Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2014 13:08:08 -0800 (PST) From: Mikhail Conrad Subject: Bred Big part 3 This is a story about sex between adult men and male dogs. If that offends you then you know where the back button is. You must be 18+ to read this, if not go back now. Archive;'Bred Big #3'{Mikhail Conrad}( MM~Mdog anal best relu )[3!?] To all readers: Yes, it is ok to contact me. Yes, I will take suggestions. No, the story is not true (I wish). Thanks, for all the nice comments. Part 3 Chad made his way downstairs. He made sure to put the mag-light and toolbox back in their place and headed on down to check on the dogs. When he got to the basement, he wasn't greeted by the five canines like he normally would be. The reason was apparent. The other four dogs were all gathered around Volken who was spread out on his back getting tongue service from his pack mates. They were busy licking up any remaining sex drippings from the rottie's recent fuck. Boris took notice of Chad and came over wagging his beautiful fluffy tail. The wolfhound went right for Chad's crotch. The buff blond stud let him get in a good sniff and a couple of licks before he pushed the curious hound away. "I've got work to do boy," he said aloud, "We've got visitors coming and a party to get ready for." The dog sauntered back to his group with the elegant aloof attitude that only a Borzoi could pull off properly. Afghans tried, but they lacked the innate intelligence of the wolfhounds. Chad went over to the feeding station that was against the outside wall separated from the bathing station by a three foot granite wall that provided counter space for the area. The water trough was self-regulating and was fine. The feeding bin needed filling though, so he went to the side wall and opened the storage room door, grabbed two eighty pound bags and headed back to the bin. Ripping the string seals on the bags and lifting the lid on the top of the feeder, he poured both bags into the container. "That should hold you gluttons for a couple of days," he said grinning. Volken shook the other pets off and stood up. The big guy ambled over toward Chad and the food followed by the whole group. When they got to the shirtless man, they all attempted to check him out. Finally Chad just let them. Snouts went up his thin shorts from every side to snuffle and sniff his ass and jocked junk. He knew they could smell the left over rutting aromas and it wouldn't hurt to have them thinking that way in prep for what he had planned tonight. Decker crouched his hindquarters and Chad caught him by the muzzle just as the huge newfie was about to jump him. He knew the massive dog could easily bowl him over and being on the ground could get complicated for him with the dogs scenting what was on him not to mention Volken. "Sit!" he commanded them. And the whole group sat instantly obedient. Each one of them was showing at least an inch of glistening wet dog dick sticking out of their sheath. "Go play or eat or something you guys," he said to them, "I'll give you all the attention you want tonight along with a new playmate." The dogs all headed in a mob to the doggie-door that was beside the double doors to the backyard. Play was in their vocabulary and never needed reinforcement. When the canines had finished exiting, Chad turned back to complete his preparations for the upcoming night. He went into the storage room and stuffed the empty feed bags in the trash drum just inside the door, reached over and turned on the light. He grabbed a plastic bucket off the shelf along with a bottle of J-lube. He went to the bathing station and used the spray hose to mix a gallon of the slick stuff in the bucket. He set it and the bottle on the stainless steel counter there and went back to the storage room. He grabbed a stack of six gym mats that were up against the far wall and took them over to the other side of the basement onto the artificial turf floor side and laid them out. There were two vinyl padded 1' stools, a vinyl ottoman, a low wooden bench, four huge vinyl beanbags, and a collection of water-proof cushions lying around intermingled with an assortment of chew and play toys for the dogs. A 10' long 8' high 3' deep metal cabinet stood against the far wall here. He opened the first door on the cabinet revealing a refrigerator. He opened it and saw that it was stocked with plenty of beer, soda, and water. Closing that side back up he went to the next door and opened it to check the shelves. They also were well stocked with munchies for man and dog. He shut that door, not checking the remaining two cabinet doors knowing that they held leads, harnesses, and other various things for the animals and play. Pausing, he did turn back to the cabinet to the last door. Opening it, he reached in and got a 1" leather strip off the middle shelf. Grinning to himself he pulled down his shorts and jock. He took hold of his hefty cock and balls and snapped the black leather strip around them. Pulling his strap and shorts back up, he looked down to admire the added bulge the cockring gave his package. The cell phone in his right pocket gave out a buzz. Chad pulled it out and activated the device. A text message appeared. `We're here," was all it said. "About time," he muttered. He could see a white van with the pet place logo on it pulling up on the drive through the windows in the double doors. He walked over to them and went outside to meet his pals, grinning in anticipation of the coming fun. As he got to the back drive, the van stopped and both front doors opened. A six foot four muscular man with close cut dark hair, black tank top, and black jeans got out of the driver's side. The big guy took Chad's right hand in a firm shake and pulled him into a crushing but brief hug. "Hi Justin," the shirtless blond managed to say as the air returned to his lungs from the powerful embrace, "Glad you could make it on such short notice." "Hell man, whenever you say `fun' it gets my attention," the tall man replied back. Chad noticed movement out of the corner of his eye as he heard several sharp muffled barks from the back of the van. Two hands came around him from behind to latch onto his hard pecs and gave them a firm squeeze as he felt a body draw up to his back and ass snugly. "Chad you stud," a voice came from behind him, "You smell like sex man. Have you been fucking?" "Nope," he responded, turning in the man arms to get a lascivious hug from a much shorter guy, "How ya doing Em?" "Ready and raring here buddy," the compact Emery answered, "Fill us in." The guy holding onto Chad stood just 5'2", but everything else made up for it. He had a mischievous leprechaun look with his short curly strawberry blond hair and slightly upturned nose. But the most stunning thing about his appearance was his body. It was buff and hard. The vee of his chest started at his 24 inch waist and widened to his 48 inch shoulders. His muscles were barely contained by his crimson sleeveless spandex top. Black jogging shorts with slits to the waistband on each side clung to a nice mound in the crotch and rode high on his bulging thighs. Emery was the star gymnast at the college where Chad went to grad school with Justin. "I'll fill you both in, in a bit," Chad returned letting go of the smaller guy, "I haven't heard the whole story myself yet. But let's let our boys out of the van before they chew their way out." Justin huffed out a laugh and slid the side door open on the van. Two huge dogs bounded out immediately, one a fawn colored giant Anatolian Shephard with white markings and the other a brown-gold Leonberger with a friendly black face. Behind them came a plodding and excited creamy tan Bullmastiff. The three dogs looked all around them and were suddenly joined by a mass of white cream color as the three Borzois intercepted them coming from around the back of the van. They were followed closely by Decker and Volken. It was a mass of ass sniffing, licking, snorting, jumping dog greetings. The three men laughed and headed to the basement leaving the dogs to renew their long friendship. When they got in the basement, Chad went to the big cabinet and opened the third door. He reached up to the top shelf and got down a rather weighty 2' square tan plastic storage bin and took it over to the bath area counter. "Hey Justin," he asked, "Could you slide the dog-door closed so we don't get interrupted?" "Sure thing," the big man answered in his deep voice doing so, "Hey Em, get the door to upstairs. I don't think we need any interruptions from up there either. You're apt to be a little loud when we do this." "Fuck you, you giant asshole," the gymnast retorted with a smile as he still went and pulled the door to upstairs closed tightly, "I thought you liked the noises I make." "I do, little buddy, I fuckin' love `em. But I think Chad needs to keep this on the DL for now if I'm not mistaken." "Just for a short time guys," Chad began explaining, "All of this is to help Mark get his head back together and quit thinking he's some kind of bizarre perverted freak." "I want to be a bizarre perverted freak," Emery said back enthusiastically. "You are little stud man," Chad teased, "But you're a well-adjusted one. Mark needs some help. He's suffering." Chad went on telling his two friends all he knew about what had happened to Mark. They asked few questions, understanding that the blond didn't have the whole story yet, so it went rather quickly. "So are you guys up to helping this man out of his dilemma?" he asked. "If this hunk is all you say he is, I'd be an idiot to pass it up," Justin answered first, "I'm in for whatever you want pal. I trust you." "He's all that and more," Chad responded, "His eyes will take your breath away. And his ass..., well let's just say that we're lucky that butt isn't guarded and on display in the Smithsonian as a National treasure." "You can count on me too stud," Emery added, "Sounds like this Mark might be your soul-mate. I can't let that get away from you. You're just too much of a great guy." "Okay then, who's up first?" Chad queried trying not to be embarrassed by the tight little gymnast's keen perception. "Me, I'm way ready," the little hunk responded walking over to the buff blond. He yanked his black clingy nylon shorts down to his sockless black reebok shoes and kicked them up to Chad who caught them and set them on the counter. The compact sexy guy turned around, bent over and grabbed his ankles. Chad was presented with one of the smallest muscle tight asses he had ever seen. It still impressed him even if he had had it in every way imaginable. Justin walked over in front of Emery and knelt down putting a hand on each of the gymnast's spandex clad shoulders, bracing him. "Let me have it stud," He said contorting to look up between his wide spread legs at the hunky hairy blond man behind him, "Give me the one that looks like three balls fused together. You know, the black one, where each ball gets bigger to the base." "Got it right here," he said pulling a nice sized black butt plug out of the box, "You clean?" "Sure am," Emery replied laughing, "Why do you think I was over at Justin's man? He is too, so you don't have to ask." "Good," was all Chad said as he dipped the tool in the fresh bucket of J-lube sitting there. He held the big hole-stretcher by its base and let the gel flow down to the tip and brought it down to the rock hard ass in front of him. Some of the lube dripped into Emery's crack. The small stud muffin let out a sexy sigh as he felt the stuff run down to his hole. Chad put the small end to that hole and began using it to smear the slick goo all around the opening causing the little guy to moan lustfully. "Give it to me Chad," he said loudly, "Ram it in me all at once fucker. Make me yell." "You asked for it, you hot little slut," he stated, using the heel of his hand to slam the plug up the muscly asshole in one brutal thrust. Justin let go of one shoulder and used his free hand to muffle Emery's mouth. Even so, the now butt slammed boy-man let out a low pitched scream that had the dogs all at the door trying to find out what was going on. He cursed and yelled with the sounds being dampened extremely by Justin's big hand covering his mouth. Chad reached under his violated friend's ass to start working his nutsack, trying to distract him from the pain of the plug impalement, even though he knew the buff athlete really got off on it. Sure enough Emery's 10" cock shot up to steel hardness in a flash. The gymnast had a piece on him that made all the jocks in the locker room jealous. Chad grinned to himself remembering the first time he had seen it. The now plugged guy pulled away from Justin and Chad and lowered his ass to the slate floor. He used both hands to spread his cheeks apart and squirmed his ass on the hard surface making sure the butt tool was as tightly crammed up his opening as it could go. "Fuckin' A, I like it," he said, "It hurts so good." The two bigger men looked at him with lustful approval. They both had helped Emery partake of his particular kink many times. Neither one of them knew anyone that could take an ass-wrecking like the little guy. And he could take it for hours and still want more. His desire to have his tight little hole ravaged was amazing. And even more amazing was his ability to dish out an incredible fuck with his huge cock while he was being butthole brutalized. The short little fucker had blown four loads up Justin's big beefy ass while Chad had punch fisted his hole one time. "Okay Justin," Chad said getting back up, "I need you to get mine in me and then Em can plug you. I need to get back upstairs and hear what Mark has to say." "I'm always ready to help you get that hairy blond hole filled pal," the larger man said, "Pick your plug and let's do it." "Damn, better give me a few," he suddenly replied, "I need to make sure I'm acceptable." Chad stripped off his shorts, supporter, cockring, shoes, and socks and went over to the wash basin. He turned on the nickel finished nozzle and let it flow until it was room temperature. He then inserted the end in his ass using the hand squeezed valve to send a nice slow cool flow up his ass. He then squatted and ejected the flush water at the drain using the nozzle on full to wash the stuff down the drain. It was clear and clean. He repeated the process two more times to make sure. Knowing that he was nice and cleaned out he turned the water off, got a towel out of the cabinet under the counter and dried off. Looking over at Justin and Em, he noticed they hadn't just been watching him. What he saw was that the big man had shucked down to just a wide band black jockstrap that set off his bronze tan nicely and had taken a knee facing him. Emery was up off the floor straddled across Justin's perpendicular thigh humping his plug stretched hole across that thigh. The jock pouch that Chad could see between Justin's big toned legs was cock tented so much that his balls were hanging down below its stretched out ass straps. It really was a nut churning site. He hoped that Mark was going to be into this. For some reason Chad felt in his gut that the hot gorgeous man needed a sexual coming-out so to speak. "You ready?" his big friend asked him looking back and forth from him to Em, "That ass douching show got us all hot." "So I see," Chad laughed, "You two are way up there in the hot show ratings yourselves." "Bend over the wall buddy," Justin said getting out from under the buff little gymnast's ass grinding, "Emery picked out a plug for you. It's dark red and shaped like a mushroom." "I know the one. It'll be perfect. Way to go Em." Chad stood three feet back from the 3' granite wall, spread his golden hair dusted muscular legs and leaned forward putting his hands on the cold stone top. His own gym enhanced ass stuck out just right for Justin as he came up behind him with the toy in hand. Emery stood on the other side of him with the bucket of lube. The smaller man dipped his fingers in the slippery stuff and slid them in Chad's tight crack. He worked his gooey fingers down the hairy butt crack until he felt the tight ring of the blond's asshole. He slowly pushed his forefinger in the hole probing the warm rectal tissue. Switching out fingers, one at a time he massaged the lube up Chad's chute stretching the tight muscle ring a bit more with each pass. Then he used two fingers for a couple of strokes, then three. All through this Chad was softly moaning as his thick dick responded by lengthening and swelling. "He's all yours," Emery said looking up at Justin. "Push out Chad, I'm going to slide it in you slow, but when the mushroom head gets past your sphincter it's going to jump up inside you suddenly," The big tall man warned. Justin dipped the plug in the lube and put it to the slick worked hole. He applied a constant slow pressure and the wide rounded end of the exotic anal stretcher began to part his friend's ass lips. It slid inexorably into the opening and then suddenly Chad's ring parted and the four inch long mushroom head spurted inside his rectum. He let out a loud moan and his ass clamped down hard on the rubber stem, leaving the round flat base embedded in his crack snug up to his hole. Chad stood upright and worked his butt muscles feeling the plug settle in making him feel full and horny. His cock was more than half hard, but still hanging, heavily. He took the towel he had used to dry off and wiped the excess lube from his ass. He snapped the cockring back on, pulled his jock up running his first two fingers under each strap to snap it into place, adjusted his bloated prick in the pouch and pulled on his thin mesh shorts. He sat on the wall putting on his socks and shoes, watching Emery bend Justin over the wall beside him beginning to lube up the big man's ass. "See you in a hopefully short time guys," Chad said rising and going to the upstairs door, "You know where the food and drinks are. Hang out and have fun, and don't get a nut yet. Those rugby jerseys with the cut off sleeves are in the third door of the cabinet, but don't let the dogs in until I give you the word. I'll text it to your phone Justin. Okay?" "Gotcha pal," The big hunk groaned from the ass play Emery was giving him. The last thing Chad saw as he headed up the stairs was Emery easing a blue butt plug shaped like George W's head into Justin's ass. The first thing I did after Chad left the bathroom was sit on the john and push the rest of Volken's cum injection out my ass. Just knowing it was sperm that had been fucked into me by a swollen fat cock had my pecker getting turgid again. After ejecting as much of the stuff that I could, I looked into the bowl to see a slightly creamy watery swirl of dog cum dispersing into the toilet water. I flushed it away. That didn't get rid of the pleasant fucked feeling I had in my hole though. I was one bent perv. I knew Chad had not so subtly expressed his desire that I go naked, but I worried that something might happen like a neighbor or delivery man stopping by and I couldn't get past the leaded glass double front doors without being seen to come back upstairs to put something on. I had no idea who might have the gate code. Chad did, so presumably other people that Keith trusted did too. So I made the decision to grab something to take downstairs and put on the den couch just in case. I opened one of my bags and got out a pair of mesh shorts like Chad was wearing, only navy not grey. When I pulled the shorts out they exposed a red narrow band swim jock I had packed also. I took it too and headed downstairs to go to Keith's bathroom for the ointment for my cut. I went through the foyer and on into the den without seeing a sign of Chad. Oh well, he had some chores to do and I really needed to do about thirty minutes of work myself. I tossed my strap and shorts on the couch and went on into Keith's bedroom from its den door. I loved this Jeffersonian style room. I had spent weeks helping Keith find just all the right furniture. We really spent a lot of time researching the perfect items on the net and just as much time hunting them down. The look was masculine and elegant at the same time. It was a good reflection of Keith's personality and he had rewarded me by undressing me, laying me out on the big four poster king sized bed and giving me a 3 hour scented oil massage, following it up with a happy ending. Too bad he was a total top. We would have ended up being lovers if it weren't for that catch. As much as I wanted his ass, he wasn't ever going to give it up. So we were friends, best friends, and best friends with occasional benefits. I gave up reminiscing and turned left to the master bath. I flipped on the wall switch and was impressed by the high tech indirect lighting. This was new since I had been here last. In fact the whole bathroom had been remodeled with mainly Georgia marble, the best in the world they say. The medicine cabinet was a beveled mirror that opened by a push catch. I opened it and caught a moving view of Keith's new shower as it swung open. I turned to the enclosure. There was no door. Just a four foot marble free standing wall that opened on either side to a glass and marble area that was almost as big as the dorm room Keith and I shared our freshman year at Georgia. There were six chrome poles in the shower room with a head atop each one. One had a chrome flex hose coming from it that ended in a stainless steel douching nozzle. Up above suspended from the ceiling was a three foot diameter rain shower head. I had to try this out. It was wonderfully decadent. Towels were there on a rack that was very bulky. I reached out to touch one of them and sure enough they were warm. It was a built in heated towel rack. That's when I noticed the marble floor wasn't stone cold. It apparently was heated too. I stepped into the enclosure but couldn't find a valve or any way to turn on the water. Then I spied a touch console inset on this side of the marble dividing wall. Each head had a control and a temperature setting. I opted for 97 degrees on all of them except the head with the nozzle. I set it for 75 and touched the obvious 'on' control. The shower came to life. I entered and began to revel in the most luxurious bathing experience I had ever had. By turning a ring on each pole I could adjust the jet pressure of each head. All this while a warm drizzle of rain fell on me from the big head above. I took the nozzle and checked it out avoiding the cool spray coming from the shower head it was attached to. There was a steel slide at the base of the thing. I slid it up and a stream of water came out the nozzle. I adjusted it and put the flow to my hole. I proceeded to flush all the cum residue out of my bowels. That didn't make me feel any better about what happened either, but it sure did make my ass feel good, in and out. My cock was back to trying to stand at attention. I stroke it a bit as I sprayed a stream of water at my fucked hole. Damn that was sexy hot. The shower picked that moment to cycle off. It hadn't felt like 30 minutes, but that was what I had set the controls to. And the water had stayed hot the whole time. How big was the hot water heater for this extravagance? I stepped to the shower entry and got myself a warm towel and dried basking in the glow of a perfect shower. Keith knew his stuff. This shower probably got every guy he got in it coming back for seconds or more. And that would get my buddy his seconds or more. I kept drying off and saw Chad standing in the doorway just watching me. His right hand was slowly rubbing his bulge and he grinned at me when I looked at him. It had been a little more than an hour since I had seen him, but I found myself taken back by the sight of this handsome sexy athlete yet again. He was still shirtless and I began to think up ways to get those shorts off his ass so I could admire it, framed by the straps of his jock. "Have I told you how hot and sexy you are?" he asked me with that carnally enticing grin. "I'm going to lie and say no, because I like to hear it coming from you," I responded with a smile of my own. Without taking his eyes off of me he maneuvered his way across the room to the still open medicine cabinet and reached in getting two things. I noticed that there were enough mirrors at 90 degree angles to each other in the room for him to watch me and see what he was getting at the same time. His casual masculine walk was even a turn on to me. "Come here dream man, please," he cajoled me. "You're staring at me," I informed him as I took 5 steps to get to him towel in hand. I finished drying my wrist with its self-damning though waterproof Bluetooth watch. "I'm afraid if I take my eyes off of you, you just might fade away like a dream," He said embracing me, "But now I have you in my arms so you can't." "Are you trying to seduce me Chad? You don't have to. I was totally seduced when I first met you," I intoned to him as I took both sides of his head and pulled his mouth to mine to devour him. Our kiss was ruggedly erotic as we both used our strength to dominate each other orally. It left us both gasping for air. That was probably due to the decreased blood flow from all of it rushing to our cocks. We were both rock hard again. I felt a general smugness and gratitude that we could do that to each other so easily. "AWESOME is still all I can come up with for you," he exclaimed, "Here let me see your wrist." I let him take my wrist and he inspected the red line where the shower had washed away the thin scab that had formed over it. It wasn't even deep enough to be called a cut. It was barely a scratch, but Chad applied the antibiotic ointment to it like he was providing a life saving course of action. I watched him gently caress the salve across the place and tried to see what the other tube he had in his hand was. Lube maybe? That sent an electric type tingle up my spine. I ran my right hand down his back to his butt, feeling the strap under his mesh shorts that ran tightly across his left ass cheek headed in the general direction that I had my mind set on. "Come on in here," he said finishing his first aid treatment, "Lie down face first on the bed." "Okay stud, but I'm warning you, turnabout is fair play." "I am totally for that," Chad said laughing, "But let's get along further into the evening before we start fucking. You might get some other ideas as the night goes on. Besides, I want to hear what happened with Volken from you. I think I have it figured out, but best to hear the truth from the firsthand witness, my dad, the lawyer, always says. What I have here is some lidocaine cream that Keith keeps around for his giant cock victims." "Oh right," I agreed, laughing myself as I went face first down on the bed I had inaugurated for that big downward curving prong of Keith's. I spread my legs and began to tell Chad about my earlier shower, dropping the key, getting stuck, getting fucked, getting knotted, getting off on it, how ashamed I felt, basically the whole story just as I have related it before. All the time I talked he sensuously rubbed the numbing cream into and around my slightly aching asshole with his long middle fuck finger. By the time I got to the end where he walked in and caught me tied to Volken, the ache was gone and I was left with a yearning tingle in my hole and a massive hard-on. "Mark?" Chad questioned me sliding his finger into me and rubbing the tip slowly across my prostate making me squirm. "Yeah?" I responded, with a horny moan pushing back on his finger. "That was about the most erotic fucking story I have ever heard. No, don't say anything just yet; give me a chance to explain like I gave you. Okay?" "Okay," I agreed consumed by this studs finger owning my ass with his digit alone, listening intently. "You got into a situation that surprised you. You were shocked enough initially to enjoy the tonguing you got," he went on, "Then you were appalled. You were trapped and confused, but Volken being an animal without an evil thought in his head..., and he does love you, you know, managed to give you what you have confessed to me to be one of the best sexual experiences of your life. You got run through a wide array of emotions in such a short period of time that you can't see it for the pure occurrence that it was. You liked it, I liked it, Volken sure as hell liked it, and you want to reject it for some social ethical reason that makes no logical sense. Face it man, you like dog cock and deep down inside you want it again." "How could you possibly know what it feels like," I burst out yanking myself off Chad's probing finger, suddenly offended. "MARK!" Chad raised his voice, "I know. I know because I LIKE DOG COCK! I like everything about it; the forcefulness as it gets slammed up your needy fuckhole, the power that a dog puts into the fucking itself, the feeling of domination as his knot ties your ass and owns it making you his bitch sperm receptacle, the stretch inside your ass that makes you spread for it, the deep sensual awareness of the slab growing and snaking it's way even further up inside your chute, the full hardness of the animal's knot as it drives you over the edge throbbing against your prostate, the warm fullness from the wet pulsing squirts of cum being pumped into your guts, the ache and feeling of your own heartbeat in your asshole when the knot finally goes down and slides out your gaping hole with a rush of dog semen flowing out behind it leaving you with an empty hole wanting it filled again." Chad rushed his words out with a speed and quickness that proclaimed the truth of them. He came to a sudden halt and looked at me with a vulnerability that few people ever witness from a man of his caliber. He had nailed my experience down perfectly, just minus the guilt and anxiety. All of a sudden the impact of this truth hit me emotional like a ton of bricks. He was right. I wanted it. I fucking liked it so much that inside I was craving it like a child craves candy. I didn't have to have it, but fuck, I WANTED IT! I wanted it bad. I felt emotionally humiliated for him to see that in me. But then I came to deeper understanding; he had let me see that same thing in him. The humiliation evaporated from my soul instantly. "Well say something beautiful," Chad implored me, still looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "I..., I..., I...," I broke down weeping, "You're right," I blubbered between sobs, "I do want it. I want it soooo bad!" I was wallowing in guilt again. Not the guilt of social shame, but the guilt I felt for putting this incredible, sexy, handsome, understanding, stud man through all my unfounded angst and tribulation. Chad climbed up on the bed with a quickness and embraced me in his arms, clasping my bare body to his silken haired chest while stroking the back of my head. "Hey buddy, it's going to be fine," He whispered in my ear, "You're going to be fine, hell you're already fine enough on the outside for the whole fucking state. What the fuck am I saying; you're fine enough for the god-damned continent. There can't be more than seven guys near your looks on the whole effin' planet. And you're going to be that fine on the inside too." He held me and rocked me in his arms and my cries dried up. "You're not alone in this angel," He said to me, "Not by a long shot. Let's get you something to wear and go out on the deck for a drink. I got something big to tell you." "You have something BIG to tell me?" I shot the question at him with an at last guilt free smile, "I guess I should let you know that if it gets any bigger than that last something you told me, I'll probably faint." Chad let loose with a deep and sustained laugh this time, holding me by the upper arm and dragging me from the bed into the den. "It's not THAT big," he told me through the laughs, "But it is related to that. And I'm going to make you all better tonight. In just one night you're going to be A-one hundred percent fine. And by the way, I can't believe I went off on a rant about dog sex and left out about how fucking amazing their tongues are. I don't believe I left that out." I laughed pulling Chad against my side and putting that same arm around his shoulder as I steered us to the bar. I needed that drink as much as it sounded like he needed his. That was a huge confession for him, knowing the thoughts I had plaguing me about my canine fuck, a really big confession. He didn't know I had my jock and shorts on the couch right there in plain sight. They would be enough to wear on the veranda for our drink break. I'd have to remember to tell him it was a veranda, not a deck. In the south it mattered. But I would wait until we got that drink in us and had come down from the emotional rollercoaster I had us riding all afternoon. TO BE CONTINUED HEY READERS! HELP NIFTY KEEP SUPPLYING YOU WITH THESE GREAT STORIES BY DONATING TO THE SITE. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html