He Was My Puppy Who Liked Peanut Butter and Leashes

A while back, I met this boy named Troye on one of those gay dating apps. We chatted for a bit, went out on a few dates every so often, and much like the story goes for anyone on one of those apps, became intimate with each other fairly soon after.

What can I say? One day we were just making out on his front doorstep and soon enough his hand cupped me from the outside of my pants. How could anyone be expected to just walk away in that situation and go home?

He still lived with his parents at the time so when I whispered into his ear, asking if there was somewhere we could go that was more private, he grabbed me by the hand and led me around into his backyard. That’s where he quietly opened his shed and we took turns getting on our knees, cramped between the workshop table and the lawn mower sitting in the middle of the small wooden room. I know it wasn’t really a romantic place to first give each other head but that didn’t stop it from feeling amazing going home with his cum in my stomach that night.

From there on, every time we hung out we ended our night with shooting our loads into the back of each other’s mouths. It didn’t matter if it was in the backseat of the car, bathroom stall at the shopping center, or our basements when our parents were working. We just liked the taste of each other and we loved the taste of each other’s milk.

By the way, it’s odd how easy it is to have sex in a public bathroom when you’re gay. Back when I considered myself straight, if I walked into a bathroom with my girlfriend, everyone would know something was going on. But with another guy, you can just walk in, fuck, and leave without anyone suspecting a thing. You know, unless one of you shoots their load on the stall door.

Troye was and still is very shy about certain things. I mean, we never called each other anything more than friends but we both knew what we were to each other. He once told me this story of how he was on a date and introduced his ex to one of his friends whom they ran into that night. He introduced the boy as his boyfriend and the boy got so scared off that he dumped Troye the very same night.

Ever since then, Troye became very afraid to call anyone his boyfriend. Troye knew he wanted a boyfriend but was too afraid he would scare anyone new off by introducing them as that title to his friends. So, we both agreed to not call each other that, at least not for now. But that didn’t stop us from having all the benefits of a relationship though.

A few months ago, Troye and I decided we needed a change. He was getting fed up with living with his parents and I was getting tired of only being allowed to do things with Troye if my parents were at work. We were both legally adults so one night, we had a long conversation.

Normally Troye was the starter in our relationship. He was the one to grab my package for the first time, he leaned in for our first kiss, he introduced me to his family for the first time before I did the same in return. But one night we laid there in my bedroom, butt naked under the sheets after blowing each other moments earlier. He had his arm under and around my neck as he laid there complaining about living with his parents. I remember trying to calm him down by brushing his cheek with my thumb and his hair around his ear with my hand.

This time, I wanted to be the starter for a change. So, I asked him something big. “Why don’t you move in with me?”

Taken back by my proposition, he asked if I was sure and after an hour conversation, he finally said yes. But before we started to make plans, I told him that I only had one request. I didn’t care that he would take up most of our closet space. He worked a corporate job where he had to wear dress shirts and ties every day. I worked a more causal office job where I could wear t-shirts and shorts, even in a blizzard. So, I didn’t mind any of that. I didn’t even mind he would eventually take over the kitchen because he loved to try new recipes.

So, when he asked me what my one request was, I told him the truth. “I’m tired of lying to each other, to our families, and to our friends.” I told him.

“What do you mean lie?” he asked in his soft voice seeing that we were still lying on my bed less than an inch or two away from each other.

“I can’t live with my friend. I want to live with my boyfriend.”

“Sure you want to call us that?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Of course.”

“So, I guess that settles it. We’re moving in together.”

That night we searched the internet for apartments in between our two jobs. We didn’t have a lot of money but we both worked for a living and could afford a one-bedroom apartment on the other side of town from where he lived with his parents. It was roughly half way between our jobs and shortly after, we signed on the dotted line. But that wasn’t before making it official and having dinner with both of our families together and telling them we were boyfriends.

Our families were really nice and helped us move in together and unbelievably, we had all our stuff moved into our new place in just one day. I guess our families were happy to have their houses to themselves again.

That night, Troye became the starter again. Once our families were gone, we set up our bed so we could get some sleep. There were still tons of boxes to unpack but we knew that could be a job for the next day. I hopped in the shower and shortly after, he came in the washroom butt naked.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“I thought we’d celebrate our first night together.”

“Ok, hop in, the water’s fine.”

He hopped in the shower with me and began rinsing his hair. I’ve never seen something so normal be so beautiful in my whole life. I took my time admiring him as I slowly started to bend down to get on my knees before him.

“I was hoping now that we have our own place that you’d be open to something more.” He said. And by that he really meant he was hoping my ass was open to something more. Lucky for him, it was. So, I bent over and before you knew it, he slathered his cock with some soap and took his sweet time fucking me doggie style in the steamy shower.

As he was about to blow his load up my ass, he wrapped his arms around my chest and started stroking my rock-hard cock from underneath us as fast as he could with his still-soapy hand. I started feeling him blowing his load deep inside of me and that’s what sent me over the edge as well, erupting my volcano all over the shower floor.

I didn’t mind getting fucked and getting a hand job in return. I knew there would be plenty more times when we could switch roles. We spent the next few weeks fucking each other in every room of our new apartment. Every day it was a different room, a different position, and being sure to take turns getting it in the ass.

As I said, he loved to try new recipes and cook, and I enjoyed helping him cook. But shortly after we got fully unpacked, we started cooking butt naked. We had aprons on of course so that our cocks wouldn’t accidentally get the hot end of something which spilled. I have to be honest, I hate cooking but I got to watch his tight, bubble butt prance around like a master chef every night so I didn’t mind being his assistant. Plus, I kind of liked half the recipes we tried.

But of course, that too turned sexual. One night we decided to make hot dogs and he decided to tease me. In hindsight, I really should have seen that one coming. He wore his apron and started pushing the cooked hot dog down into his mouth and sucked on it, pulling it in and out of his mouth slowly with his hand. I guess you can say that made me happy which is why I flipped him around and fucked him right there as he bent over the counter in our kitchen, still with the hot dog in his mouth the entire time.

Before I shot my load into his ass as I did so many times before, I pulled out and shot my load inside his hot dog bun. Then, as I massaged him, I put my bun right in front of his cock with my other hand so he would do the same. Those were the best damn hot dogs we ever ate. It’s amazing how much better cum tastes as compared to ketchup or mustard.

Eventually, we realized we were having way too much sex. And yes, there is such a thing. We decided we needed to have more romance, go on more dates out in public, and learn more about each other. That’s why we decided to go for walks every morning before work. We’d walk around town for a half hour or so every morning before coming home, taking a quick shower, grabbing a bite to eat and heading off to work.

We loved this side of our relationship so much, we cut back on having sex and just started to watch movies together or binge watch a Netflix show rather than getting naked every night.

Every weekend we took turns choosing a new location to go and hike around at. We normally picked a location less than an hour away from our apartment and normally it was an all-day adventure. We’d spend our Saturdays hiking up a mountain to see the sunset, exploring an abandoned building, or talking a walk through our town park to have a picnic.

I know it sounds odd to some but this was just what our relationship needed. When we got home, we’d have the best sex of our lives because we built up our loads all week waiting for the weekend. And when that moment came, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other all night. Normally that meant we ended up trying new positions and shooting two or three loads into each other’s asses or mouths each Saturday.

But believe it or not, we never got tired of exploring each other’s bodies. We both knew what we liked and didn’t like. That didn’t stop us from time to time trying to spice up our relationship though. One weekend when we travelled far away from our apartment to hike a new area, we decided to rent a room and pretend we were tourists who hooked up for the night. We would call ourselves Bartholomew and Andrew who were just in town for business and needed some relief from the stress their bosses put on them. Fucking Bartholomew in the ass made for quite the fun night. Half way through, I got so into the role, I even forgot his tight ass was the really Troye’s ass and the same one I always fucked.

Role playing was something Troye liked to do. I liked other things such as one time when we hiked up a large hill in the middle of nowhere, I told him I wasn’t feeling well. I ran off behind a tree and put my pants on backwards so my zipper was in the rear. I tied my jacket around my waste so that others we might have passed in our walk wouldn’t notice I had my pants on backwards. Then when we got to the top of the hill, we watched the sunset as I held him from the rear and unzipped his pants. I then told him what I did a few miles back and he unzipped my jeans in the rear, revealing a hole just large enough for him to fuck me against a tree.

So yeah, I guess you can say I really like getting fucked out in public which is why I was the one to suggest, or rather motion we do it in the public restrooms at the local mall. We were just standing there side by side taking a piss at the urinals and I noticed no one was around. So, after I noticed he was done with his stream, I reached my hand down and shook his cock off until all the piss droplets were gone. We then decided to go into the stall to blow each other until the end.

One week though, Troye knew I was overly stressed at work. He heard me coming home every night, tired as ever before. He saw me come home, hop right into the shower and overheard me watching some gay porn on my phone through the washroom door.

In our relationship, we agreed to not do that anymore to ourselves. We had two options. Either we would save up our loads all week that way our weekend excursion could end with a bigger release. Or if we just couldn’t take it any longer and we felt the absolute need to jerk off, we’d simply tell our partner who would take care of it for us with a perfect blowjob. This way, our fantasies wouldn’t be put into watching some unrealistic film of two twinks getting it on but rather our fantasies would be kept on each other.

Troye knew how stressed I was though so he decided not to bring it up or bust my balls on it. In a way, he understood that I needed to be alone so he left me go each night that week.

By Friday, I guess he had enough of me jerking off to some videos online. So, he decided to make a proactive move. That night, I came back home from work and didn’t even notice he wasn’t home yet. Normally he got home before I did. After I hopped out of the shower into our living room area, I started looking around for him. He left me a note saying he would be home late tonight and he had to go to the store after work for some supplies for our dinner which I didn’t think much of at the time.

By the time he came back, I fell asleep watching some television show which got boring a few minutes after I turned it on. It was Troye’s favorite show in the world but each time we watched it together, it became mine too. Not because it got more interesting but because I started to rest my head on Troye’s lap and each time I did, I would fall asleep cuddled up next to him on our couch with my head resting in between his legs and the back of my head lying against his package.

That’s why I turned on that show that night. I wanted to wait for him to come home but as I laid there on the couch, I wanted to imagine he was there with me. And turning on that show helped me imagine he was home as if it were every other night of the week.

I woke up a few hours later on the couch and realized Troye had covered me up with a blanket and made dinner for himself before leaving a note that told me he left some dinner in the fridge for me if I was hungry. Honestly, that’s exactly what I needed. I realized I didn’t need to come home and jerk off. I just needed someone who loved me enough to cover me in case I got cold, to leave me some food in case I got hungry, and who did it all moments after hearing me complain for a whole week about how crappy my job was.

I didn’t eat that night and just decided to quietly go to bed. I grabbed the cover from off the couch, that way I wouldn’t wake him by lifting the covers off the bed to slide in. I just laid down next to him and covered myself before wrapping my hand around him and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, he woke me up with a kiss bright and early in the morning. He told me he had a surprise waiting for me. Something that would get my mind off of everything at work and bring us closer together. So, of course I went along. As I jumped out of bed, he told me that he had breakfast waiting and our bag already packed and in the car. So, I knew it was an overnight surprise and I also knew what that meant – hot as fuck sex with Bartholomew.

After breakfast, I hopped in the passenger seat of the car and asked him where we were going. There was no way he was going to tell me but that didn’t stop me from taking guesses all the way there. A few hours later, we pulled off the side of the road into a dirt parking lot just big enough for two or three cars. But yet, we were the only ones there.

He hopped out of the car and I followed close behind as he grabbed his backpack and started walking up a little trail cut out between the trees. A while after we started hiking up through the forest, we came across an abandoned building. It didn’t have a roof anymore but it was made from sold concrete. It stood three stories high but somehow was still covered in the forest by the tall trees and riddled with graffiti.

Troye pulled a flashlight out from his bag as he told me that he heard about the trail in the forest here but it surprised even him that there was an abandoned building out here. As we made our way into the building, we explored each room and made our jokes about the graffiti left on the walls by other visitors in the past.

Months ago, we made a pact to take a picture of us together during every exploration we went on as a couple. We also decided to take an additional photo of us together if we came across graffiti which was painted in the shape of a dick. We ended up having one scrapbook which we showed to our families and another which was rightly titled “The Big Book of Dick Pics”. And here was no different, with a dick painted on the wall, I pulled out my phone and took a picture of us standing together in front of it.

After a few laughs, we explored further into the building. He told me he had to take a piss so he ran out the room we were exploring in and down the hall. After a few moments, I heard him coming back and looked out the hall to spot him coming down the stairs.

“I thought you were taking a piss.”

“I was” he replied, “I wanted to piss out the second story window.”

“You know you’re lucky I love you.” I replied as we laughed it off.

Eventually, we made our way to the second floor. At the very end of the building, opposite the concrete stair steps, there was yet another abandoned, dust covered room which was darkened by having no windows and another floor above.

I noticed Troye backing away and into another room off to the side of the one at the end of the hall as I walked into the last room and shined my flashlight around to see what was inside. As I stood there in the concrete doorway, I couldn’t help but notice the lit candles lining the floor which were arranged in the shape of a heart. In the middle of the candles was our picnic blanket and a basket of what I could only assume was filled with lunch.

Before I could turn around, Troye came up from behind me and started putting something around my neck before clipping it with a clasp behind my head. As I looked down to see what it was, his strong hands grabbed me by the waist and spun me around on the dirty floor. He noticed I was shedding a few tears which he quickly wiped way with his fingers.

“Here, I want you to have this forever.” He said as he handed me the loop-end of a leash. A leash which ran down and back up and connected onto a collar around his neck. I know it sounds odd but he was wearing a black, leather dog collar. And on his collar was a heart-shaped, metal tag with writing on it. I quickly held it up for myself to read the inscription. It read “Property of Alex”.

He then pointed at the collar he placed around my neck and held it up as he read from it, “Property of Troye”.

Playing dumb, I asked him “Why are you handing me a leash?”

“Because” he replied, “weeks like this show me I can love you through the worst life can throw our way. And I wanted you to know that no matter how stressed out you get, all you need to do is tug on the leash and I’ll be there. Whether that means you just need someone to talk to, or maybe you need someone to release some pressure and blow you without expecting the same in return, or whether that means sometimes you just need to be reminded of how much I love you, I’m going to be at the end of the leash. So, all you need to do is tug on it and I’ll come running.”

Troye was taller than I was but that didn’t stop me in that moment from getting up on my tippy toes and giving him the biggest kiss I ever gave him.

“So, wait – you set this all up?” I asked him.

“I heard about this pace a while ago so I called off work yesterday and drove up here to set this all up. Even stopped on the way to get these collars made for us, you know – for when we’re feeling really horny and wanna roleplay.”

“This is like three hours from home though.”

“Yeah, which is why I figured by the time we get here, we would be hungry enough to have lunch.”

I turned around and walked over to the picnic basket in the middle of the room, stepping over the candles on the way. I was still holding his leash so he was forced to follow me over. As I opened the basket up, all I could see was a jar of peanut butter which I held up with my hand and looked back at him with a confused look on my face.

“Do you know why I made dog collars instead of necklaces for us?”

“No.” I said, still confused as to why there was only one jar of peanut butter but no bread or jelly in sight.

“Because I want to be your puppy and I want you to be mine.”

“That still doesn’t explain the peanut butter.”

“Well, I’ll be a good little puppy” he said as he knelt down and rested on his knees and his two hands like a puppy on all four paws. “And good little puppies like peanut butter.” He continued to say in a more seductive and cute voice, “They lick it off of anything, no matter where you put it. I'm the kind of puppy who especially likes licking peanut butter off of hot dogs. But today, I only have my owner’s giant hot dog to eat.” He said as he began biting my package through my jeans.

I finally realized what he meant and I looked down at him and smiled before unbuckling my pants and dropping them to the ground. He grabbed the peanut butter jar from my hand and started to open it up.

I quickly interjected, “I love where you’re going with this but before we start putting peanut butter on each other, can we take off our clothes so we don’t get them dirty?”

He looked up at me and replied, “Ruff, Ruff!”

“Fucking hell, you’re hot right now!” I said as we started to take off our clothes and throw them over in the corner, away from the candles.

I grabbed the peanut butter jar off of the lid of the picnic basket, which we rested it on while we took off our clothes and opened it to reveal the brand-new jar. I aimed it in the direction of my fully-erect cock and pushed it down until my dick was fully inside. It was cold as hell on my dick but it felt fucking amazing. After a second of holding it there, I slowly slid it off my cock.

It honestly looked as if we were trying to make a mold of my cock in the peanut butter and my cock looked like a peanut butter ice cream cone with a swirl on the top.

Troye took his time licking the peanut butter off of my sack, then every inch of my long shaft, before sucking on my tip and swirling around the peanut butter all round my mushroom tip. It took him a solid 15 minutes to get everything licked clean off my shaft.

He looked up at me like a sad little puppy in the window that he was all out of peanut butter. So, I grabbed the jar and stuck two fingers in, right where my cock penetrated moments ago, grabbing as much as I could on my fingers. I slathered the peanut butter all across my neck, put some on my nipples and dipped in my fingers one more time to slather some more on both my ass cheeks.

Troye started licking the peanut butter off of my ass cheeks. When that was all gone, he again looked up at me like a sad puppy.

“There’s plenty more.”

“Ruff!” he replied.

“Oh, haha. I guess you can’t reach that can you?”

He shook his head and I bent down on my knees. That’s when he started to lick my neck clean before moving onto my nipples. This was the longest we ever spent in foreplay before and my dick was ready to explode.

“Turn around.” I called out as an order. He followed my order but not before taking a giant wad of his spit and lathering up my cock, knowing what I was about to do.

Him and I were now on all fours and I got on top of him and wrapped my arms around him, trying to hold on for balance. I began fucking him like a dog would hump another dog – no hands. His ass was tight but he was used to my cock by now, just like I was used to his. So, we no longer had to take our initial penetration slow to allow the other time to get over the pain. Because with him, there was no pain anymore. Our asses finally got their shit together and realized every once in a while, – well, actually once a day or week – they’re going to have to take a cock and make it cum.

Because of all the foreplay we did, it didn’t take me long to get to the breaking point. I called out to my little puppy, “You want some milk to wash that down with?”

I heard him call out, “Ruff!” while shaking his head up and down.

I quickly jumped off of him and he turned around, wrapping his lips around my cock which still must have tasted like peanut butter and his ass mixed together. He slid his mouth down my shaft and I started shooting my load into the back of his throat with force in every shot.

Once I was milked dry, he pulled his lips off of me and held his tongue out, up in the air, covered in my white juices. He again looked up at me with sad puppy eyes.

“You can drink it if you want boy.” I told him.

He quickly put his tongue back in his mouth and swallowed every drop. That’s when he started to yet again look up at me and tell me what he wanted next in one more “Ruff, Ruff!”

I didn’t know exactly what he wanted but I sort of had the suspicion he wanted to have me return the favor. I grabbed the peanut butter jar and he bent his body upright but still was on his knees. I bent down on all fours and pushed the jar onto his cock, covering him with sweet peanut butter. I then dipped my hand in to lather some on his neck and his nipples before starting to lick it off of his neck first.

I took my time licking bit by bit off and swallowing. I sometimes bit onto his neck leaving little red bite marks. I circled his nipples with my tongue which drove him crazy. I then moved onto his cock where I licked his balls first then started working my way up his shaft, inch-by-sweet-inch. After he was licked clean, I shoved my head down onto his shaft a few times, pushing his dick deeper into my throat than I ever did before.

I heard him from above me, call out my order to “Turn around boy.”

I pulled off of his dick and looked up at Troye before growling at him with an angry face, “Rrrrrrr!”

“What’s wrong boy?” he asked me.

I plunged my entire hand into the jar of peanut butter once again, covering it with butter.

“Oh, you want more. Okay then, you can eat it.”

I looked up at him and shook my head from left to right while calling out, “Ruff!”

Oh, you want me to eat it.”

Again, I looked up and shook my head from left to right. I motioned my head in a circle.

“Oh, you want me to turn around. But why?”

“Ruff!”

“Okay, I’ll turn around.” He did as he was asked, still on his knees.

I moved forward and started smelling his ass like a real puppy would smell his partner before humping him. He bent over and got on all fours again. I took my peanut butter-covered hand and rubbed it all over his man-pussy and crack of his bubble butt.

I started licking the peanut butter off of him and took extra time licking the ring around his hole which I’ve heard gives the receiver immense pleasure. And apparently it worked because it wasn’t long before I pulled off his ass and saw precum oozing out of his mushroom tip and dripping onto the picnic blanket below. Where it was dripping sat a giant puddle of liquid which had accumulated the entire time I was licking his ass.

Him and I regularly shaved each other’s asses and cocks to ensure we were provided a smooth ride and didn’t have to have any hair in our mouths but this was the first time him or I ever tried eating each other’s ass and I cannot believe I was the one to do it first. But in that moment, I felt it was only right. This was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me and I wanted him to know how much it meant to me. And yes, eating his ass was the only option.

He hopped up and asked me, “You want some milk to wash that down?”

“Ruff” I replied in my soft voice and puppy eyes starting up at him. I grabbed my ass with my one hand behind me and I motioned my head in the direction of my ass.

“If I hump you, I’m going to shoot in your ass and you won’t be able to drink it boy.”

“Ruff, Ruff!” I said as I had an idea and grabbed the peanut butter jar once again and held it out in front of him.

“In here?”

“Ruff!” I said as I shook my head up and down.

He slowly stroked himself with only one or two strokes before he started shooting his load into the deep crevasse we had made in the middle of the jar with both our dicks. When he was finished I grabbed the jar from his hand and drank his milk like it was my morning coffee.

We kept that jar, by the way. We had peanut butter toast every morning before work for the next two weeks, still using the peanut butter in that same jar. Every time, I had a hint of the taste of his cum on my toast.

But that day after we both had our fun, he asked me, “Did you like that?”

“I loved being your puppy. We need to try that again sometime soon.”

“Yeah, maybe this can be a regular roleplay thing we do.”

“I’d love that and I love you for setting all this up for me.”

“You want to clean all this up and then we’ll get out of here and get some lunch?” he asked me.

“I sort of have a problem.”

“What that?”

I looked down which caused him to look down at my cock too. It was now rock-solid again from having eaten his ass moments ago.

“Well, how can we take care of that?” he asked.

“C’mon. I know how.” I said as I pulled him by the leash into another room on the second floor of the building. This room had a big window overlooking the rest of the forest. I pulled him beside me standing in front of the window. “The one who’s cum makes it the shortest distance has to drive home.”

“Oh shit. You do like cumming in public.”

We both started stoking ourselves and soon enough I exploded out the empty, concrete-outlined window and onto the ground below. He wasn’t too far behind me, shooting off his load further than mine, hitting a tree across the dirt pathway.

We extinguished all the candles, packed everything up in our backpack and found our clothes over in the corner.

“Um, Alex.”

“What’s up?” I said as I was cleaning up candles.

“We threw our clothes right into a giant puddle in the corner. They’re soaked.”

“Well, you packed us clothes in the bag in the car, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s right next to the road. So, one of us is going to have to be butt naked and run to the car.”

“I’ll go.” I said as I grabbed the keys and ran down the trail to the car. While I was gone, Troye put our dirty clothes in the picnic basket along with the cum-soaked picnic blanket. He took off his collar and leash and put them in our backpack, knowing we would be using them many times in the future.

I waited for the last of the cars to pass, clicked the button to unlock the doors and ran for my life to get inside the car. Luckily no one saw me. I hopped in the back and put my dry clothes on. Then I grabbed the bag and headed onto the trail to give Troye his clothes.

I got back to the building where he was waiting. He put his clothes on and we took all of our belongings back to the car before heading out.

A little way down the road, we stopped to grab some lunch at a local diner. It was a new place we never heard of before, let alone tried. We walked in and sat down. Before our waitress came over to the table, Troye called out to me, “Alex, your neck.”

“What?” I said as I raised my hand and felt my neck trying to see what he was talking about. “Shit!” I said as I quickly unlatched my collar from the back and stuffed it into my pocket.

A few minutes later, our waitress came to the table and asked what we wanted to drink. After taking our orders, she walked away.

“That was a close one” Troye said to me in complete relief.

The woman came back to our table a moment later with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order.

“Sure.” Troye replied. “Can I have a burger with fries?”

“How would you like that?” she answered.

“Well done please.”

“And for you?” the waitress said as she turned her attention to me. “I’m guessing you want a bone?”

I just bowed my head down and smashed it against the table in complete embarrassment.

“Don’t worry son. It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen in this truck stop diner, believe me. Plus, you two look like you really love each other and you make a cute couple.

“He’ll have the same, please.” Troye said to her as I was too red-faced to look up.

I mumbled under my breath to Troye, “Ruff.”

“Seriously, you want a hot dog right now?” He said as him and I started laughing our asses off. We even got our waitress to start laughing.

I looked up to her with my cherry red face and told her, “No, actually the burger’s fine. I just wanted to lighten the mood a little.”