Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2000 17:50:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Pseudonym Station Subject: Next Door Dog 5 (best, anal, oral) Next Door Dog (best, anal, oral) Part 5 I woke up the next morning with a start. It took a second to figure out where I was, but when I looked over at Steve, I knew that everything was all right. Looking over at the clock, the time was 7:35 AM. I rested my head back down on the pillow and just lied there feeling all warm and happy. Life couldn't get better than this. A big strong construction worker man sleeping silently beside me, many dogs waiting for me outside, and a group of horny construction workers ready to do naughty things with me at a moment's notice. My ass began to twitch with these thoughts, I was so content. I looked over at Steve, his top half no longer covered by sheets, and marveled at his handsome good looks, his magnificent chest and tight abs. I thought nothing could interrupt this moment, when suddenly, the alarm clock went off. I quickly reached over and pressed the snooze button. Steve moved around for a few seconds, pushing his sheets onto the floor, and ended up on his back. Fortunately, he didn't wake up. His entire body was now in clear view. I sat up and soaked up the image before me. His morning hard-on was now pointing straight up into the air. I was getting so excited just looking at his erection. I thought about what to do next, and eventually went for it. I slowly moved down the bed, trying not to wake Steve. It didn't take long, and finally I had positioned myself between his open legs, his cock staring me in the face. I knew Steve would like this wake up call much better than an alarm clock. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue across his delicate balls. I eventually found my way up his shaft to the head of his cock and quickly took it into my mouth. Steve moaned and let out a little whimper. I looked up at his face, thinking he must now be awake, but no, he was still dreaming. I began slurping my way up and down his pole, slipping my tongue across the piss slit. I was now blowing Steve like a pro. After a few moments, I felt Steve rest his hands on my head. Immediately I stopped and looked up at him. He was awake, wide eyed, staring at me with his cock stuffed deep into my face. "Don't stop, that feels great!" he exclaimed. I winked at him and kept going. My head bobbed up and down on his massive piece of manhood. Steve's strong hands held my head in their firm grasp, and slowly began to force more and more of his pole into my mouth. Eventually Steve forced me to take the entire length of his cock down my throat. It felt so sexy with my nose buried in his pubes. I could feel his cock flexing in my throat. I needed his cum and I couldn't wait any longer. I really started sucking him and massaging his balls in my hand. I took him right down to the base, and flicked my tongue over the head when I was back at the top. Steve started moaning louder, calling me his personal, "faggot boy," over and over again. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but my dick got harder each time he called me that. Suddenly, Steve held my head tight in his hands. He asked me if I wanted his cum to pour down my faggot throat, though it's not as if I had a choice, my mouth was going to be full of his sperm whether I wanted it or not. Steve started grunting, and then he exploded in my mouth. The first massive blast from his cock splashed right down my throat to my stomach. The next filled my mouth completely. As he finished, I grabbed my own cock and came almost immediately, falling limp in ecstasy, impaling myself on Steve's spent cock. I couldn't move for a few moments. When I finally was able to move, I pulled my mouth off Steve's cock, bringing some of my own cum to my face and lapping it up. I slowly moved back up beside Steve, lying on my side, just staring at him. Eventually he turned his head toward me. Before he had a chance to say anything, I interrupted. "That was great, thanks." He just sort of stared at me, as if that was supposed to be his line. I leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips. I hope he didn't mind my cock breath. The alarm went off again. I reached for the clock and pressed the snooze button. The clock fell silent. I looked over at Steve, smiled, got one more kiss, and said "I'll go make some breakfast. Anything special you want?" I moved off the bed and stood up. "Surprise me," he said with a smile. As I walked away from the bed, I grabbed my boxers, and continued, "You always want the surprises." I heard him laugh as I walked out of the room. I walked down the hall into the living room. Picking up a remote control, I pointed it at the really nice Sony component stereo system and pressed the power button. The radio defaulted the Howard Stern show. I've loved Howard Stern since the first time I heard him. It was the notion that I wasn't supposed to be listening to him, and that other people didn't like him or were offended by him that first got me to tune in. I love it when he does homo jokes and coughs the word 'faggot' into the microphone. I love him so much, how on Earth could I be offended by anything he said? Howard started talking to Robin about this horrible porn DVD that some company gave him, how he couldn't get it working and that the girls on it kept telling him that he was stupid for not knowing how to work his DVD player. I laughed, but he seemed really pissed that he couldn't get it to work and instead had to watch some horrible video that Crazy Cabbie gave him. I shook my head then stepped into the remarkably well kept kitchen to whip up some breakfast. I looked around and wondered what to make. I looked into the fridge, spotted some eggs and such, and decided to make some scrambled eggs for the both of us. Like a master chef I cracked the eggs into a bowl, mixed them up, and poured them into the frying pan. I popped some bread into the toaster and worked at the eggs. When everything was done, I made up two plates and put them on the table. I walked back to the bedroom and let Steve know breakfast was ready. He was talking on the phone, now wearing some white boxers, but he nodded his head in acknowledgment. I went back to the kitchen and waited for Steve to appear. I shook some pepper onto my scrambled eggs and went into the fridge for something to drink. Before I made it back to the table, heard a loud crash from the living room and Steve yell in pain. I ran over to see what was going on. Steve had stubbed his toe on the leg of a small table, knocking a potted plant to the floor in the process. "Fuck!" Steve yelled with a look of distress on his face. He was jumping around on one leg as he held his foot in his hands. "Shit that hurts." "Come here Steve, sit down for a sec, okay?" I was genuinely worried for him. "Okay." I helped Steve over to the couch and sat him down, resting his foot on the cushions. I turned off the radio, and quickly moved towards his foot so I could get a closer look at the problem. It didn't look too bad, but I thought I'd better baby him anyway. I moved in close and kissed his injured toe. I looked up at him and he was giving me this what-the-hell-are-you-doing face, so I knew he was okay. I went back down and playfully licked and bit his toe. He winced his face in pain, but then smiled saying, "No teeth." I guess everyone's a comedian. I lifted myself up and kissed him on the cheek. "Are you okay, baby?" "Yeah," he said with a smile. "Okay, c'mon, your breakfast is getting cold." I started to walk away when he grabbed me by the arm, pulling me back. "You little tease, get back over here." In one swift movement, I was on my back on the couch, and Steve was lying on top of me. He was breathing heavy right in my face and I could feel his cock getting hard against me. "Wait, Steve. Don't you have to get ready for work?" "Not today, I just phoned in sick." "Really?" I said with perhaps too much joy. Steve gave me an evil grin and then stripped off his underwear. I quickly did the same, giving him the go ahead to use me as his fuckboy. He moved closer until he was looking right into my eyes. Steve slowly placed his lips on mine. Everything seemed to stop as he forced his tongue into my mouth. This was so hot. His tongue probed deep into my mouth, and I slipped mine into his. Our tongues twisting, this moment could have lasted forever. Steve's dick found it's way to my ass. Our lips parted, and I motioned for him to fuck me. He reached down and took his cock in hand, directing it right into my hole. His cock looked so big in his firm grasp, I was getting excited just looking at it. Steve started pressing his cock into me, he stopped when it was about half in. I moaned and closed my eyes with the new sensation. Slowly, he continued forward, forcing his manhood deeper and deeper into my gut. Once he was all the way in, he paused for a moment and allowed me to adjust to his size. He was flexing his cock inside me and it felt incredible. Slowly he started fucking my ass as only a pro could. Slow at first, but then building up some real speed. Steve began to play with my nipples. He knew exactly what buttons to push and exactly how to push them. My cock couldn't have been harder. Steve thrust in as deep as he could go and then pulled back until only his cock head was left inside me. Then he thrust all the way back in, repeating the process over and over again at light speed. In and out, in and out. I wasn't sure how long I could take it. I was whimpering like a bitch in heat when Steve suddenly pulled out, lifted his hand, and slapped me across the face. I wasn't sure what was going on, when again, he slapped me, only harder this time. Smack! "You like that, huh bitch?" He stared coldly into my eyes. I was so surprised at his action that I forgot to breathe. I looked at him with fear written all over my face. A single drop of sweat fell in slow motion from Steve's brow onto me. I took a deep breath and snapped back into reality. "Fuck me," I whispered. "What was that?" "Fuck me," I said a little louder, looking off to the side, afraid to see the expression on his face. "Huh? What does the little faggot boy want?" He lifted his hand ready to smack me again, but I reached up to stop him and yelled. "FUCK ... ME ... NOW!!" I looked right into his squinting eyes. He seemed to be thinking of his next move. He opened his eyes wide, let out a small chuckle, and then suddenly forced his thick tool right back into my butt hole. "Fuck!" I screamed and gritted my teeth. I was squealing in both pleasure and pain as he thrust his cock into me over and over again. I was breathing heavy but was still almost out of breath. Sweat covered my entire body. I started squirming around, I just couldn't keep still. Suddenly he started power fucking my ass like a madman. "Oh God!" I screamed. My bitch ass filled with his pounding cock. I started bucking back to meet his thrusts, his balls smacking against my ass with every movement. Steve's cock probed further into my boy ass than ever before. I thought I was going to pass out, when suddenly Steve began slowing his strokes. He forced himself in deep a few more times before finally, he came inside me. I just stared at his face as he came, it was the look of absolute pleasure. I could feel his hot cum spraying inside me, but that was secondary now, this moment was totally about Steve. He collapsed on me, his cock still lodged deep inside my ass. As he started to shrink inside me, he lifted himself up and pulled out. I let out a sigh of longing as he finally slipped from my ass. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, whispering the words, "I love you," as he got up and walked to the kitchen. Emotions were already running high, but they started building up inside me even more as he said those words. There was this intensely bittersweet feeling as tears started welling up in my eyes. I felt so lucky to have a man to care for me. The tears started down my cheeks. What a fucking mess I was, tears pouring down my face, sweat covering my body, and fresh cum leaking from my used ass. "Baby, c'mon, have some breakfast," Steve yelled from the kitchen. I wiped the tears away with one hand as I reached for my underwear with the other. I pulled myself together, "I'm a man," I kept telling myself, though I knew deep down that I was far from it. I slipped my boxers on and walked to the kitchen, sitting down at the table to eat. The food was good, a touch on the cold side, but I couldn't have cared less. I was still recovering from the fucking and emotional waterfall I had just gone through. I could hear someone talking, but really wasn't listening, everything seemed to be miles away. Suddenly I heard a snapping sound and looked up from my plate to see what it was. It was Steve trying to get my attention, he was waving his hands now. "Hello? Anyone home?" "W-what? I mean, um..., I'm sorry, Steve, I..., I wasn't listening." "I said, how are your eggs?" "Oh, they're good. Yours?" "Good. Thanks for making them." "No problem. Any time." Steve finished eating pretty quick, saying, "Thanks man. I'm going to go have a shower, want to join me?" Shit, this guy couldn't get enough of my tight boy ass. "Um, nah, Steve. Next time, okay? I'm just a little beat." "Yeah okay." He walked away and I heard the shower start. I couldn't finish my food and instead went over to use the computer. It was a Grape iMac DV. I should know, I advised him to buy this exact model, though he picked the color. I knew he wasn't going to be editing much video or watching many DVD movies, but hey, it was a better choice for him than just about any other machine on the market. Plus, you just can't go wrong with a Mac. I powered it up and it gave me the standard welcome sound and displayed the Mac OS loading screen. I looked through his hard drive and almost shit when I saw the video Steve took of me when I was getting fucked by Max as a file called "Max's New Bitch." Viewing the file got me hard instantly, but why was this video on here? And what Steve planning to do with it? Though I was skeptical of his computer abilities, it's possible that he could have emailed the clip to someone or even made a web page with me as the main attraction. I closed the video file and continued looking through the hard drive. Next I stumbled onto a folder filled with pictures of me being fucked by Rex and Rudy at the construction site. Some of the pictures featured the construction workers fucking me, or even letting their cum fly on my face. I'd seen a couple of the pictures before as Steve had sent some to me the day before in an email. Again, there was the picture of my ass being plowed by a huge cock, but who was it? I wasn't really as mad as I was curious as to what he was going to do with the files. I was also getting really turned on seeing myself in these photos and the video. My cock was forcing it's way out of my boxers, but I held myself back from jerking off. Just then, Steve finished his shower and came out to see me using the computer. He now had some light pants on, but no shirt. "See anything you like?" he asked. "Absolutely," I responded, not sure if he meant the photos, or him, but either way the answer was the same. "Forget those pictures for a minute, come with me." "Okay." I walked with him, following him outside to the dogs. He slipped on some sandals, but I stayed in my bare feet. Max was still tied up separate from the others. I walked over and played with him for a moment while Steve opened the big dog cage and motioned for a big black lab to follow him out. I left Max and walked over to Steve. "This is Toby," Steve introduced the dog to me. "Hi Toby." I knelt down and put my hand on his head. He didn't seem upset, this was a good sign. "That's a good dog." "Toby is a really horny dog, he's going to fuck your ass now." "No shit." "Yup. I've got to see this up close from beginning to end." "Okay," I said with a little smile. I walked to the middle of the yard and peeled off my boxers, eventually sitting down on the ground. I clapped my hands together and motioned for Toby to come over, he did so right away. Immediately, I reached back and took his doggy cock in my hand. Toby stopped moving, his eyes opening wide. Next, I moved my hand back and massaged his low hanging balls. They felt wonderful in my hand and Toby was enjoying it too. I didn't want to wait any longer, so I got on all fours and displayed my backside to Toby, slapping my butt as an invitation. My ass was already lubed up with Steve's cum, so we were ready to go. Toby walked closer and sniffed at me. He must of liked what he saw because in no time is was sticking his tongue deep into my hole. "God that feels good!" I told Steve, and he smiled. Steve's cock was rock hard and clearly visible through his pants. Next, Toby jumped up on my back, resting his weight on me. The feeling as his cock pressed into my ass was incredible. I was no longer someone for him to respect, but just another bitch to fuck. His doggy cock plunged deep into my already aching ass, thrusting like only a dog knows how, his thick knot already trying to force it's way into my tight hole. Toby's cock was just as large as Rex and Rudy's, if not larger. I put my head down to the ground, allowing him to completely take over my body. Just then I heard Steve speak. "Oh shit, I should be getting this on tape! Back in a second." I heard him run back into the house, though it was hard to pay attention to what he was doing with Toby's cock thrusting inside me. I lifted my head up for a moment in response to Toby's actions, and saw something that put a fright into me. A car was driving down the driveway towards the house, and I was in open view. My mind cleared immediately, and I knew that I needed to get hidden right away. If someone were to see me here, this would not be funny at all. I tried to move away from my anal attacker, but he started growling and closed his teeth around the back of my neck. Toby continued to thrust mercilessly into my hole as the car grew closer. When it finally stopped, I could see, to my fright, that it was a police car. I could see two officers in the police car, both wearing dark blue uniforms. I'm sure that at any other time I would be checking them out, but at this moment, it was the furthest thing from my mind. Both men got out of the car and started walking in my direction. I knew they'd seen me. I had no idea what to do. What was I going to say to them? What were they going to do with me? I could see them walking closer and closer, Toby still fucking my ass, his knot almost ready to push into me. The officer's shadows now covered me, but I kept my head down. "What have we got here?" one of the men asked. I was too scared to speak, but my cock was still hard. Suddenly Steve reappeared to break the silence. "Hey, I got the video cam...," then he noticed the police officers standing over me. "Oh fuck." ------------------------------ Comments? Questions? Suggestions? E-mail me at pseudonymstation@yahoo.com. Part six (hopefully) coming soon.