Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2017 15:03:50 -0500
From: Bruce Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Lynn XIV

I'm 100% positive that if you are getting ready to read this chapter in the
continueing story of Lynn and Dean that you are aware, 1 that it is about
gay men, 2 that Piss is a huge part of their lives and 3 bestiality is a
huge part of the story. If any of those facts disturbs you even in the
least, go read J.K.Rowling none of the dragons fuck the wizards.

The boys are starting to find out about the city and are dipping their toes
into the social and sexual life they find.  They still have Josh and Sarge
living in the apartment with Dean's Uncle Hank and his husband.

IF you can help Nifty need contributions to keep this site available to
readers and authors alike.  Do what you can.  I am not allowed to promote
bestiality in the state I live so this story is just that. Wink, wink.

				 Lynn XIV

	The agency had arranged for Lynn to go through some fast training
that others would have been expected to spend months learning.  After
dinner he would spend time going back over what he was supposed to know
with Uncle Hank.  I left them to their-selves, if it was important that
Lynn learn how to turn a certain way without looking in pain I figure Hank
would be as good at showing him the ropes as the instructors that he had
been seeing during the day. I spent my time learning about the
neighbor-hood and searching out places I wanted to share with Lynn.

	Thursday I spent ten hours in the museum studying the exhibits in
the Native American and Incan exhibits.  These were the areas where I would
be spending the majority of my time and I wanted to know what was on
display when I walked into the storage rooms and began unpacking crates
that had been sitting on shelves for more than sixty years in some cases.
The man that had hired me and for whom I would be working directly had told
me he thought there might even be crates that had been shipped to the
museum from South America closer to one hundred years earlier that had
never been unpacked and cataloged due to the fact the museum had run on
minimal funding until two years ago when it had been given a grant that
would pay my salary and that of one assistant for a minimum of five years
unless we were able to fully catalog what had been held in storage.
	While a student there had been one summer where I had basically
done the assistant's job as an intern in my home town at a much smaller
museum with many fewer crates backed up.  My degree supposedly made me
qualified to do the job I'd been hired for, I question that, but it was
what I want to do so I would give the job everything I could.  From the
short viewing of storage I knew I could easily allow myself to become lost
among the thousands of crates if I didn't work with my boss to create a way
of organizing what I uncovered.  Most of the crates I had examined had some
type of manifest, so creating organization before unpacking would be
theoretically possible with the few out-liers hopefully not creating too
many problems if we had the room to leave empty space.
	By the time Lynn came to the bedroom one if not both of us were
usually so horny that we didn't do much other than claw his clothes off and
suck and fuck.  I was sleeping in later than Lynn, by the time I woke he
was gone and if I wanted I sex with him I was stuck with holding back all
day.  Friday afternoon when he got home I didn't give him the freedom to go
find Hank. I tackled him, stripped his clothes and wrestled him to the
floor where the dogs took over, Lynn had his ass and Sarge his mouth, while
I sucked his dick.
	Skewered that way he didn't last long, neither did Sarge who hadn't
had any sex all week.  When my dog pulled out of his mouth I backed my ass
up so I was so close I would be getting every bit of his tongue he could
give me.  Lynn always seemed to lick me more than work his tongue into my
asshole, he claimed it was because his tongue was too wide to work into me
very far.  Either way I enjoy it and was ready for the first of the three
that got hard the second time, that it was Lynn made me happy and opened me
up for which ever dog went after me when he was finished.  We spent three
hours in the bedroom and were finally disturbed by Hank walking in finding
us each with a dog in his ass.
	"Lynn, I thought you wanted to work tonight?"
	"Your perverted nephew grabbed me when I walked in, he and the dogs
have been keeping me here, busy since he ripped off my clothes."  Lynn
pointed to the clothes I had torn from his body, the shirt was in shreds.
The pants, shoes and socks were whole but his underwear had been left in
three pieces.
	"Hurry up, there are people downstairs waiting to judge how you
have progressed this week.  You can join us, Dean, if you keep your hands
off of your boyfriend."
	All I could do was growl at him.  I wasn't ready for our fun to
stop.
	"Be Quiet or I'll be feeding you piss."
	He wasn't Lynn and that is whose piss I wanted but I growled
anyway.  Manny walked in when Hank had his dick an inch from my mouth and
just beginning to piss. "If you are that crazy about piss, Dean you could
join us downstairs on your knees and let me tell everyone that you are the
only urinal in the apartment."
	I thought about what he was saying but as soon as his husband was
finished I declined the offer.  The thought of the way Jacques and Tom were
treated was more than I could bear.  Josh and Sarge pulled out of our asses
about the same time, Lynn went to shower.  While my boyfriend was getting
cleaned up Hank had knelt behind me and was slurping and lick at my ass
trying to empty my ass of the four loads of cum I was holding.  Manny
watched him for a minute or two and left saying that one of them needed to
be with their guests.
	"Dean, can you help me for a minute?"  I had no idea what was wrong
and was enjoying what Hank was doing but I disconnected and walked to the
bathroom.
	"Sit."  If I had known how badly he needed to piss I would have
rushed to the bathroom when he'd called.  He was looking different than
when he'd come home from his lessons, not wet but shiny.
	"Hank, what are you doing?  Are you trying to seduce all of the
guests?"
	"That is the intent.  Not that I want anyone other than you, but my
job is to seduce anyone that looks at me.'
	"You need a raise.  The way you look right now I don't know that
there is anyone that could resist."
	"Says the man drinking my piss that just fucked my ass and sucked
my dick."
	"Okay I'm a bit prejudiced.  I love you and every drop of liquid
you give me."  I was sorry he had stopped pissing but I hadn't moved,
hoping there would be more.
	"Did you see the clothes I brought up here yesterday?"
	"Yeah."
	"Should I wear the white or yellow?"
	"White pants and pink shirt.  You don't want to go down there in
monochrome. Besides that I love looking at you in pink shirts."  It is
true, he is stunning in pink.  I would have been attracted to him in any
gathering if he was in a pink shirt.
	"Shoes?"
	"No.  Let some of those queens drool over the idea of shrimping."
	"You are nasty."
	"No, I'm just infatuated with every inch of your body, especially
those few I can reach inside."
	I really didn't want to dress, but I wanted to see how other people
reacted to him so I showered and followed him downstairs.  I could hear
conversation in the huge formal room that Manny had told me they only ever
used when there were more than six guests. It was a strange gathering, only
one person was speaking with Lynn when I walked in, Uncle Hank made sure I
didn't interrupt them by rushing to the doorway and leading me over to
where he had been speaking with a young guy that was maybe only a year or
two older than me.
	"Dean, this is Manny's cousin Luis."  Hank ran a hand over the
guy's pant front.  "He has been hard since Lynn walked into the room.  You
best be good or he might take your boyfriend away from you."
	He put out a hand to shake but for some unfathomable reason I
hugged him instead, "Stick around and we'll both give you a hard fuck
before you go home."
	He tensed up at the idea but but the time I let the hug go he was
smiling as big as he could.  I had no doubt that Lynn would love to fuck
him, I had only had a glance at his ass, he was nicely built and handsome.
He wasn't as beautiful as my boyfriend but he was the next best looking man
in the room after Uncle Hank.
	Hank pulled me across the room to speak to another man my age that
was wearing chaps.  I had seen them in photo's and magazines but it was the
first time I actually saw a man wearing them.  They were snug to the skin
leaving what seemed to be a perfect bubble on view.  We spoke for a few
minutes and Hank pulled me away again.
	"If you have sex with either Luis or Ralph be sure to use a condom.
They are both HIV positive.  I don't know about their numbers but I want
you to stay negative and the only foolproof way is to use every method of
protection you can every time you have sex outside of your relationship."
	"HIV 101, Uncle Hank. But thanks for the reminder."
	"Ralph didn't seem like model material.  Does he work for someone
here?"
	"He is a model.  Don't look so surprised, there are times that the
agencies only need body parts for their ads.  Ralph is one of the top ass
and crotch guys in the city.  When he isn't doing that he models feet.  It
is lucrative, and he doesn't get recognized when he is in public.  I think
he has it pretty good, I doubt he could buy into this building but he lives
a good life in this city."
	"I guess so.  And Luis?"
	"He isn't a model in the same way I am or Lynn is trying to become.
Luis does nude modeling almost every day.  Sometimes it is photo shoots,
other times he poses at art schools or for some artists he knows.  He
probably wears clothes even less than you and Lynn.  He does body part
modeling, too.  I think it is mostly legs and abs, but it might be more
since his body is nearly perfect.
	"He was telling me, when you walked in, that there are two pictures
of his dick in the Museum of Sex."
	"And how many of yours?"
	"I don't know if there are any on display, but I know that they
have at least three that have been donated to them in the last year.  I
haven't been there since I am not that sure I want to walk up to w drawing
and see my dick staring back at me."
	"That might be awkward.
	"Who is the guy talking to Lynn?"
	"He's an editor for Ebony magazine.  I generally don't have him
come here, but he had heard about Lynn from someone at the agency and asked
for an introduction.  Lynn might get some work out of that conversation,
but it won't be the best paying work the agency will get him.
	"Do you see that man that is talking to Manny?  He is scouting all
the agencies for a black man that will be the face of their product for the
next five years.  If he likes how Lynn looks and talks you two will be able
to buy an apartment in this building after one year."
	"You're serious, Lynn could be making that much money modeling?"
	"He won't be making as much as female supermodels but it is
possible that he can make in the millions over his lifetime.  I'd bet that
you could, too it you want to give it a try."
	"I've never felt that comfortable in front of a camera."
	"After you have been at the Museum for a while let's get you in a
few catwalk classes, you could make some extra money a few times a years.
NYC is expensive and $100,000 won't go that far."
	Carlos had come up from Garrett's to serve liquor to the guests.
He was the only one other that the inhabitants of the apartment that I
recognized.  Hank left me five feet or so away from Manny after he was sure
I had a drink in hand.  I was satisfied to let the gathering circulate
through the room while not including me, all I needed was to watch my
boyfriend.
	About a half hour later Luis came up to talk.  I found him easy to
talk with, I might have only been thinking about sex but we talked about
his work as a model and how he felt about people always wanting him naked.
I blushed when I asked about that, when he asked why, I had to laugh saying
that wasn't that what I had offered him earlier.  Two fucks to get naked
with us?
	"That was a sweet offer.  If you had made it a few weeks a go I
would probably have stripped out of my clothes right here.  I met a man
that I am hoping to form a relationship with so until questions like
infidelity are discussed I am being a good boy and only looking at other
guys.
	"Believe me when I say I have been enjoying looking at the two of
you, do you model, too?"
	I told him about the job I was starting on Monday.  He shuddered,
saying that there was no way he could spend his day in the dark confines of
any building doing a job.  He loved being naked and being looked at,
especially in the sunlight.
	"I figured he might know so I asked where Lynn and I could have sex
in the sunlight?"
	When he told me that I had been at the right place we laughed that
I wasn't seeing exactly what I wanted.  He gave me directions to two
places, one where we would be seen by everyone interested in seeing sex in
public and a second where no one would see us unless we were making so much
noise we attracted them from the paths.  It was the first time I heard
about some of the big late evening orgies where there might be as many as
twenty five or thirty men sucking and fucking.  He seemed particularly
interested in some of the less vanilla sights he cold recall.  I was
somewhat surprised when he admitted that there were evening when he had
been there that one or more participant had a dog with them and that there
would always be one or two guys there that would let the dogs lick their
asses or dicks and balls.  I didn't let on that sex with dogs was not
something new but I thought it interesting that people seemed willing to
talk to me about bestiality even if I didn't bring the subject up.
	By Nine PM the guests were leaving.  I could see that Lynn was
getting tired of talking to the strangers but I had been warned to leave
him to the others so I started talking to Manny about his cousin.  I
learned a lot that made me happy that he had left without ever talking to
Lynn or going for the offer I had made.  I helped Carlos clean up the
impromptu bar that had been set up on a sideboard.  He talked to me calmly,
telling me about what some of the attendees had said about Lynn and me.  I
was sure by the time he left that there were going to be offers made to my
boyfriend that he was going to have a hard time refusing.
	"Can I go to bed?"
	"Sure, want me to walk you up?"
	"You know you are always welcome to take me to bed."
	"It was the perfect thing for him to say after what I knew had been
an evening of strange offers."
	When I woke I was surprised that I was still wearing socks and a
two strapper.  I didn't remember anything after taking time to take the
dogs outside for their walk.
	"I wondered if you were going to sleep all day."
	"How late is it?":
	"I really don't know.  I have been sitting here watching you while
the sunlight crept from your right to you left.  Have I ever watched you
sleep before?"
	"I don't know.  You have been sitting up in bed when I woke before,
as often as not with a hand playing with my butt."
	"A fine butt to play with.  I almost crawled between your legs and
ate that butt but I didn't want to wake you."
	"If you are playing with my butt, eating my ass or fucking me it is
fine for you to wake me."
	"Not giving you a piss enema?"
	"You should wake me first."  I knew I was smiling thinking about
the different things Lynn was talking about doing to my butt. I rolled over
so that I was no longer facing him but so that he was looking down on my
asshole.
	"Are you all talk or are you going to go for it?"
	As two wet fingers slid into my asshole I couldn't help but
thinking how happy I was that we were young and in love.  Lynn knew how to
finger fuck me right up to that minute until I was ready to scream for him
to fuck me.  For the next few hours Lynn lived what he had talked.  By the
time the dogs were fussing to go out My ass was worn, I only agreed to go
with Lynn and the dogs because he threatened to bring home two dedicated
tops if I didn't.
	"If these dogs ever get tired out and let us take them home I want
to go down Fifth Ave. and visit the Museum of Sex."
	"Aren't you getting enough?"
	"Hell no.  I have to attack you after you get home or I don't get
any."
	"And this morning?"
 	"What happened this morning?"
	"I did everything but stick my arm in your ass."
	"You did?  I must have been asleep.  Why don't I feel anything,
now?"
	"Dean, what's going on? In the last twenty four hours you have been
fucked 7 or 8 times and you are telling me you want more?"
	"So there is something wrong with me because I want more of your
dick and the dogs?"
	"Getting fucked that much is just sex, don't you want to make
love?"  He actually looked hurt that I wanted more sex.
	"Lynn, I had four days of making love, it has been time for fucking
and ducking hard."  Lynn, knew what I needed.  Right their in the middle of
a busy sidewalk he pulled me to him and smashed our mouths together giving
me a patented loving kiss that lasted until I felt I was about to pass out
from a lack of oxygen.
	"That, lover, is what I needed.  I felt that kiss to the soles of
my feet, I can last another six hours before I demand to be fucked."
	Lynn and Sarge didn't give us and problem when we headed back to
the apartment.  I remembered to grab some cash and we were off to the
Museum.  It was an entirely different experience than I'd had earlier in
the week when I went where I was going to be working.  We agreed that since
we were in NYC that we should take advantage of the wonderful museums and
when we could visit on every weekend.  It would be a long time before we
ran out of museums, considering the number of special shows we would
probably be tired of living a day off every week inside.
	It was close to 6PM and we were leaving the Museum of Sex when
Jonathon called to inform me of tryouts for the men's diving team going to
the Gay Games.  I wouldn't have time to go back to the apartment to get a
suit so Lynn and I stopped in Macy's to get a pair of trunks and settled
for a pair that I thought I would probably have to throw away after I got
back to the apt.  We took a taxi to the pool where I would get a chance to
make the team because we were not too sure about the right subway line to
take and didn't have time to get lost.
	I couldn't think how my day would get any better, being woke up for
sex and more sex, hours in the park, an afternoon in a Museum and now a
chance to dive against gay guys that thought they were the best in the
city.  I knew that lots of the guys I had competed against in college were
gay and that some of them would undoubtedly arrived in NYC to live.
Fortunately, I had left the suit on after trying it on in Macy's the locker
room was crowded with men wanting to try our for all the individual races
and different tower heights.
	I avoided the locker room, I stripped off my clothes.  Lynn took
them to the bleachers closest to the diving platforms and I wandered off to
find the place to sign up.  The line to sign up for diving was longer than
I would have expected.  I did recognize a few guys I had competed against,
some had beat me and some I had beaten.  It had been a month since I was on
the ten meter board and knew I would need a few practice dives before I
would have any form that might give me a chance. The man doing the
registering knew me by reputation and promised that I would get a second
chance if I didn't get warmed up before judging began.
	I didn't get to do all my dives during the practice time but I did
most of them and by the time I was doing the fifth dive I was feeling
almost confident that my body would bend and straighten as I demanded.
There were fifteen of us trying out, that made the time in between dives
almost unbearable.  I think we were finishing up the third dive when the
man that had registered us asked everyone if they would be able to come
back the following day if they landed in the top eight.  They hadn't
expected to need two days of diving but the judges had agreed and the pool
was available so the coaches had decided that running the try outs like a
competition was the best thing to do.
	I wasn't feeling like I had the last afternoon I dove for the
University but I was feeling like I might be good enough to land in the top
five.  One of the group had been an Olympic diver two years earlier.  One
of the divers I knew had won the NCAA title and some of the others were
very good.  On my very last dive the suit I had bought at Macy's pulled
away with the water leaving me to get out of the pool completely naked, I
received a bunch of catcalls.  I was headed towards Lynn, not really
worrying about the fact I was naked when Joey rushed up carrying a towel.
	Bypassing what he was holding out to me I hugged my friend as hard
as I can.
	"When did you get to NYC?"
	"Five days ago I started summer classes at Columbia.  You won't
believe it, I'm heading to Law School in the fall.  I needed to take a few
primer courses but this sounded like the best thing I could do for myself."
	"How are you doing?  And Lynn?"
	"Come to dinner with us and we'll talk."
	"Sure, I have one more time trial, then I hope I'll be back
tomorrow."
	"That's all I need to find out, too."
	Joey was dashing to the starting blocks when I saw the registrar
coming my way.  I braced myself for bad news.  I would have done better if
I'd had a few days of practice rather than a month without seeing a pool.
	"Dean, you didn't do well today.  How long has it been since you
were on a diving tower?"
	"Coach Renwick I think it has been about five weeks.  I haven't
been close to the water since the last college meet.  I should have known
better than to come to a competition without being prepared."
	"You should.  Fortunately, you tied for eighth place and I was able
to convince them that you and the guy you tied with should both come
tomorrow.  You did score first on two dives, so if you have gotten a little
practice today you should do alright tomorrow."
	"I'd like to go through them all at least twice more before
tomorrow.  Do you have any idea where I can do that?"
	"Greg and Stan were talking about going to the Manhattan Swim Club,
I'll see if they will take you along."
	Lynn was waiting in the bleachers patiently talking to Joey when I
finally made it across the walkway.  I should have gone in and taken a
shower but if I was going to get the chance to go to another pool and
practice, why?
	"I want to go practice for an hour or so when we leave here.  Is
that okay with you, Lynn?
	"Joey, are you back tomorrow?"  I didn't doubt he would be but I
wanted to be sure.
	"Yeah, I finished third overall in the 50 and the 100.  I should
have things tied up tomorrow as long as I get some rest, so I'm not going
with you.  We could do dinner tomorrow after final try outs?"
	"Sunday dinner, okay.  I do start to work early Monday."
	Lynn wasn't excited about watching us practice but he was patient
and didn't complain the few times I went over to hear his comments.  He
agreed with the judges from earlier, I wasn't doing that great.  I pushed
my self hard, I was determined that I wouldn't embarrass myself the next
day.  I think Greg and Stan were showered, dried and dressed before I was
willing to be dragged from the ten meter board.  I knew I was not doing
well but it was exhilarating to be back in the air looking down on the
world.
	"Do you remember what happened the night before your final college
competition?"  Lynn was smiling as we walked out of the Pool Club.  Diving
had taken a lot out of me and all I really wanted to discuss was where we
were going to eat dinner.
	"I remember we both enjoyed it.  You're not superstitious are you?"
	"Not really, but I would love to have a repeat of that night, I
enjoyed watching the dogs pissing on the man I love and having his dick
waving in the air while they did."  I think I blushed walking down the
street even though there was no one else that could have heard Lynn
talking.
	"Dinner in Chelsea?"
	"Give me what I what tonight?"
	"Okay."  I know that sounds reluctant, but I was excited about what
he had in mind.  Lynn is never one to repeat a performance without trying
to better it.  I didn't know how we could do any better than that night but
I was ready to put myself in his hands.  I was more than ready to be the
recipient of his piss and cum and if he had said he wanted to skip dinner I
would have agreed.
	It felt strange to be eating what purported to be authentic Mexican
food listening to Rap and House music, seated so close to the next table
that I could have eaten off their spoons.  The food was okay, I have had
better and had it served better for a lot less money.  We didn't attempt
using our fake ID's so when we walked to the subway we were totally sober,
I didn't want to have to deal with a hangover the next morning.
	"You didn't put your briefs back on after your shower did you?"
	"No, enjoying the sight?"
	"Oh, I always enjoy seeing your dick.  Let's walk over to the end
of the platform."  I had no idea what Lynn was thinking. There were
probably forty people on the platform, most of them were gather in a bunch
toward the center.  Once we passed the last other person he pulled down his
zipper making sure I saw what he was doing.  In another two steps he had
his dick hanging out of the opening, he wasn't hard but he was partially
chubbed up.
	"Lean against the wall facing the other riders."  I obeyed, wanting
to know what was on his mind.  I thought I had an idea since he hadn't told
me to get down. I was mostly hidden from the sight of the people on the
platform, so whatever he planned was not going to be seen.
	"Why didn't you have a cup of coffee after dinner?"
	"I didn't need one, the diving practice has me excited enough."
	"So having me pissing on you in front of all these people isn't
going to excite you?"  Just hearing him talk about what was about to happen
had my dick straining against my tight shorts.
	"Yeah, do it to me."  There are times when Lynn can control the
piss that flows through his dick into a stream that is easy to drink and
then there are times like that when his piss flows hard enough splatter
back for two or three feet after it hits me.
	He had just released the flow when we both heard the train coming
through the last tunnel.  I was expecting that train to be coming from the
opposite directioin but suddenly I saw the lights and realized that anyone
on the train that was watching out the window would see what was happening.
Generally that would only be the ones that were rushing to get off.  Their
view out the doors wouldn't be that good, but chances were they would get a
look at Lynn pissing on me.
	I don't know whether he couldn't stop or just didn't want to stop.
The train disgorged the riders.  When I looked up there was the man that
had seen us in the basement of the apartment building.
	"You boys need to find better places to relieve yourselves."  By
that time he was rubbing elbows with Lynn and I saw that he had his dick
out, too.  The shock of getting a strangers piss where others might be able
to see it made me lose a load of cum in my shorts.
	"Nice.  Monday evening around 7 Why don't the two of you come down
for dinner.  I'll have the cook fix anything you want, leave a note on the
door tomorrow." Without ever telling us his name he put his dick into his
pants and left.  I thought that was the end of the experience but another
passenger had obviously been watching.  He walked up behind Lynn and loudly
asked if I was a public urinal or private.  He was a black man that was
slightly darker than Lynn, a few inches shorter and more muscular.  I
wouldn't mind another load of piss but I turned around and patted my but so
Lynn knew what I was thinking.
	"Pull those shorts down, boy."  It wasn't said with anger or like
he was attempting to imbue the word with any negative connotations.  I
think he understood that I wanted to feel the hot flow on my asshole. As
soon as I had my shorts below the globes of me ass I felt two streams of
piss pushing against the crack, I tried spreading them apart but I was too
late.
	"When we get home, I'm going to load up on beer and do that to
you."  I was able to see the man walking away hand in hand with a well
built Asian man.
	"Do you want to go home or would you rather stand here and have
more strangers piss on you?"  I wished that he hadn't put me on the spot.
I pulled up my soaked shorts and told him I was ready to go home.  I needed
to get fucked after the day I'd had, if that meant him, Great if it was
Josh or Sarge I would take whatever came my way.
	Lynn was pretty quiet going home.  I would have thought he would
have a lot to saw after he had put me out there like he had, three strange
men had pissed on me because he had started a scene.  Really I was thankful
and would have sunk down to the floor of the train and sucked him there but
there was an old lady sitting across from us and I doubted she would be to
excited about that type of show on her way home.
	We met Hank and Manny on the platform as we were getting off the
subway. They had an emergency call from a friend that needed someone to
take them to a hospital.  Hank said they had no idea when they would be
back.  Manny told me that his cousin was supposed to be by in the morning
for breakfast and asked if they weren't there if we would take him out to
Gino's.  I promised we would unless he was too late and I was off to the
second part of the tryouts.
	"Hey, don't try avoiding Diego.  I want to hear what he's going to
tell me about the way you smell.
	"I hope you were safe."
	"We didn't do anything invasive, Uncle Hank."  I knew he was
worried about me but I didn't appreciate him talking like I am eighteen.
By we got to the top of the stairwell the woman that had been seated across
from us was walking the same way we were going and was less than fifty feet
ahead of us.  She glance back at us a couple times, both times appearing to
try walking faster.
	"Lynn, we are making that woman nervous, let's cross the street."
	"It's because I'm not white in this part of town."  It wasn't often
that he would call people out on their racism but when he did they were
usually subjected to a five minute lecture.
	"Maybe, but let's be nice anyway."
	Surprising all of us, the woman started up the step to the
apartment building as we were going through the door.  Diego winced as we
passed, if I smelled that bad I told Lynn we shouldn't share the elevator
with the old lady.  The elevator arrived quickly and we were gone by the
time Diego had stopped talking to her and had given her an arm to walk
towards the elevator.
	"I'm going straight to the shower."
	"You're not going to turn on the water.  I am going to find the
dogs and you are going to get a shower that you will really enjoy."  My
dick was hard again just thinking about what Lynn was going to have me do.
We had talked about dog piss a few times since the one experience but I
hadn't let Lynn know that I wanted him to make me let the dogs piss on me.
	"Besides, I don't want all the effort I put into training them to
go to waste."  He chuckled at the word play.  "Lay down on your back while
you are waiting."
	Hank had left a note saying that the dogs hadn't been out since
noon.  Thinking about that I knew what I was going to have all over me,
then I thought about the fact that Lynn wanted me on my back. Hearing the
dogs running down the hall I was sure they had smelled me.  Unlike normal,
Lynn was holding onto Sarge, letting Josh find me.  A few seconds later I
heard Lynn tell him to take a leak and he was lifting a leg and pissing
directly on my face.  I couldn't help myself, I opened my mouth and
swallowed what of the strong, burning hot piss I could.
	By the time Lynn let me shower I'd had three more loads of piss and
been fucked twice.  I woke in the middle of the night needing to vomit,
I'll swear to my final days that it was the dinner that night not the dog
piss but Lynn swore that from that night forward it was going to be showers
not dog piss drinking.  I have to admit that is okay with me, there is more
of an aftertaste to dog piss than any man I've had the honor of drinking.
I stayed awake the rest of the night.  I hoped I would have enough energy
for the try outs Sunday.