Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2011 07:45:17 -0700 (PDT) From: harshawjub@yahoo.com Subject: Dave's Story This story is ficiton. The author neither endorses nor condon's the behaviors within this story. I normally write other types of fiction. An email friend sent me this story as a fantasy and asked what I thought about his story. I agreed to "clean it up". I hope I did an ok job... he liked it and wanted it posted here. Let us know what you think. Harshawjub@yahoo.com. Darin Mchugh lived alone. His wife of thirty years, had died suddenly, three years past. One Saturday they were working their small garden. He had gone into the garage for fertilizer. When he came back she was simply lying there as if napping on the warm ground. They had lived in that house for twenty years. No children, just the two of them. She had done the gardening and he mowed the lawn. She had been a librarian and he had delivered mail. Last year he had retired. They had planned to travel. Darin only went shopping; when he had to. Their neighborhood was modest and quiet. Most residents had been here for twenty years or more. They were congenial yet nobody seemed to be too nosey. Most of the children had grown and gone so the streets were quiet. Only the occasional spitting of a lawnmower interrupted his gardening. The small back yard his wife had called "the garden", had gone unattended after his wife's death. Since retiring he had revitalized the garden. The only challenge was Bully. Bully liked to dig. Occasionally when Darin let him out unattended he would come back with some garden plant or flower and drop it at Darin's feet. Bully would smile as dogs sometimes do. Darin would try to fuss but Bully's enthusiasm would not be diminished. They seem to accept that Darin would garden and Bully would dig up the garden. It kept them both occupied. Darin and Bully had another connection. One night Darin was sitting at his computer surfing the web and jerking off to porn. Most nights Bully would simply lie on the floor and occasionally look up as his master masturbated. That night, as Darin cam, Bully stood up and came to investigate. Darin had his shorts down around his ankles. One hand full of cum, the other reaching for tissue. He had paid no attention to Bully until he felt a warm tongue lapping at the cum in hand. Darin jerked his hand away. As he did, Bully began to lick at the cum in Darin's untrimmed pubes. Soon Darin was feeling that warm wet tongue on his cock. He was becoming increasingly aware of pleasant sensations focused on his groin. The warm wet tongue gave an old man, new sensations. Without thinking Darin slid forward in his chair in order to give Bullys tongue better access. For Bully's part he wasted no time in extracting any and all flavor from the entire area. In fact he insistently nudged at Darin's balls to get even lower. When his tongue snacked between Darin's butt cheeks, the old man moaned and slid even further forward in his chair. Bully begin probing the spicy scented area between his master's cheeks. He found the flavor most enticing. Darin was conflicted. Plus he had just cum. He pushed Bully's nose away and stood. Bully bounced his nose against Darin's balls in an attempt to regain access to the spicy flavored area. The jar to his balls was not painful, but it got Darin's attention. To avoid further contact to his balls he turned away from Bully and reached down to pull up his shorts. This act only gave Bully uninhibited access. His slobbering tongue went into overdrive. To Darin's credit, he got his shorts in hand and was about to pull them up when the tongue on asshole registered in his brain. It came as such a shock, he rested his head on his computer desk and began to pant. Electric sparks traveled from his ass to his brain via his cock. His brain became confused, his cock began to re-inflate and his asshole pushed back trying to increase the warm wet contact. His mouth just moaned. He felt his asshole spasm against Bully's assault. Bully's tongue pressed and was granted access. A tongue in his ass was an alien concept, except on internet porn sites. Blindly Darin reached for his cock and began to stroke it. Even though it had been only minutes before that he had shot a sizeable load. He knew he was close to cumming again. Bully's tongue was digging into his ass as if the dog was starving. In and out, in and out, in rapid fire succession. Darin was nearing a second cumming. He stood up, scooted his feet around until he was facing Bully. The dog was sitting on his haunches as it awaiting a treat. When he smelled the precum coating Darin's cock he came forward and began licking. Darin, close to cumming, released his cock in favor of Bully's ministrations. The tongue felt better than his own all to familiar hand. Darin was not disappointed. Bully's tongue felt like warm, wet velvet. The more he licked, the more precum flowed. The more precum flowed the faster Bully licked. The increasing cycle soon had Darin wrapped up in a mind blowing orgasm. Once he came Darin fell back into his chair. Bully continued to lick. Only after Darin had pulled up his shorts and the interesting area was blocked did Bully resume his place on the floor near his master's feet. For long minutes afterward Darin could only focus on the mind blowing orgasm. He let go the reflection when he admitted there was no experience in his past that compared to what had happened in the last few minutes. He saw Bully, in a different light. Still slightly reeling from the mind blowing orgasm, he shut down his computer and crawled into bed. Dog slobbers had dried and he tried to fall asleep. Bully lay beside his bed on a braided rug. Just as he did every night since Darin had brought him home as a puppy, two years ago. Try as he might Darin could not sleep. His mind was reliving the entire episode. His cock began once again to swell. He threw back the covers and extracted his cock. As he slowly began to stroke, Bully got up and came to the bedside. Darin reached out his hand and scratched the dog behind his ears. Bully looked from Darin's face to his cock and began to whine. Darin turned onto his side and scooted toward the edge, where now, Bully was now eagerly waiting. Both he and the dog were drooling in anticipation. Before the cock was close enough he tried to get on the bed to great it. Darin pushed him back and firmly said, "No". Bully was crushed. His master forbade him having the wonderful flavors he had just learned about. He rested on his haunches and whined. Once Darin was sure he would Bully would be able to thoroughly lick his cock and balls, he simply said, "Bully lick." Bully was unsure of the new command, but he heard in his master's voice and saw in his face, it was ok. Still he hesitated, until his master's voice commanded, "Bully Lick!" That convinced him, he rose and proceeded to give his master a superb licking. It took longer, this time. Still he received the different flavored liquid at the end. That night was the first of many. In fact it became a nightly ritual. Bully learned the command, "Bully lick." Each time he heard it he began to salivate. Dain learned a little peanut butter could be a great incentive for Bully to lick no matter where it was applied. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ While the neighborhood was, for the most part, geriatric. There was an exception. Megan, the next door neighbor. Megan's parents had bought the house, when she was a child. Now, her father dead and her mother in a nursing home, Megan lived there with her twelve year old son. The father had disappeared before the boy was even born. Now, she was on the phone. Her voice a little edgy and concerned. Megan didn't like to impose. She had been called in to work and needed a babysitter. The already short-staffed hospital had several other nurses out with the flu. Darin could hear young Johnnie, "I don't need a stupid babysitter! I'm almost thirteen. I can watch myself." Meg had covered the phone so what she said to Johnnie would not be heard. Back on the line Darin assured her he would be glad to help out. Meg asked if he would come over and watch Johnnie at their home. She wasn't sure how long she would be needed and it might be all night. Darin explained that he didn't trust Bully, his Boxer mix, alone. (A little white lie. He just didn't like the idea of spending time in anyone's house while they were gone.) He assured her that the two spare rooms were available and there would be no problem with Johnnie spending the night. He would be glad to watch Johnnie, at his house. Just as he and his wife had babysat her, years before. Even now Meg was hurriedly getting the things Johnnie might need. She had not expected him to have leave the house. She told Darin, they would be over in ten minutes. Even as Darin answered the doorbell, he could hear Johnnie still trying to convince his mother to let him stay home alone. He opened the door to find Megan with an overnight bag and a more than hesitant Johnnie standing a couple of steps behind his mother. He head tilted down so Darin was unable to see his face. This could be long night. As Darin opened the screen door Dane dashed out to greet Johnnie. Darin knew the dog loved the boy. Johnnie would often toss a tennis ball from his backyard over the chain link fence into Darin's backyard. Bully was only to happy to fetch and return the ball to Johnnie, then eagerly await another toss. Impatient, the dog would bark to urge Johnnie to throw the ball. A time or two Darin would stop his gardening to retrieve an errant ball. After all it was exercise for Bully. The few times Darin had to be out of town, he hired Johnnie to come over to feed the dog and let him run around the backyard. Even as he knelt to return the dog's enthusiastic welcome, Darin could hear, "I told you mom, I'm too old to have a babysitter." Darin, stepped out onto the porch and moved the ball cap back on Johnnie's head. The boy, raised his head. His eyes held a pleading look. Darin sighed. "Well, Johnnie, you might be too old for a babysitter, but are you too old to spend the night with a couple of friends? We could watch a movie, make popcorn and order pizza. Does that sound like babysitting? Or maybe just a good time with friends." Then in a somewhat serious tone, "I gotta warn you. If you give Bully any pizza, he sleeping in your room. Pizza gives him gas." "Ewh, I'm glad you warned me." The scrunched up face melted into a killer smile. The deal was done. Johnnie was a slim boy. His five foot frame already showed signs of muscle development. He was just shy of five feet with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. He was smaller than Darin thought a twelve year old should normally be... but then his mother was only five foot two. The two men and the dog entered the house after they watched Meg drive away. They ordered pizza and Johnnie chose a war movie from the Dvd's. Darin stuck a bag of popcorn in the microwave and he settled in his recliner and Johnnie on the couch. At the ding Darin retrieved the popcorn and two cokes. Conversation soon faded in favor of the action on the action on the screen. Pizza arrived and eventually the movie ended and Johnnie was given a tooth brush and sent to the bathroom. He came out a half hour later clad in the smallest pair of boxers Darin had ever seen. He almost laughed at the sight of the "miniature man" standing before him. He didn't fail to notice a treasure trail leading from the navel to the boxer's waistband. Neither did Bully. He moved to nudge and lick at the fly on Johnnie's boxers. Darin commanded, "No! Then to Johnnie, "If he gets too friendly just say no." Bully noticeably withdrew at the command and looked at Johnnie. The reassuring pat was all he needed. He walked to a small rug and lay down. Johnnie had selected a room and timidly asked, "Is it ok to let Bully sleep in the room with me"? "Yes, just leave your door open so if he needs to go out he can come get me to let him do his business." "Ok." Then to Bully, "c'mon boy, it's bedtime for us." Darin was glad there was no argument on bedtime. The boy seemed to be well behaved. The two moved down the hallway, then turned around and the boy said, "Mr. Mchugh, thanks for letting me stay here. This is cool, just us guys." Darin smiled and said, "It's always nice to have a friend stay over." Darin watched the eleven o'clock news and then did a channel check on history and national geographic and found a rerun of a man surviving against the wilderness program. Near the end he caught himself nodding and headed for bed. He turned out the lights and headed to the bathroom and a warm shower. Later, as he moved toward his bedroom with a towel wrapped around himself, he heard soft, soothing chatter. The door to the boy's room was ajar. He pushed to see if the boy was talking in his sleep... what he saw was Johnnie on his knees sucking on Bully's engorged cock as the dog tried to hump the boy's throat like a bitch. The boys eyes met Darin's and the world seemed to stop... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If I continue it will become my story... let me know what you think. Should I continue? If you have similar tales let me know.