirt under the backpack on his lap. It’s a rough life for a tired dog.

“Puppy,” I say, rubbing my hand over his tummy under his sweater. “Hey, you okay?”

He looks at me with big eyes and nods.

“Are you feeling like you’re in puppy mode?”

Same big eyes. He nods again.

“Okay. That’s okay. It’s almost our stop, so I need you to be a big doggy and stay awake for me, okay?”

He whimpers a little bit but ultimately nods. I take his big paws in my hoof and start massaging his paw pads.

“We’re going to get off and my friend Ed will be there to pick us up. We can cuddle in the back of the car and I’ll tell him you’re a little out of it, but you can’t go to sleep.”

He gives me the biggest saddest whine and my heart fucking breaks. It’s like I’m torturing him by keeping him awake. Of course he can’t go to sleep because we need to get used to the time zone, or every day will look like this. He doesn’t know that, though! He’s just a dumb little dog!

“I know. I know, puppy.”

Everything in me wants to taunt him for the erection, but I know it would be so unfair to. He literally can’t control it. It’s funny how I sometimes do just see him as a little dog instead of my boyfriend. Instead I just pet him on the thigh and feel the tension on his skirt, acutely aware of my own erection

Reed lags behind me as we get off the train and he sits on my luggage while we wait for Ed. I scratch him behind the ear and listen to my music.

He pulls up soon enough. "Ed!" I call out with a wave. "C'mon, puppy."

"There's my best man. And you're Reed?"

Reed puts on his big dog face and smiles. "Hi."

"Hey there, bro." They shake hands. "You guys look feckin' exhausted, yeah?"

I speak for Reed. "We're out of it, man."

He helps load our luggage into the back of the car. I sit in the front and make sure I get a good view of Reed in the back through the rear-view mirror. He bites on his thumb and looks out the window.

It's a beautiful ride through the British countryside at night. Ed and I catch up in the front while Reed presses his forehead against the window in the back. After some alarm that we're not driving on the right side of the road and some further alarm at how tight the roads are, it seems like he settles into some sort of zen. His eyes are open, although I'm not sure if anyone's upstairs.

Eventually, we get to his house. I hold Reed's paw and wheel our things in.

"You wanna go get a beer?" Ed asks. "You're invited too, Reed."

I smile. "We've been up for 30 hours, so I think we're gonna go get some rest."

Once we’re in our room, Reed instantly gets on the floor. I am not here to deny him his puppiness, so even though I desperately need him to stay awake for just a little longer, I don't stop him. In fact, I squat in front of him and start petting his tummy. He closes his eyes and sticks his tongue out. I let him enjoy it for a little bit (maybe not an intense enough descriptor, considering the erection I feel him pop), then slowly pull my hoof away.

"On your knees."

He follows my command. Good thing I trained him so well. His erection tents in his skirt and he sits with his paws out. His tail wags sleepily.

"Okay, puppy. It's 7:30. We need to stay up for 30 more minutes."

He whines, loud. I have to shush him.

"I'm sorry, puppy. You can't be loud. I don't know how thin the walls are."

He cocks his head at me.

"We got 30 minutes, okay, or we're gonna wake up at 2 AM and crash before the wedding."

He flops down on the ground again. Poor dog.

His erection is still obvious in his skirt. God blesses the biggest dicks to his sleepiest soldiers. If there's one thing I can engage my puppy with for 30 minutes before both of us crash, I think it would be sex. He's had his collar on this whole time, so it's entirely fair play. Plus, as his owner, I think I know what's best for him.

I use our hand signals to get him to climb onto the bed. The spare bedroom is actually pretty sweet. The bed is set up in one of the dormers so it's super cozy with walls on either side of it and a huge window above it. It's like one giant dog bed, basically, with fluffy pillows and a big blanket. In the distance are just bare trees and the night sky.

I scratch him under the chin. "Good boy!" I whisper. "You follow my commands so well, even when you're so sleepy. Such a good doggy."

He sits, as alert as he can be. I lie down on the bed next to him and push my hooves up onto his inner thighs. He gives me a big yawn that turns into a satisfied smile. His erection pulses.

"Awwww," I coo, "You're just a sleepy little puppy, aren't you?"

He looks at me with big stupid eyes.

I answer for him. "You are, aren't you? Little sleepy puppy. It's hard work traveling across the whole world, isn't it? We were in Portland this morning and we're all the way across the country. Lots of big travelling to do for such a little puppy."

I furiously rub his thighs, mostly to keep myself awake now that I'm in a big comfy bed. I inch my hooves up and grasp his bulge. He is rock hard. "Aww, that's what hours and hours of being a little puppy will do to you, huh?"

He lays back and lifts up his sweater. I rub his belly as I work his dick out of the side of his panties. He always puts up a tough fight but his dick springs out and shoots a little bit of precum all over his tummy. I normally would just tend to him, but I have to worm my dick out of my shorts too. He's too pretty and I'm too sleepy to not enjoy this.

Even though my dick is out, I try to give all of my attention to him. I rub his belly with one hoof and jerk him off with the other. Every time he closes his eyes, I tap his thigh three times and he begrudgingly opens them back up.

"I know, puppy. It's so so hard. It would be so nice just to fall asleep with your dick in my hoof, I know. We only have a little bit more you gotta stay up, then you can cuddle in my arms and we can go to sleep in our little dog bed. A little bit more."

I have him in a good place. I switch hooves and start jerking myself off too. It feels fucking great, especially after 13 goddamn hours sitting on the plane. I want to sleep so bad, then maybe take a run, but busting a fat one isn't a bad alternative.

I'm stroking us at the same speed for convenience’s sake. I'm not sure my brain could handle two different speeds right now. I realize I'm jerking him off way too quickly when he squirms around like he's about to cum. I pull my hoof away and just focus on myself for a second when I realize I might actually be torturing him. He's lying on his back whimpering, five strokes from cumming, five seconds from falling asleep, and his paws are too clunky for him to finish himself off. He's probably wondering what the hell I'm doing right now, where his owner is, why I'm not attending to him. He whimpers so loudly.

I climb over him and line our dicks up. Never in my college years did I think I'd be dating a guy - I mean, Ed probably saw it coming, but I was just some fratty basketball player. I definitely never thought I'd be lining my dick up with my puppy boyfriend and he'd be inches bigger than me.

I slowly start stroking us both. Reed grabs a pillow and hugs it to his face, his shut eyes peeking over it. Considering just how strained they are, I don't think I have any concern about him falling asleep.

We're both rapidly heading towards orgasm. All I can do is keep myself stable over him and keep jerking us off. He starts panting under the pillow. I realize in my tiredness that I haven't been whispering my sweet nothings like I usually do, so I ramp it back up as I feel his dick begin to pulse with cum.

"Good boy! Good good good puppy. That's my little puppy. You're my little puppy, aren't you? My little puppy cumming for me? Giving me his big load?"

Sure enough, he paints his skirt white with cum. That's all I need to feel myself begin to orgasm too. I let his dick go and grunt.

"Oh, you're so pretty, aren't you? You make me wanna cum so fuckin' badly, don't you little puppy?" And it begins. I grunt. "Gooooood. You're making me cum, little dog. You're making me cum so much little doggy."

Our cum pools together onto his skirt, leaks onto his tummy. I collapse onto him and hold him in my arms. He lets out a satisfied little noise in my ear and I kiss him on the forehead.

"Goodnight, little puppy," I whisper in his ear. "Sweet dreams."

One last yawn and we're out.