Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 12:22:51 -0700 (PDT) From: bryan m Subject: Skyscraper Guy III - Workin the Beast Business So now its official. I just became a whore. I just accepted money for doing it with a guy's dog. Not just him, and not just with his dog. Both. So I worked hard for my money. Pretty good money, though. My family is not poor, but I have a lot of brother's and sisters. College costs, and there are several in good schools ahead of me. Mine is a really good private one, costs even more than theirs, so I have to be creative about finance. I mean, I have some real good scholarships, but they expect me to supplement my scholarships with work. I'll bet this wasn't on their list of accepted professions. But it was relatively fast, my working uniform didn't cost me anything cuz I got it free at birth, and I had a pretty good time. Not great, but not at all bad. Well I did have kind of a uniform, I did wear a mask when he took the pictures. I don't want my face posted all over the internet with a big grin plastered on my face and a big dog sprawled across my back. He has a full on picture of me on all fours, smiling and taking it from his doggy dude. But you can't see the smile because of the mask. Can't see my face, either, and thats a good thing. I am the Martha Stewart of zoo boys. I wonder if this will become a kinda frequent thing? I met this guy through the dude who likes skyscrapering. I wouldn't do it in front of the windows again and said that I wouldn't even if he paid me $10,000. He must of realized I meant it, cuz he and I do the deed, and his dog and I have tossed my salad a couple of times, but in the privacy of the kitchen, where no one can really see. So, he wasn't gonna pay me that, but it must have set his mind to work thinking "well, he might not make a display piece of himself for $10,000, but maybe he would do other stuff for less". Turns out I will. A couple of weeks ago he introduces me to a friend of his - married, fortyish lawyer who lives in the suburb next over from mine. They don't know that cuz they don't know where I live. Lawyer has two children and a wife, so bringing his boyfriend home is not an option. They meet at the boyfriend's place at lunch or on some nights during the week. Works well. But this lawyer has another interest - one which I can satisfy, apparently. One which his boyfriend won't. He likes watching boys do it with dogs. He met my Mr. Skyscraper in a zoo chat room, or maybe that beast dating place on the internet. Somewhere. They've done it as a three some (my guy, the lawyer, and the dog) a couple of times. Mr. S has some photos of me bare assed, on all fours, my ass exposed and looking over my shoulder with a cheerful "climb aboard" smile or on my back with my legs up and the same smile. They are on the wall in the bedroom. The lawyer guy was interested, and even obsessed, maybe. He hounded and hounded my friend, you might say. He wants to meet me. So the three of us meet and have dinner. Then there is a second 3 some. My guy, the lawyer, and me. It was pretty hot. I like dick at either end at the same time. They could both fuck pretty good and my throat was stretched and my ass was full. You know how your eyes begin to cross when a big one gets way down your throat and the guy attached to it won't let you off it for a second or two, so your throat spasms and your nose runs, and you gag? What could be better than that, right? Well, if you wiggle your hips, push your ass back into the fucking and let the guy up your ass in as deep as he can go, its intense. We spent a long time on round one. Then I lounged around naked trying to cadge a drink or two to get loose for round 2. My guy and the lawyer went off to the living room and you could here them arguing. Didn't get it all but part of it was the lawyer wanting to see me do it with the big pup. My guy is not letting it happen. He is still trying to keep me on a short leash and make me agree to be a window display. So back they come, with a couple of dildos, and they work me over pretty good. I don't get any drinks, so I am sober. I may not be as loose as I might, but I will remember all of this in the morning, for sure. Somehow the lawyer gets my cell number out of my guy. He starts calling me. He has a dog that isn't fixed, has been trained to make guys happy, and he wants to meet me for a session. Surprise, huh, zoo guy with dog and an interest in watching and sharing with an other guy? Who wudda thought it? He sounds a bit like he might start stalking me, so I am not gonna do it without some more re-assurances. I say no. He says please, please please. I say no. He suggests money could be part of the picture. I say no. I am actually kinda put out. What made him think I am a whore? I am kinda curious. Does the wife use the dog too? So we don't communicate for awhile. Then I need new tires for my car, I need to pay registration fees for school, I need a new muffler, I need, I need, I need. My life guarding money is gone, gone, gone. And my parents haven't got any to give me. In my own defense I will say I resisted for over two weeks. But I was about to lose my job because getting there by bus is so fuckn slow and unreliable. So I call him. I have read the adverts in the M4M section of cruising for sex, and gotten a price range.I tell him I will do what he wants, but only for a good price. He agrees to my price without a second's hesitation. I should have asked for more, for sure. But I was $100.00 an hour over the average asking price for a handsome guy with a good body and good face shot in some big place like L.A. or New York or Seattle, or Las Vegas. I thought I was being savvy. Should have remembered that I am a specialty act and doing two for not so much more than the price of one, I guess. We agree to meet. I have to cut class to do this, cuz he can't take me home. We meet at a motel in a scuzzy part of town. When I knock on the door it comes open. He is wearing his boxers, watching ESPN, and looking eager. There is lube on the table, a big dildo, and a dog collar. The door to the bathroom is closed. I'll bet thats where my doggy boyfriend is. He tells me to close the door, switches on some music, turns it up a bit and says "strip, kid". I start swiveling my hips, throw my baseball hat on the other bed, pull my t-shirt over my head, and unbutton the second and third buttons of my jeans. Since the first one is open - I thought that was real sexy - my jeans drop right to the floor and I step out of my shoes ( I have a swimmer's build so my hips are real narrow and I am flat back to front. Useful at a time like this. I dance around, shaking my ass and playing pussy boy. He likes this. He tells me to kneel. I do. He puts the dog collar on me, and shoves his dick in my mouth. I make some muffled choking cuz he goes right on down to the base. I do my thing for awhile. I like it when spit and pre-cum run down my cheeks and and chin. This is clearly a no tell motel and there are bad mirrors everywhere. I peer out of the corner of my eye and watch me get faced fucked. My boner is standing to attention and my cheeks and chin are really shiny from the spit and pre-cum. This makes me hot. Then he puts me chest down on the bed and starts lubing me up. When my ass is so lubed and slick you could float a boat, he tells me to wait right there. I do. He sprays a real nice, expensive smelling cologne on my ass and crack. He goes and opens the bathroom door. I was right - here comes Romeo. Except he is a pitt bull. I know, I know, in beast stories its always a pitt bull or rottweiler, so I am supposed to be really hotted up. But my dog is a Bernese Mountain dog, and I am a Bernese bitch cuz that is the kinda dog I like. This guy is really ugly, and mean looking. Turns out he is sweet as pie. Like me, he is only around for sex. So he behaves really well. Except he slobbers a bit on my back. My advice, never slobber on your partner while fucking him. Before, maybe, but not during. He comes over and starts slobbering on my ass and legs. He pushes his muzzle against my crack - hard. He keeps doing this, and the bed is making creaking noises as my face and hips get pushed against the mattress. Clearly he likes this. The lawyer tells him to lick me. He starts licking and snuffling. I am already hard, but this helps me stay that way. Lawyer slides a mask over my head and takes out a digital camera. Starts making a movie. Then its time for the main event. The dog is up and on me. The lawyer lets him screw my crack for awhile, filming all the while as the dog dances back and forth on his hind legs. Then the lawyer guides it in. My eyes roll back in my head with pain for a moment. But I begin to recover. It feels much sexier. The walls here are so thin that if I scream I am sure I would blow out the one in front of me and bring the entire motel running. And it starts to feel pretty damm good. But the guy wants to watch for awhile. So he uses his hand to keep the knot from going in. I am getting humped and humped and humped. At first this is great, cuz its a great fucking, but then I get a bit sore. With a camera about 6 inches from my body I am sure you will be able to hear me moan with pleasure and yelp with pain. He moves the camera around from point to point. Tells me to beg for it. I do. I beg the dog to fuck me, just like in the porns. The dog is already fucking me, but I beg anyway. After all, I am on salary here. Finally the guy must squeeze him or something cuz the Pittbull, he lets loose on me and reaches orgasm. I am slimy with the stuff. Then he tells me to stay where I am, puts the pittbull back in the bathroom, comes back, condoms us and mounts me. He goes where his dog has just gone before. I become sloppy seconds. Fucks me hard. Its a bit painful, he has no style this evening. He was good at the three some, but this evening he just pounds me. Not bad, but not sexy. I lie there and take it. Then its over. I slide to the floor. He tells me he needs to go in about an hour. Asks me to get up on the bed. I do. He blows me till I cum. Then we sort of cuddle and watch TV. He has to go. I have to be gone first, so I get dressed, take the money off the dresser, and leave. Now I am feeling really conflicted. I can get tires, I can get the muffler, I can pay registration fees, and I can get some other stuff. But. And, he asked me if I minded if he would give my first name and cell number to some guys he knows who also have the need. I say I'll think about it. But we arrange a second session for the 3 of us for two weeks from now. Same motel, same cast of characters. I'll need to think about this. If there are other offers, do I take them? Do I use this to supplement my income from my other jobs? A friend of mine is already a whore for just humans. Should I limit my practice? He showed me Aaron Lawrence's book. I apparently should declare income from even a sideline like this to the IRS. Scary. Its late afternoon, and I have a lot of work ahead of me this evening. And a real sore ass. And no one to talk to about the particulars of this branch of the world's oldest profession. ***************************************************** comments, criticisms, suggestions, remarks? Like to hear them. B