Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2007 12:18:12 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 8 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 8 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 Albert'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. Roosevelt was the only one of the people I'd met at Albert's place with whom I had developed any relationship. While Tim was living with me we just talked on the phone or by internet a few times a week. Soon after Tim moved to his brother's, Roosevelt would come by and hint at sucking off either Cho or after Ivan and Sean moved back the wolfhounds. Cho I would never have shared and I let him know that, but Sean and Ivan were different. I was fond of the wolfhounds and would not give them away or sell them, but I was not in love with them the way I had been with Cho or much earlier Griff. After Tim reported back for duty I let the only friend I had in town give the boys a blow job once in a while and even more seldom get fucked. Roosevelt didn't need to share Sean and Ivan with me, Dr. Dick always had a few shepards and a horse or two around. It wasn't readily apparent, but I soon realized that Roosevelt was coming over to share the wolfhounds with me because he had a crush. I had been alone, without Tim, for about a month and wasn't having a good night when Roosevelt first offered to stay the night and comfort me. Did he ever! I had not planned on leading him to cheat on his lover, When he crawled into bed naked and held me to his chest there was nothing I could do but give him anything he wanted. What that was, was my ass. Not just once, not twice, but off and on all night. Once lodged in my ass he didn't pull out until the alarm went off in the morning and Ivan and Sean jumped on the bed for their early morning feast on my ass, that morning with the addition of lots of well stored hot cum. I suppose I should tell you a little about Roosevelt since he is a major part of the next chapter in Keith and my life. You already know he's a zoo, an African-American and Dr. Dick's lover, he is from West Virginia and would spend all day everyday on his knees for dogs if he could. He is light cocoa, barely darker than a new baseball glove, his balls, plenum and the rim around his asshole are close to a purplish brown, not mauve but a color that draws your attention like no other. He's a little taller than me, probably six-one, weighs about one- eighty-five, tight waist and hips but broad chest and shoulders. Don't get impatient, I'll tell you about his dick. His skin is smooth, I have never seen a pimple or an imperfection. Pyschologically he has a self image problem, so he keeps all hair that is not generally covered by clothing shaved and he's been known to shave the rest if he's going to be putting on a show at one of Albert's parties. On each side of his torso, right and left, he has stars tattoed about two inches apart; they are all different colors, he has a new one tatted every time he takes a horse and the color is supposed to match the stallion. One night I tried counting the stars, I stopped at thirty-two: there have been more added since. Everytime I think to thank God for making men I add a special addendum about how 'he' outdid himself when he created the family line that gave birth to Roose-velt. That might make you think I'm going to tell you he's hung like a horse or has bull balls. Neither is true. Rosey has just a little over six inches of perpetually hard dick, it is about as big around as a tube of toothpaste and is uncircumsized. His balls hang a bit lower than most guys', they easily fit into your mouth and roll around on your tongue. Because he is meticulous about hygiene and shaving his balls are a treat that I try to enjoy every time he visits even if we aren't going to fuck or suck. There is a second treat to his balls, they put out more cum in eight hours than I have ever seen one man shoot for another. Between two dogs that both put out a ton of cum and another man that can shoot nearly as much and me that always shoot at least six thick and heavy ropes of cum I knew that Keith was going to be drowning in sperm and piss before I left him head home to his father's. What I didn't know when Rosey walked in the house was that he had plugged his ass to keep three loads of dog cum inside. He joined Keith and I on the deck, I had told him about the first night we'd spent together and our plans for the second night so when he saw Keith trying to clean the cum off his face he wasn't surprised but asked about what had happened to our plan. We sat talking and drinking beer for awhile, both of us using Keith instead of going to the bathroom. Keith was a bit hesitant to put his lips around Roosevelt's dick, after being ordered a second time he did as he was told. Watching Keith drink piss got me ready to let him suck me again. I had been holding off for at least forty-five minutes so when he worked my dick he didn't really have to work too long to get the cum he wanted. "You told me that this kid was just learning. If this a novice cocksucker I sure I want to meet him when he is thirty. Is he your lover?" Roosevelt was always asking me questions I didn't want to answer or didn't have the answer for. I looked at Keith with his tongue hanging out and knew that what I'd been thinking about our relationship earlier was true. "Rosey, I think Keith is going to be my slave when he's fully trained. He has a lot to learn. But I would like you to tell me what you think of his ability as a rimmer." Keith's eyes bounced back and forth my mouth and Roosevelt's crotch. Until I glanced between Rosey's legs and saw the butt plug I wasn't sure what Keith was thinking. "Care to rest on the chaise lounge or would you like to lean against the table?" "Man, you know I'd like to lean against the table. That way you can get at my dick while he's licking my ass. Of course if you don't want to, there is always Sean or Ivan." "Maybe you'd like having them both lapping at you." I knew that Roosevelt would shoot his load within a minute if the two dogs were working on his balls and dick. It was too exciting for him to be with more than one at a time and he'd never learned to control himself with two or more tongues lapping at him. Of course he would stay hard and the dogs would not stop licking him. He would become too sensitive to allow Keith to continue rimming his butt after giving one load to two dogs. I only had said it to tease Rosey. I was horny enough myself to suck him without the invitation. By the time Roosevelt had himself positioned against the table and had his butt pushed out far enough for Keith to get at his asshole without using his hands I could see that he was leaking fluids out around the butt plug. "Hey guy, I thought you had that plug in because you didn't want fucked, but it looks like you already have a barrel of cum or piss up your chute. That must have been a good party, how many dogs did you take?" I had guessed that he had been taking dogs not men. Roosevelt generally is happier about getting the shepards and an occasional Dane to fuck him than he is with anyone other than Dr. Dick. I'm not even sure that I've ever heard him talking about cheating on the vet with another guy, just dogs and horses. Yeah he fucked me and got a few blow jobs but they define cheating as getting fucked by a man not in their relationship, I always thought that meant they could take one person home with the two of them and they would not consider it cheating but never pushed it. "Please, easy taking that plug out and hurry getting your slave tp work, you have me too ready. I'll tell you about it while he drinks the piss and cumm those dogs left." That time I didn't have to tell Keith twice. As soon as the plug popped out his tongue was at the opening. "Dick watched me getting fucked and tied with Gustav, the Dane that guy visiting Albert brought with him. Then my lover got jealous and filled me with a load of his cum and piss. That was good, I needed cleaned out. After I voided myself I was ready for the rest of the evening and Dick didn't care how many dogs I took on, you know him one shot and he's done for the night. First there was Riki, Bernie Warner's dog. Then there was the troopers' big shepard, you know the one I'm talking about. He is about one hundred, one hundred twenty pounds and doesn't have a sloped back, otherwise a beautiful boy." During this time Keith was noisily slurping up cum. Upon hearing that Riki had been fucking the ass he was rimming he changed his eager rythym and seemed to be trying to listen to the tale. "Keith, get moving." "I was ready to find myself some beer and head here when Doctor Enstieff and the Admiral walk in. Well you know how that boy gets my blood boiling. With him loose in the Firehouse I wasn't getting off my knees until I had at least two more loads of cum up my chute. Enstieff really hates it when the Admiral sees me and tonight wasn't any different." Rosey was enjoying himself remembering and relating what had happened. "Yeah, why is that?" "Man, he's a nigger hater from way back. I heard he's head of the Klan around here. Having his companion running after nigger ass fries his eggs. You know that guy does not go after any one else the way he goes for me, normally one hump and he's off to find another hole. But, Halsey has stayed in me for two hours or more." Keith sat up like he'd been hit with a jolt of electricity. Whatever it was I couldn't believe he was disrespected my friend that way and I slapped his face as hard as I could. The few seconds he'd been kneeling behind Roosevelt without his mouth covering his asshole had been enough for a heavy gush of dog cum, piss and whatever else they shoot to cover him from his chest to his knees. "Get your mouth back to work!" That was the first time that Keith really ignored my order. "Which Anstieff was at your party?" "He works with you. What's his name?" Roosevelt had never been introduced to the man. As the bigot he was Anstieff always expected a black person to call him Doctor. "Arnie." The name was still floating ion the air when Keith jumped from the floor and ran to his car. Rosey and I stood there in awe at how fast he left. I was really pissed at how he had disrespected me and my friend but had the feeling he would be back the next night as scheduled. I wonder what that's about?" "Maybe he didn't like my nigger ass." "Damn, Rosey. I wish you would quit that. What am I going to have to do to teach you to stop saying nigger? It's demeaning and old fashioned. It sounds like you buy into the ideas of the Klan and those bigots that marched on the university in September when Drs. Kline and Fredericks were hired." I'd been trying for a month to teach Rosey to stop saying nigger around our friends, I think he used it just to irritate me. One of those idiotic fallacious streams of mislogic that has my contemporaries trying to claim the word queer. It will never work unless you exterminate those that used the words in hate. We've gone back over the events of the evening now that I know what had hurt Keith so bad. Neither Rosey or I could have known at that time what Keith had heard to send him out on the road like that. When I learned the truth I was an insensitive jerk and laughed at my boy. "Bitch, you gonna get me off?" I know he was trying to lighten the mood, but it struck me wrong and I asked Rosey to leave me alone. For a night that had started so nicely it sure ended up a mess. I had thought that I would finally get to ream out Keith's ass and ended up nearly breaking his jaw. Keith and Rosey both got some dog dick, I was left frustrated after being erect for nearly an hour without relief. I spent the evening and most of the night thinking about ways to punish Keith, not worrying about his feelings.