I sighed as memories of that night flooded my mind. I woke up to the feeling of something being terribly wrong, looking up and saw him shivering huddling into a ball, looking like he might consume into himself. I stood up and shook him awake.

"Are you okay? I'm gonna climb in with you. You're shivering." I climbed into his sleeping bag beside him. I felt him move closer to me, letting our furs come into contact with each other. I smiled and wrapped my arms around the smaller dog holding him comfortably, having to curl in his sleeping bag, due to him being small for his age and me being bigger for mine.

Half way through the night, I woke up and felt him nuzzling into me. I smiled and laid a lick down his back, not really thinking too hard about what I was doing, getting on my hands and knees, standing over him. I reached down laying a kiss on his nose. He smiled and opened his mouth, turning his head, licking at my neck, I pulled up letting out a soft moan, feeling his tongue lay against my throat, his muzzle connect with mine, as he rolled onto his back and gave me another kiss causing my dong to poke out of it sheath under my black pants. He rubbed my brown, head against his rough/short-furred chest, lying down on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath me with each breath, my eyes slowly closing.

I woke up to the feeling of the smooth fabric of my shirt being pulled up over my head, fully revealing my tan chest, as he snuggled into the warm shapes of my body, causing me to let off a moan in the night, while he rubbed each and every crevice, leaving nothing untouched by his white spotted paw.

I felt his hands leave my body, I sat in silence for a minute feeling nothing. I opened my eyes and saw his paw resting on his stomach, the tips of his fingers pressed under his waistband. He looked up and our eyes met, sliding our hands down into his shorts, as my heat poked out of its home. I let go of his hand and wrapped my middle finger and thumb around his pink tip, sliding down, my hand coming into contact with the edge of his sheath as I slid it downwards, forcing a moan out of him as he quivered at the touch of my cool paws against his warmth.

I placed my paw on back his hand, as it sat under the band of his shorts, and moved it to my navel, sliding it down, the tips of his fingers sliding in. He wrapped his fingers around my hard prick, feeling it flex at his touch, my paw drew out of my shorts and around his band, fur touching fur, pulling his pants down to his ankles, almost squealing in delight as he groped me a little harder, rubbing up and down across my hardness, his shorts came fully off, getting lost somewhere under the sleeping bag. He pulled my pants down, in return, the feeling of undressing him, running through me like a hurricane, making my penis go a little longer, a little harder. Both of us being naked, I pulled Marshall closer to me, my erection touching his, sending me and Chase higher than we ever thought we could go. I felt a bulging in my chest as cried out, releasing something wet all over him, as he released on me, the pleasure overwhelming me, I passed out.

I woke up the next morning on my back, Marshall snuggling into my chest, as the nights events traveled through my head, fear began to cripple my body and I threw him out of my reach and jumped up, my ears going back in anger, tail going between my legs.

"Sorry." I said walking away and locking myself in my room. I sighed and began reading again.

Dear diary, I slept with Chase tonight, again. He didn't wake up and it was so wonderful. Touching him between the legs, feeling him go hard in the night, making him explode whiteness all over the bed. Something about it though just felt so wrong. Touching him there without permission. Giving him pleasure that he didn't request, intimacy without approval. Maybe he did wake up but didn't complain. I don't know but- i don't know. Why do I love do this to him? Do I love him? Am I gay? No gayness is bad. If there was anything that he taught me before he died it was that. I miss my dad Geheimnis. I really miss him. He was a lot like Chase actually but, I never wanted to do to him the things I do to Chase. I love the feeling of his fur against my body, my hand-paw erecting his member, as the scent I love fills my nose, the taste of his wetness on my tongue, his anus surrounding my member. What's wrong with me. Do you think I should talk to Ryder? Me too.

Dear Geheimnis. I tried talking to Ryder but fear overcame me. I'm scared of his reaction but most of all, his disapproval. In the end I told him that I couldn't decide on something. The boy sighed and gave me one statement; "Don't think, just answer." and now I have a confession. I think I love Chase. We're going out tonight as 'friends', dinner, a movie, and then a walk in in the park, talking about nothing in particular. I'm gonna tell him how I feel tonight confess my heart, letting him know that I want to spend every waking moment with him with him, the sleeping moments too. I can do this!

Dear Geheimnis. Its me again not with good news. Everything went as planned until the moment came. I got on one knee and he look at me with an excited/scared look. "Chase" I whispered as fear began to cry out to me, taking me in it's grasps. "I need to tie my shoe." I quickly said, looking down, I heard his footsteps walk away as I tied my laces back into place. I shook my head. I needed to tell him. "Chase?" He turned around and smiled sadly at me. "I know." I tilted my head. He looked at the ground and then at me. "I'll see you tonight." He gave a little wiggle of the eyebrows and then walked away. I don't really know what he meant but I'm pretty sure, he meant our nightly activities. It's 10:00 now and I'm gonna go meet up with him.

Hello Geheimnis. It really has been a while but you're the only person I can talk to about this. First off, mine and Chase's relationship has grown. It's rare a night goes by that I don't sneak into his room, filling my lust with hours of pleasing him. Second, we've got a new member. Added about a week ago, her name is Skye, a really stupid name if you ask me, a cockapoo with creamy fur, a pale belly and chin, glowing pink eyes, and total control over Chase, but he doesn't even see it, blinded by her flapping eyelashes. Last night, I crawled into bed with him, having already lost my shorts, laying licks a long his muzzle making him aware of my presence, but all I got in return was, "Not tonight." Now him telling me that he was tired every now and again, wasn't uncommon but this was the fourth day in a row. Usually I respect his choice and just lay down next to him, falling asleep in each other's arms, not tonight though. I was far, far from soft down under and need some actual release. I began to lay licks along his body, rubbing the sensitive spots I had found during intercourse, ignoring me, I whispered his name into his ear, coolly and erotically, making them twitch, his eyes clamp, and his teeth grit. "You know you want it." taunting him, he huffed and sat up. "Marshall? Can you go to your own bed?" I was dumbstruck. This was new "I'm sorry. I'll just lay down and let you sleep." His head shook, his ears down, eyes shut. "Please just sleep on your own for tonight." My ears flattening, face drooping, eyes wielding tears, I nodded, standing up as the cool air hit my body. Walking to the door, I looked back, maybe seeing an apologetic look, all I saw was the back of his head. I ran to my room to spend most of the night crying into my pillow, screaming curse words at the cockapoo. I hate her! She is a bitch and I don't mean that in a factual way! I'm gonna sleep with Chase tonight weather he likes it or not, even if we don't do anything… exciting, I just want to feel his fur against mine, sniffing in his scent. I need him. Well the sun's coming up and Chase will be up soon.