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flashdoggy:

pupnobley:

puppixel:

pupnovy:

gayboykink:

Are you feeling ill, but do vets scare you…? Why not call Dr. Nobley for an appointment for a super professional pup-to-pup consultation! =D
*grin*

Oh Doctor Nobley…

I have this swelling problem just at my crotch area – can you help me out?

Oh Nobley, it really is a good job i’m not locked at the moment otherwise i’d have just shattered my third cage!!

Can I book in for a full body checkup? Like the super deluxe treatment?

*fans self* I’m feeling very faint all of a sudden

*thoroughly palpates your lymph nodes when suddenly you turn pale*
Seems like your blood’s flowing to the wrong places Pix, maybe you should be locked back up after all for your own safety. *pokes at bulge* Doctor’s advice, y’know. (A)

*grabs elektro kit to zap you back to consciousness*

I’d like to share some of my favorite @pupnobley posts today

This is particularly silly.

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clinicallymoi:

An adorable submission from @subtle-butt-crack 

(This caption is 100% fictional. This is a writing exercise, and does not attempt to assume the identities, sexuality, or personalities of the people in the picture.)

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Hey Sylvie,

Thanks for your e-mail. Things are actually going SUPER well. I was so nervous for absolutely no reason. The first thing Jason did after meeting my mother was gush about her decorating and the house -without me even prompting him – and so she immediately fell in love with him. I could see the suspicion melt off her face. I think she was worried that Jason was going to be a super flame like my last boyfriend with the BIG theatre boy personality, and she was going to be uncomfortable since she’s just a quiet church type lady. I’m really proud of her for being so supportive and accepting of me being gay, despite what some people have said to her at church. I think showing her gays can be ‘normal people’ (as dumb as that sounds, lol) has really made her realize that it’s not a “lifestyle” and that we just want to be treated like any other person.
She told me later that before meeting Jason that she was 100% sure that she rarely ever met a gay person, but now that she realizes gays can be “normal”, now she’s not sure! I was so happy to hear my mom is so forward thinking.
And I know what you’re gonna say – aren’t I pretty normal? Yeah, unless I’m at a Madonna concert, but when it’s your own kid it’s different.

Anyway. Here’s a picture from the Broken Rock Hike near my house. Used to go up here all the time and smoke weed when I was in high school, lol. The leaves are super pretty this time of year. Being from Arizona, Jason had NEVER seen leaves like this close up – it absolutely blew his mind. He kept picking them up and gawking like a child. It was SO PRECIOUS. I took a thousand photos, lol. A nice hiker took this photo of us. Isn’t it sweet? I’m gonna print it out when I get home.
Makes me sad to think Jason was going to spend Thanksgiving at the dorms by himself 🙁 So sad, but he does get to go home to Yuma for Christmas break. My mom and I are helping him buy a ticket home – shh! It’s his present hee hee. I know Jason’s parents have it hard, with his sister being disabled, and the scholarship to Dartmouth is the only thing that got him to college.

He’s a really sweet boy. I really am falling hard for him. I know, I know, college crushes won’t last right? We’re just two years out of high school. But arg, look at that smile! I think even if we don’t work out, which I would be sad about, I *would* be pleased to know I helped Jason moved forward on his journey to adulthood, to independence, and uh, ya know, exploring his sexuality. I know you’d love nothing more than the details, but nuh uh. Won’t happen. I will say that he is such a cuddler though *wink wink*.

Anyway. Hope you are having a nice Thanksgiving abroad in Japan. Could you even buy a turkey there??? I heard on Christmas everyone eats KFC. Is that true? Send pics of your feast! I’m about to go eat ours 🙂

See you back at Dartmouth in January.

Love, and Happy Thanksgiving,

Caspian

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Captions are 100% fictional. Don’t you dare reblog this without the disclaimer, or source please.

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by ccallenreese

pupnovy:

@insertpupname and I having a play…

“So, Jovy, remember my friend Takashi from college?”
Jovy nods.
“This is his pup. Kuro. He’s going to be staying with us for a few days while his
Master is out of town for a business trip. I know he’s a little
different than American pups you’ve met before – he’s a Japanese breed, so he’s a
little smaller than you. Don’t worry though, he may seem reserved but
once he warms up to you he’ll wrestle you until you’re both exhausted.
Go on. Say hello now.”
Jovy instantly loves the mask and wants to make a new friend. He gives Kuro a sniff – a long sniff, cause he had an interesting earthy smell- then he offers a deep “woof!” as a cheerful greeting.
Kuro pops up on all fours, and responds, “Wan!”
Jovy’s so surprised by this that he sits back on his haunches and stares. 
“What?” I ask. “What is it?”
Jovy looks at me, then back at Kuro.
“WOOF!” he says, slow and insistent.
Kuro looks at Jovy expectantly.
“Arf!” Jovy tries again.
“Wan?” Kuro says with a tilt of his head.
Jovy looks at me again, as if it say – ‘some help here?’.
I chuckle. “What? Did it never occur to you that dogs make different noises in different countries?”
Jovy stares at me, blinking under his mask. He shakes his head, bewildered.
I swallow my laughter, cause this is precious. “Well, that’s how they say hello in Japan.”
“Won?” Jovy tries.
“Wan wan!” Kuro barks, tail wagging.
“Wan!” Jovy repeats.
“There you go!” I say, giving Jovy a scratch on his neck. “Good boy. It’s nice to make a friend huh. Why don’t you show him where the toys are kept?”
“Woof woof wan wan!” Jovy responds. He bumps Kuro with his head, and then they trot off together.
I smile. “Can’t wait to tell Takashi about how well they’re getting along.”

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Captions are fictional. Adorable boys!

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puparazzi-photography:

HOWLS! It’s the weekend!

Bethany walked out to the bar’s patio with a tray expertly balanced on one hand. “Hey there Clifford! I thought I heard that distinctive howl.”
“I really don’t know why he feels the need to announce his presence here,” his keeper Archie said with a chuckle. He was being facetious, but Archie really loved it. In real life, Clifford – Cliff – suffered from social anxiety and rarely spoke outside the house. Pupping let him be free.
“I think howling’s just how he tells me he’s ready to order,” Bethany said with a wink “Be right back.”
Archie shook his head, and pulled his pup away from her legs. “You’re such a silly pup.”

Bethany went to drop off the beers at the right table, and returned. “Ok, so water for your pup’s bowl, and for you?”
“Let’s get him the sausage. For me, the wing sampler, with the pickle, and a pitcher of …whatever lager is good. Friend’ s joining me in a few.”
“Gotcha.”
“Be right out. Aww Clifford you are so cute. Good puppy.” She gave him a scritch. Clifford made more howly noises before Archie shushed him, and Bethany ducked back inside.

In this part of town, gay bars weren’t anything unusual, but the Hex was the most notorious of them all for where all the real freaks and perverts hung out. Archie was a regular. Clifford had charmed everyone in the bar, even those who weren’t used to pups. He notified people when they dropped their keys, guarded the women’s bathroom on request from creepy guys, and one one occasion, tackled a man who had been pick-pocketing phones from patrons on a crowded Saturday night. Now he had his own bowl that Hex kept behind the counter, and the staff knew him by name.

Clifford was wagging up a storm when the sausage arrived in a bed of comped fries. Archie cut the sausage and gave it to his boy, smiling at him lovingly as he enjoyed dinner. Archie settled in with his lager and his wings and his friend came soon after. What a beautiful evening, he thought. If heaven existed, it would look a lot like Hex.

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lovehouse:

“you’re my great escape” 👬

Mrs. Martinez gasped and clutched her hands over her chest. “Oh Diego, look at you. you look so handsome.”
He blushed and scuffed his foot, tapping the flowers on his leg. “Hi Mrs. Martinez.”
“Aww look at you,” she cupped his face in her hands. “You are so precious. I’m so happy my son is getting taken to prom by someone so handsome.” He blushed harder. She chuckled and patted his cheek.
“Mary, you’re embarrassing him,” Mr. Martinez teased as he came out of the kitchen. “Give him some space.”
“Hi Mr. Martinez.”
“Hello. God, you remind me so much of me, picking up Mary for prom.”
“You had that growth spurt and barely fit in your pants,” Mary laughed.
“Uh,” Diego said.
“Oh sorry honey,” Mary said. “Where is Mathias? Mathias! Your date is here!”
“ONE MOMENT!” came the yell from upstairs.
“Probably still getting ready,” Mr. Martinez said. “Mathias!”
No response.

“I’ll go get him,” Diego offered.
“Go do that,” Mary said. “Oh let met take your flowers and put them in water.”
“Thanks ma’am.’
"Sooo adorable,” Mary clucked, taking the flowers to the kitchen.

Diego waved to Mathias’s dad and headed upstairs. “Matty?” He stepped on the second level. “Mathiiiaaass~”
“…Diego?”
“Yeah, I came to pick you up. I’m a bit early. Where are you?”
Diego heard a door open. “In here.” He followed the noise around the corner and found Mathias in the bathroom.

Diego stopped in the doorway. He was so used to seeing Mathias in hockey gear or athletic wearthat it was strange and stunning to see him in black slacks and a pressed white shirt. He’d gotten a haircut and was in the middle of styling his hair. Suspenders hung off his shoulders. “Wow,” Diego breathed.
Mathias gaped right back at him. “Wow yourself. You look like you’re getting married.”
“Kinda feels like it,” Diego agreed, unable to stop smiling. “Your hair looks great. Here, can I help you?”
“I need help,” Mathias admitted
Diego chuckled and took up the comb. He doted over his parnter, fixing his hair, gelling it in place. Satisfied, he fixed Mathias’s collar and adjusted his suspenders so they stayed. “There.”
Mathias considered himself in the mirror. “Wow I barely recognize myself.”
“I can’t take my eyes off of you,” Diego admitted. “I can’t believe you agreed to go to prom with me.” He hooked his fingers in Mathias’ pants and pulled him close.
“I still can’t believe you got up the courage to ask me,” Mathias answered. “Oh you’re wearing cologne.”
“It’s my dad’s,” Diego admitted.

Mathis smiled. “It smells good.”
“Thanks.”
Their eyes met and they began to kiss. Diego slid his arms around Mathias and ravished his lips until they were a swollen. He even snuck a selfie in so they’d have a little private memory of their own.

“Mathias! Diego! We have to get going!” Mary called upstairs.
Mathias pulled away and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “Wow.”
“That’s the word of the night huh?” Diego chuckled.
“For sure.”
“Come on, we got a prom to go to. Where is your coat?” Diego asked.
“Let me go get it…”
“Oh, I brought you flowers too. They’re downstairs.”
“Aww you brought me flowers? Come here. You get another kiss for that.”

“BOYS!”
Mathias groaned. “We’re coming mom!”
Diego stole that kiss anyway. “Grab your jacket. Don’t want to be late to our own prom.”

Mathias wouldn’t forget that jacket. In the inside pocket was lube and a condom. His dad had pulled him aside earlier in the night and gave him a “talk”. He was so nervous, but when he thought of Diego, it melted away. Tonight was going to be special.

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puplink:

One squeaky toy for two puppies inevitably leads to some conflicts… *Grrrrrrr*

Sir held his breath as the moment of tension lingered. Both boys were staring each-other down, neither moved. Then, the pup on the right pulled, and the other boy pulled right back, and suddenly they were rolling around the ground in a flurry of limbs and masks. Sir jumped back as not to get caught in the fray. “Calm down boys!” he said, but the pups were wrestling and not listening. The toy was much more important. It wasn’t until one crashed into the bookcase and a book fell on him did Sir put the two boys in time out so they could calm down.

Still, with only one of that toy, he had a feeling his afternoon wasn’t about to get much calmer. He had mistakenly assumed that pupsitting a friend’s boy would keep his own boy busy, and thus work would get done – but Sir was mistaken. He was stuck playing referee! Sir had to admit though, it was fun to watch them…but he just wished they’d get tuckered out and take their naps already!

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the-furry-bin:

Naked in nature

Buck took a perch on the mossy ledge and dangled his feet over the ledge to watch his boy. Every since he spotted the image online, his pup had been begging to go on this camping trip in the woods. Buck couldn’t blame him for wanting – a gay friendly nudity encouraged campground in the beautiful wilderness of British Colombia was the perfect weekend escape from bustling life in Seattle.

His pup Sharky was a water-loving dog, but their backyard wasn’t big enough for a pool. The novelty of a swimming hole was too tempting. Sharky had barely slept last night, so excited by getting camp set up and preparing for the hike the next day.

So why wasn’t he getting in the water? Buck furrowed his brow. At first, he thought Sharky was going to jump in, but then he crouched down and moved away. He stepped around the water, moving a bit like a crab, making concerned ‘rooo’ noises under his mask. 

“What? What is it boy? What’s wrong?”

Sharky pawed at the water, seemingly wanting to get in, but somehow not able to. “Rooo~,” he complained, seemingly distressed.
Buck laughed at his pup’s dramatic behavior. “Honey what’s wrong? It’s not too deep.” He stood up and walked over to where Sharky was crouched, careful not to slip on the slick rocks as water rushed over his ankles. “Well it’s not that cold. Feels pretty good, actually, considering I’m sweating buckets from the hike. Why don’t you want to go in? You begged me to come out -”

Sharky began barking loudly, staring intently at something in the water.
“Good lord what is it?” Buck said, exasperated. He stared at the water, and then he saw motion. “…Sharky, are you scared of the fish??”
Sharky howled at them and pawed at the water, splashing it everywhere.

Buck clutched his belly and laughed. “You big scardey pup! You’re afraid of a few little fishies? Spent too much time in the city did you?” he slapped his knee.
Sharky did not look amused and grumped, sitting with his haunches down by the lip of the pool.
“Well don’t you worry. They’re not going to eat you. They might nibble if they’re curious, but you are too big to be fish food. Your splashing will likely scare them off.”
Sharky gave him a look like he didn’t believe his Master. He was really thinking about it. Buck sighed. Well, considering how much Sharky barked at the moths by the camp last night, this shouldn’t have surprised him.

“Ok, I think I know what to do.” Bucky went back to the moss ledge and ruffled in his bag for a cookie. “Hey – hey Sharky, Look what I got.”
Sharky looked up. He began to wag his tail and made an ‘arf’ sound.
“No, stay. Stay. Sit, Good boy. You want a cookie huh?”
“Arf arf!”
“But you’re not being a good boy are you? You begged me to come out here after you saw this swimming hole online, and you won’t even get in. So I think you don’t really deserve this cookie.” Buck crumbled a bit in his fingers and threw it into the swimming hole.

Sharky went mental at his Master disgracing the cookie. He paced back and forth in frustration, ‘roooo’ing up a storm.
“Roo roo roooo!”
“Yep, the fish are going to get the cookie. I was going to give you one for being brave and trying new things, but since you’re not in the swimming hole to get it, the fish are going to eat it instead.” He threw another piece in.
“ROOOooooooooo!”
Buck smothered a laugh. The desire of Sharky’s physical body was clashing with his mental block “I have half a cookie left.” He broke off another bit and dangled it over the water. “I think the fishies liked the last bits…”

Sharky looked up at the half of the cookie and whimpered. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He turned around, and while looking over his shoulder a thousand times, gingerly slid into the swimming hole backwards. He paused, as if to make sure the fish weren’t going to attack, then he slid down to his waist.

Buck watched from his perch up on the mossy rock. “Oh that’s a good boy!” he said. “Yeah, look at you go! You’re halfway in! Yeah, that’s it. Come here, come get the cookie!”

Sharky glanced at the water, just to be safe, but Master was right – the fished moved away from him. Sharky stuck to the wall and circled the pool, finding fingerholds in the rocks. He stopped right under where Master Buck was sitting, smiling. “Good boy.” Buck lowered his fingers and Sharky lifted himself out of the water to grab the cookie with his teeth. “Arf!” He used wet fingers to push it in his mouth and devour it. “Arf arf!”
Buck gave him another cookie for being adorable. “That’s all for now. Go swim. Go play, boy.”

“Arf arf!” Deciding the cool water actually felt pretty good against his body, Sharky got bold and dog paddled in circles. Buck watched him explore and navigate, experimenting with diving down first and then with floating on his back.
Buck found this delightful to observe. He felt strangely content. Life was pretty great. He snacked on dried fruit and took plenty of pictures of Sharky for his scrapbook.

The heat began to get to him though, and Buck walked down to the pond and joined his pup. When he showed Sharky the tennis ball he pulled out from behind his back, Sharky’s enthusiasm for the water -and water fetch- returned. He forgot all about being scared.

Hell, Buck had a hard time getting Sharky out of the water and had to reach for the cookies again.

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Captions are fictional. Captioned with permission. OP is @the-furry-bin. This nudity-allowed gay campground really exists in British Colombia, Canada. It’s called Shadow Falls Gay Campground.

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“You tired baby?”
“Mmm.”
“I used your pussy pretty hard. You were so horny and hot for me, you must exhausted from working those muscles. Take a nice little nap now,” Leo said.
“I can hear your heart beating, Daddy.”
Leo smiled. “It wants you to hear the echoes. It’s calling for you.”
“I love you Daddy. Until I met you, I always felt unsatisfied as a bottom. I just laid there with my legs up. I’m so happy now to be your other half.”
Leo opened his mouth to reply but a lump in his throat made him pause. He didn’t want his voice to crack out loud. He took a slow breath, steadying himself. “You make me want to be a better top for you. I love you too.”

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Seamus held his breath as the comet traveled upwards, leaving little sprinkles of light in its wake. Then, it exploded into a thousand speckles of white. He screamed and covered his ears in shock.
John tore his eyes away from the spectacle to look at Seamus, his brown furrowed with concern. “Are you ok?”
“I just – oh my god!” Seamus laughed. “It’s so loud! Fireworks are ridiculous!”
“I can’t believe you haven’t seen fireworks before,” John marveled, putting an arm around Seamus.
“Well, not a lot of 4th of July celebratin’ going on in ol Ireland,” Seamus noted. A trio of explosions went off and he gasped. “Oh it made a spiral thing!”
John smiled. He had a hard time deciding what to watch – the fireworks show or Seamus’s face. He had been smitten with that charming, shy boy who came to study at Harvard from a distant, green place. Every since John had spotted Seamus in the library, he’d been infatuated. When John heard that Seamus didn’t have any plans for the 4th of July, he insisted that he come with John for a picnic on the roof of his dad’s work building. They could see nearly every firework in the city of Boston.

And it was just Seamus and Jonathan, up on the roof, all by themselves. Seamus squeezed John’s hand tight and squealed. “I love this!”
John squeezed back. “I do too. Ah, look it made a heart!”
“It did!”

They snuggled close, watching the show. After the display wound down to just puffs of colored light, Seamus looked at Jonathan. Jonathan swallowed. They were so close. Jonathan gazed at Seamus’s handsome face, admiring his sweeping cheek bones and strong nose, and those light brown eyelashes that went on forever. He felt himself lean in toward Seamus as if pulled by a magnetic force. Their lips met, and a swell of happiness filled Jonathan from head to toe. He couldn’t remember a time in his adulthood or life when he’d felt the bliss of love so fully, or experienced a kiss that left him feeling like he could float.

They parted. Jonathan licked his lips. Seamus tasted like flag cake. Seamus was blushing hard. “That was my first kiss in America.”

Jonathan was about to respond, when a long whistling shriek caught their attention. They both looked up as a massive firework exploded in a shower of red, white, and blue. They both jumped at the noise.
“In ainm Dé!!” Seamus shouted in surprise.
“Wow!” Jonathan said at the same time.

The finale left them both captivated and slack jawed as the pyrotechnicians let off everything they had left. When it was finally over, they could hear applause ring all over the city. Jonathan joined them, whooping and clapping.

Then, it was over. They gathered up their picnic, the roasted chicken and potato salad and green beans that Jonathan prepared had almost all been eaten. The two held hands as they rode the elevator down to the first floor.

On the sidewalk, Jonathan called a Lyft despite the price. They dawdled and talked until the car finally came. Seamus pouted after their goodnight kiss. “I had a lot of fun tonight, Jonathan.”
Jonathan glanced at the car, and at Seamus’s face. “Would you like to come back with me and stay the night?”
Seamus brightened. “You mean it, lad?”
Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t want you to go,” he admitted.
For a moment, Seamus looked like he might cry. “Me neither.”

They got into the Lyft together, and went back to Jonathan’s place. They went on to make their own fireworks that night.

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Captions are fictional. Happy 4th of July.