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Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2007 23:39:00 -0600
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 7

Warning! Warning!  What follows is a story of dog on male sex, dominance,
homosexuality, watersports and various other alternative sexual practices.
If it is illegal in your area to read about this close the page and write
your congressperson.  If you are disturbed by this type of activities I
hope you find something more to your tastes elsewhere.  This is the
continuing tale of Dan, Rafa, Cho, Sean and Ivan, various other dogs and
people and is within a few months of present time.  This set of the story
will probably end about the middle of June, once I have finished them I
will add what has happened in June through November if I don't return to
writing my other stories.  As I've stated before, I will allow those that
wish to believe this is fiction to do so but I will attempt to tell the
story the best I can remember it happening.

Going to Work 7

There was so much that Keith wanted to experience and learn that I knew one
night together would not be enough.  I had to make a hard decision about
what I wanted and how much I would be willing to teach him, like I could
stop once I started.  Over dinner I tried to learn what his most basic
desires were and to put his education in a natural order.  Unfortunately
for Ivan and Sean the natural order started with me exploring Keith.  Over
steak, potatoes and beer Keith and I agreed that everything he wanted to
learn would be best learned by having me procede and for him then to follow
up with repeating the lesson. With that understanding I took Keith to the
living room and single swipe by single swipe taught him how to give a long
slow blow job that had the recipient screaming to cum.

I don't want to sound pedantic or technical, but I began with my tongue
teasing his balls and progressed the way many of the army of fellow
cocksuckers have for thousands of years.  Although he had spontaneously
orgasmed less than an hour earlier Keith was soon squirming and pouring
ropes of honey sweet cum over my tongue.  As much as I wanted to selfishly
enjoy the warmth and sweetness I knew that I needed to share his cum with
Keith so that when he tasted the first gushers of my cum on his tongue he
wouldn't gag.  I needn't have worried, when my lips and tongue met Keith's
he latched onto me as if he was having his first taste of life.

The rest of the first night was a sucking cumfest.  Everyone on earth has
heard the description of teenaged boys being young, dumb and full of cum,
the words fit Keith more than they had ever fit me.  That night showed me
what so so many people long for, the wedding night with the couple having
the first opportunity to express themselves sexually.  I know that is an
old fashioned concept but it was so true about the eagerness with which
Keith took to sucking and giving me load after load of his cum.  We didn't
crawl out of my bed until time to eat lunch.  Like with Sean and Ivan, all
I needed to do was roll over on my stomach and Keith dove tongue first
between my butt cheeks and feasted on the flavor that had built up over
night an even better wake up performance than the dogs.  With his mouth
working me front and back and top to bottom is was a battle to leave the
bed.

I have tried to give you a sense of Keith's determination to learn about
sex and the willingness he has to please me.  What I haven't done yet is
give you much of a physcal description of him.  Although his license says
he's eighteen going on nineteen he facially appears to be about fourteen or
fifteeen.  He is about five six and one hundred and fifty pounds of muscle.
I've never asked, but the other day he was here in Levi's, preshrunk, with
a twenty eight inch waist; being preshrunk that probably means his waist is
about twenty seven inches?  I would bet on another ten to twelve inches on
his chest, maybe more.  His butt is two very full hands full of smooth,
solid flesh.  With all he has going for him he was slightly shortchanged
when it comes to cock, it is probably five inches long and as big around as
a quarter with oversized balls.

He is towheaded and was gifted with the hair patterns that I think most
attrac-tive on a young man, he has no hair between his head and naval. It
is natural smoothness, not created by Nair or shaving.  His pubic bush is a
shade darker than the hair on his head and crowns his dick.  Those
oversized balls are hair-less as are his thighs.  Then his calfs have a
light dusting of the whitest hair you can imagine.  To find the light
sprinkling of white hair he has around his ashole you need to pry the
globes of his ass apart and search hard, it is almost nondetectable with
your tongue: if he is still coming by two weeks after Thanks-giving there
will be no hair there to find, I prefer a hairless ass and will insist on
removing the little he does have.  I'll probably use a straight edged
razor, if I'm not convinced to wax him.

I was pleased with everything about Keith that first morning.  My balls
ached from the four loads of cum he'd drawn from them, he seemed ready to
keep going although he'd returned seven to me.  I was reminded of the days
when I was the school cocksucker and had some guys three or four times
between lunch and getting on the bus to go home.  If I'd been grading him
that night he might have started with a C-, by the time I fed him a painful
amount of the night's piss at the breakfast table instead of allowing him
orange juice he had progressed to a B+.  With another few weeks of practice
he is going to turn into a world class cocksucker.

Not having any clothes to wear out of the house didn't seem to bother him.
He walked down the street with a smile on his face and half a hardon.  I
could have offered him a pair of shorts, but I wanted to see what he would
do and let him know that he needed to prepare for his lessons, at a minimum
put extra pants in the Camaro.  He wanted to return that night, but I told
him to take a week and think about what we had done, what he wanted to do
and what he had seen me doing with my dogs.  I would have liked to take him
back to bed after lunch and screw him through the wall, but I knew that he
should have the chance to find someone his own age before I took advantage
of his naivete'.  This makes me sound much older than Keith, in reality I'm
just six and a half years his senior.  Still at eighteen six years is a
third of your life, enough to make me seem ancient if he is ageist.  Or one
dog year if you're a zoo.

I must have screwed up telling you about the first time I met Keith, it was
not just a few days before Halloween, but the Friday prior.  By Sunday I
was ready for him to return.  If he'd broken the deal I'd made with him I
would have taken him in.  I was a bitch, Sunday evening after I was
finished preparing for my Monday classes I went out on the back deck and
made a show out of letting Ivan and Sean mount me from both ends,
repeatedly.  If Keith was watching, I sincere-ly hoped he was, he was
getting a lesson in how to treat the big hounds.  The night before
Halloween, Wednesday I think, I was again out on the back porch trying to
tempt and teach Keith but also satisfying two horny dogs.  Tuesday I had
installed extra lights so Keith would have a better view of what was
happening.

Being out as far in the country as I am I didn't expect any trick or
treaters on Halloween, so I didn't buy any candy and left the light off out
front that night.  About eight-thirty Sean and Ivan started barking and I
heard a car motor being turned off.  I figured on leaving the dogs bark and
ignoring the intru-sion.  Something made me change my mind and when I
opened the door there was Keith, not in costume holding out a bag and
yelling trick or treat, painted on his chest were the words 'take me I'm
yours'.  In his left hand was a tube of K-Y and in the other hand a collar
and leash.  Shit, when you have such a delic-ious piece of meat offering
himself to you six days is close enough to a week.  I wasn't in love with
him, but I was happy to see him and exuberantly pulled him to my chest to
wrap him in a tight hug.  Sure of what I was being offered I let first one
and then the other hand drop down and massage his butt cheeks and then
slowly separate them enough so my fingers could play around, on and in his
ass ring.

The shivers and spasms that rose up his back as my finger pressed against
his ass ring ended up bouncing against my chest straight through his
nipples that had stood at attention with the first light touch.  "Have you
been spying on me the last few nights?  Have you seen the shows I've been
putting on with Ivan and Sean, they were for you.  I want you to know what
is possible."  I was only trying to speak with Keith to calm my own
reaction to the body in my arms, I was afraid that if I entered him without
slowing down I would be unable to hold back long enough for him to get any
real enjoyment.

The plan had been for Keith and I to suck each others' dicks that first
night, fuck the second and then add the dogs to our activities the third.
Handing me the heavy leather collar and chain leash had made me think Keith
wanted to rene-gotiate our plan.  Except I was in no mood to negotiate,
after I fastened the collar and snapped on the leash I ordered him to his
hand and knees.  The absolute control I held over him was intoxicating.  To
calm myself down I did the opposite of what many people do, I dropped my
clothes and told Keith to fold them , put them by my bed and join me in the
kitchen.

I went to the kitchen to stand in front of the open refrigerator, the only
way I could think of that would let me back away from cumming too early.  I
was bent over reaching for a beer when Keith still on his hands and knees
silently nosed up behind me and pushed his face to my ass, all I could do
was praise him for being a good dog and let him lick my asshole for the
time it took me to finish a beer.  The refrigerator had done its job and so
had Keith, if the boy had ever fucked an ass before that night I would have
been begging him to stand up and take me.  Rather than starting the hot
action that I really wanted I grabbed a second beer, his leash and headed
to the back porch.

"Sean and Ivan have enjoyed a little more sex this week than they have been
having over the last month.  One of the good parts of that is that they
remember to follow the orders that they have heard so many times.  Can you
say the same for yourself?  Tell me about what you learned last week when
you spent the night with me."  I suppose it is a hangover of my employment
that I required Keith to reiterate what he had done and what I'd tried to
teach him.

For about fifteen minutes Keith talked to me about what we had done the
first time we were together, including his knowledge that if he wanted
anything sexual to happen between us that he needed to do exactly what he
had done in the kitchen and to keep doing it until I told him he could
quit. As he proudly told me everything he remembered I was shocked at how
much it sounded like I was training a slave, not a gay lover.  With Keith
kneeling at my side I called Ivan up the steps.

"You did well on repeating your first lesson.  Now it is time to see if you
have remembered how to give a blow job, since you told me you are anxious
to learn what I get from having sex with the dogs you are going to blow
both of them.  Since neither of them has been prepped or excited by what
they've seen I want you to crawl under Ivan and give him a nice slow blow
job.  Start by licking and sucking his balls."  For a moment I had
forgotten that Keith had only seen me sucking off the dogs from a distance.
Then I remembered that he had been using a telescope to spy on me so his
view might have been closer than anyone that hadn't been sharing those
dicks with me.

I had chosen Ivan because he had very sensitive balls and started getting
hard with the first swipe of a tongue on them.  Of the two dogs Sean was
more prone to fuck and Ivan was happier to have his dick sucked.  That's
not to say that Sean won't stand still for a blow job, he simply tries to
get to your ass and only changes direction after being guided away.  I had
never experienced it, but I had heard of boys saying they wanted to have
sex with an animal and when the opportunity arose chickening out, I wonder
every time I'm with someone that says it will be their first time what will
happen.  Keith was as good as his word, he was anxious to get under a dog
and get his first taste of dog cock and dog cum.

Not only did he lick the balls like I ordered, Keith also took both of them
in his mouth at once and sucked onto them unto Ivan was fully out of his
sheath and beginning to swell.  Keith appeared hypnotized by the dick
rubbing against his face.  As he turned to get at the tip of the rapidly
brightening dick he was unable to keep from running his tongue up, down and
around the shaft.  By the time he was in place to take the tip of Ivan's
dick in his mouth there was a string of precum dangling almost to the
ground which he gobbled greedily.  That first taste of animal fluids is
shocking and often makes the sucker to hesitate before the desire to suck
his dog overcomes the taste.  That wasn't the case with Keith, he drew the
precum into his mouth and attacked the cock like it had been waiting for
him all his life.

Keith only had half of the cock in his mouth when I realized that Ivan was
not going to allow him to draw out the action.  Ivan's back started
hunching and he started humping at the wet hole, he had barely bounced five
or six times when I saw that his knot was hitting Keith's lips which let me
know that the tip of his dick was hitting the back of his throat or
possibly lodged in it.  I was finish-ing my third beer of the evening about
then and the need to piss was boiling up inside me.  Keith had already been
indoctrinated in drinking piss, he had almost begged me the first time we
talked to drown him in my hot waste.  Not surpris-ingly, with all the
experience I had with other men and dogs almost all of my piss experience
had been as the recipient, one of the things I had learned was that after
drinking piss the greatest pleasure was either great piss up my ass or
beating on my asshole.  Not worrying about the deck I stepped behind Keith
and let loose a blazing stream of gold that I aimed directly at the hole I
intended to fuck all night.

It may have been the piss or it may have been Ivan started to unload in his
mouth, at that very moment Keith sprayed the deck with a puddle of creamy
white cum.  If I hadn't been training him I would have been on my knees
licking it up. However I left the puddle cool, I had until Ivan finished
cumming to decide whether Sean or Keith would be licking up the boy spunk.
I envied them both the chance to drink the sweet white sperm floating in my
piss.  Ivan pulled away and went out onto the grass and laid down to lick
his knot and dick.  I didn't wait ten seconds, I first told Keith to lap up
the mess he'd made (although the real mess was the piss I sprayed on the
deck).  Whether he was savoring the piss and cum or was trying not to get
splinters in his tongue, I was unhappy with the slowness of his actions and
called Sean up the stairs to help him.

Dogs and piss are a strange combination.  Every boy that has ever owned a
male dog knows that the dog will go after his piss.  Either he will lick at
the grass where the boy pissed or will try lapping it out of the air.  Sean
was one of those that would let you piss directly in his mouth and not stop
lapping it up until every drop was gone.  Even with his dick sticking our
and Keith's head in the way Sean greedily worked at getting the puddle
cleared.  As soon as he looked up at me with the look that I always took as
one of appreciation I or-dered Keith to see how fast he could make the dog
cum using only his mouth.  I had calmed down enough that I allowed myself
to step in front of Sean and let him lick my balls and cock while Keith
worked at full speed under the hound.  It didn't seem to take long before
there was a flood of cum pouring out of Keith's mouth down over his chin.
I might have laughed if it wasn't such a sexy sight.  Sean is one heavy
cumming dog, there is no way I can hold all his cum so I wasn't surprised
to see Keith's face covered with it.

Sean was in the grass laying alongside Ivan, both dogs were still licking
their dicks and occassionally helping their friend.  The wolfhounds have
never shown any interest in a stray female or even the shepards that
they've met at Al-bert's, they have acted like I caught them mounting each
other a few times and they both accepted Cho mounting them without much
fuss.  If there is a way to tell that dogs are predominately gay I'd like
someone to try telling me that they aren't.  Keith was still licking the
cum off his face, chest and the deck when I heard the doorbell ring.  I had
forgotten that Dr' Dick's boyfriend had promised to drop by if the party at
the firehouse was over.