Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2016 12:48:44 -0800
From: Otis McCoy <coyotetale42@gmail.com>
Subject: Hungry Goat Tattoo Parlor Chapter 3

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Over the course of the next few months, I found myself bottoming more and
more. It wasn't really something we ever talked about, but now that I was
opening up with such ease, it just became the more convenient thing to do.
And we both loved it, so what was the harm in that?

After our alleyway tryst, we stuck to the bedroom for the most part, with a
few notable exceptions. Edward fucked me on the side of the road at one
point, after we were driving back home from visiting his family around
midnight. I was telling him how that I could see where he got his good
genes from, his father and brother were pretty good looking as well, and
Edward was laughing, calling me a whore who'd bend over for any person with
a cock who walked by. I responded that I would bend over for him anytime,
and next thing I know we're pulled over, I'm leaning on the car hood with
my pants between my legs, and Edward is plunging his cock into my ass.

Another time, I had to go on a trip for work for a few days, and both of us
promised not to jerk off in the intermediate time, so it would be even
sweeter when we finally saw eachother. I kept the promise, but perhaps bent
it a little when I started fingering myself in my hotel room. I wasn't
touching my cock at all, so I technically wasn't jerking off, but I was
still pleasuring myself with my fingers. Then, because I'm evil like that,
I took a five minute long video, in which I started with one finger and
ended up with three fingers and a fourth barely teasing around the rim, and
sent it to Edward with a friendly reminder: "No jerking, sweetie <3"

We had a fairly romantic night planned at a quaint Chinese place where we
had had one of our first dates. But when I met him there, I could see a
slightly crazed fire in Edward's eyes. It was obvious he had stayed true to
our promise, and he was doing everything he could to keep himself from
jumping me right there and then. After ordering, I said I had to go to the
bathroom.

While washing my hands, the door opened, and Edward walked in. Glancing
around to make sure no one else was in here, he grabbed me by the tie and
pulled me into the handicapped stall. Not even saying anything, he spun me
around, pushed me into the wall, and pulled down my pants underneath my
butt cheeks. Five minutes later, we returned to our table, the wonton
appetizer awaiting us, a load of Edward's cum swimming in my ass.


-- -- --

About four months since my first tattoo, it was my birthday, and enough
money came pouring in from relatives that I could get some more ink. I
wanted to get the image of my childhood pit bull tattooed on my left bicep,
in honor of what a good girl she was. Pierce was happy to do it, saying
that dogs were some of his favorite animals to draw.

"They were shaped by humans," he said, as did the linework. "Totally
created by us. Hell, they used to be wolves, one of man's predators, but we
took them, formed them, changed them into something that comes when we
call." He looked me in the eyes and winked. "But then again, by changing
dogs, we also changed ourselves. Now, only a monster could walk by a golden
retriever without melting. There's a reason therapy dogs exist, dogs
comfort us, keep us happy. We provide for them, spend money and time to
give them the most comfortable lives we can, we scratch their bellies for
almost nothing in return."

"And when they're gone, it feels like a part of us is missing," I chimed
in, thinking about my old dog.

"So true, my friend," said Pierce. "There's something in dog's genetics
that makes them yearn for our approval, obey us unerringly. But there's
something in our genetics that makes us want to love and care for dogs,
provide for them. It's a symbiotic relationship."

It took two sessions to get the dog filled in, and the second day was
sweltering. I was glad that I got to be shirtless throughout the process,
but Pierce looked like he was suffering, even in his sweat-soaked tank.

"Mind if I take this off, Dale?" he asked, pulling at his shirt to air it
out.

"Nah go ahead man, it's hot as balls today," I responded. "Besides, I've
always low key wondered what the rest of your tattoos look like." He peeled
off his shirt, tossing it onto the chair where it landed on mine.

Pierce's chest and abs were covered with intricate, sharp lines that
connected to the rings on his biceps and led down beneath his pants. I
could make out patterns in the lines, but none with total recognition.
There were reptilian eyes above his abs, snake eyes maybe? I think there
was a man on his sternum, with wings branching off onto his pecs. I was
drawn in, the patterns forming and fading as I tried to grasp the whole
picture. When Pierce announced that the work was finished, I was stunned.
Hours had passed by in what seemed like minutes.

When I showed Edward the finished work, he admired the craftsmanship,
before teasing, "Aww, cute. Now even my bitch has a bitch." I punched him
lightly (with the non-inked arm of course), before grabbing a huge handful
of his ass.
"Let's see who's the real bitch tonight," I said, growling into his ear.

"Challenge accepted."

Our tongues wrestled for dominance as I pushed him into the bedroom. We
stripped off eachother's clothes, making it a competition at who could get
the other naked fastest. Still standing, we continued to kiss, and I used
my one inch height difference to leverage my tongue into his mouth. He
retaliated, biting my lip, but I was the one who tossed him into bed.

He landed with an oomph, his legs spread wide. I dove in heads first,
ignoring his already leaking cock and licking up his smooth ass crack. His
hole was puckered and tight, and as I started licking it I thought back to
the last time I had been inside it. Was it four, five days ago?

There was a time when I had been fucking him every other day, sometimes
twice a day on weekends, but now it had been almost a week. In the same
amount of time, Edward had been inside me... I thought back. Six times? Six
times in five days? No that wasn't right, he had fucked we twice on
Saturday and twice on Monday, so... seven times. He had gotten a whole week's
worth of fucking in. Well, no matter. I was going to get it in him tonight.

Despite my head full of thoughts, my tongue was still going wild on his
ass. He had loosened up enough that I could get further in, and Edward was
moaning in the distance as I focused all my energy on tongue punching his
hole. I forgot how much I loved the taste of ass and the act of eating out.
If I were straight, my girlfriend would be the happiest gal in the world.

I moved up his taint, licking until I reached his balls. Then, borrowing
from a maneuver I had seen in porn, I started jerking his shaft up and
down, slowly and surely, using the copious precum he had produced. My other
hand was exploring his hole, and I started twisting a finger in and out.
Meanwhile, I was mouthing his balls, licking up the sweat they had
accumulated through the day and sucking one into my mouth at a time. I
switched balls every ten seconds or so, and started picking up the pace
with both my hands, until Edward was begging me to slow down.

I listened to him, this time. I didn't want him to cum before I could fuck
his pretty ass. I came up for air, kissing up his body slowly, sensuously,
until I reached his nipples. Edward had always had pretty sensitive
nipples, and I teased them with my mouth, lightly biting them as my other
hand reached back down to his hole.

The fight had gone out of Edward, it was obvious I had won and was going to
claim my reward. Now, it was all about the pleasure, making eachother feel
good. I lay next to him, one hand feeling his body, focusing on his
nipples, the other hand stroking my cock as he stroked mine. Edward's other
hand fondled my balls, before slowly trailing up my body, tweaking my
nipples.

I let out an uncontrollable moan, like one of the fake ones that a porn
star who just had her pussy split open may emit. My nipples were never this
sensitive before. They were always just sort of there, but now it felt like
they were electrified. Edward, quizzical, took note of what had just
overcome me, and gave another twist. I squirmed with pleasure, my mouth
gaping open again. It felt like waves of needles were washing throughout my
body, starting at my nipples and crashing up against my cock (with little
ripples hitting my hole as well).

Edward told me later that he thought I was faking how much I enjoyed it for
his sake, but I swore I wasn't. Overnight my nipples had become sex organs,
and Edward was starting to take advantage of it. Realizing our game was
back on, that the crown could still be stolen from the winner, Edward
rolled on top of me, making sure to be careful about the fresh tattoo on my
arm.

"You like that, bitch," he whispered, punctuating with a pinch to my
nipples.

"Oh f-f-fuu--" I sputtered, as he twisted them again. I had no idea what was
happening, but I was loving it. Edward lay down on my body, his mouth
latched onto a nipple, and he began doing to me what I had done to him. His
nibbles were on the border of painful, but certainly not as strong as ones
I had given him in the past. He flicked the other one as he bit the first,
occasionally switching off, whipping me into a fervor.

He retraced the path I had taken in reverse, kissing down my body until he
reached my balls. I was too overcome with sensation to resist him, to
retake my proper place as king of the hill, as he took a ball at a time
into my mouth. He started sucking my dick, though every time he felt me
start to thrust into his mouth on my own accord he would reach up and pinch
a nipple, subduing me. At this point, I knew I was fucked, both literally
and figuratively. Edward had won, and now it was time to enjoy the ride
(again, both literally and figuratively).

I lifted my legs over my head, my eyes begging to get fucked. Edward met my
gaze, rising up over me until his body was perpendicular with mine.
Grasping a leg in each hand, he spread them out as wide as I could stretch,
his rigid cock poking at my hole. Even though he hadn't rimmed me, I still
felt wet down there, and I knew I could take it.

I needed to take it, but he wasn't giving it to me, being too busy lording
over his conquest. He would brush the head of his cock against my hole,
making me moan with desire, but never slipping in. We both knew as soon as
he thrusted he would slide in until he was balls deep; my hole had been
fucked every day for a week, it opened up like butter now. But instead, he
rested my legs on his shoulders, his hands homing in on my nipples.

"Beg for it, bitch," Edward said.

"Give it to me," I responded.

"Couldn't hear you Dale, speak up." I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck me, Edward."

"Louder, bitch."
"FUCK me, Edward." He inched his cock closer, until it was resting on the
lips of my hole.

"Who's the bitch here?" he asked.

"I am."

"And what does the bitch want?"

"The bitch wants you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me just like the bitch
I am-aaaaaaiiii" my voice went up an octave or two as he gave my nipples
another squeeze.

"You asked for it, bitch." Edward pushed his cock in, quickly and suddenly.
One second I was begging like a bitch in heat, the next his pubes were
tickling my ass crack. He pinched my nipples again. "I love how you clench
around me every time I do that. You were made to get fucked like a bitch."

He kept on pinching my nipples as he sped up his thrusts, making my eyes
roll back in my head. I was lucky that he wasn't touching my cock, because
I would've came right then and there. My own hands were reaching up his
body, feeling his abs contract and tense as he fucked me. After about ten
minutes, he pulled out of me, flipping me over onto my stomach. I pushed
myself up into all fours and he took me doggy style, one of our favorite
positions.

While normally Edward will give me a slow reacharound when he fucks me like
this, this time his hands were totally focused on my nipples. He didn't
need to pinch them anymore to keep me his bitch, all the fight had been
fucked out of me and I was more than happy to take his cock for as long as
he wanted to give it to me.

He kept on grunting as he put more force behind his thrusts. I heard him
grunt "Take it bitch", "Like that cock", "Hole like a pussy", "Such a
fucking hot slut", "Made to take cock" and a few others, each dirty phrase
punctuated with a twist of my nipples. My cock was painfully hard and
leaking, but my arms were too busy holding me upright to deal with it. If I
let a hand stray there, I woulda been knocked over.

After another ten minutes or so, Edward's thrusts started to speed up, and
I knew he was driving himself to the point of no return. I clenched my hole
around him, and he came, filling my guts with his essence. He roared as he
collapsed onto me, his cock still twitching inside my hole. My arms gave
out and I fell to the bed. The sudden stimulation from the silky sheets on
my cock, already primed and ready to fire, was all it took to have me
cumming too, and Edward moaned again as my hole spasmed around his
softening cock.

"Told you you were my bitch," Edward murmured into my ear, nibbling it.

"Ah, shuddup." I flailed back to slap his ass. One of his arms wormed under
my chest to grab a nipple. Despite just cumming, I could feel myself
chubbing up again.

"And it looks like we found your bitch buttons too."
"I didn't expect them to be so sensitive. I always thought it was cool how
sensitive yours are though, I'm glad mine grew to be that way."

"Yeah but damn man, mine were never that wired to my hole," Edward said.
"Every time I pinched them it felt like you were getting tighter."

"Well I'm glad you liked it," I said, wriggling my ass up into him, trying
to keep his softening dick inside me even longer. "I love you."

-- -- --

  I visited Pierce the next week so he could check how my tattoo was
healing, and also just to catch up. It was another hot day, and he was
wearing the loosest tank I had ever seen him in. He kept on airing it out,
giving me occasional wafts of his musk. My cock was stirring in my pants
whenever I smelled it, and it reminded me of his shirtless body the last
time I was here. I remember walking back from the shop, my new tattoo
covered in plastic, sniffing random bursts of Pierce's musk. When I got
home I realized it was from when he threw his sweaty shirt on top of mine,
and I was tempted to keep the shirt unwashed so it would still smell like
Pierce.

Shaking myself out of the body odor induced train of thought, I asked him
something that had been bugging me as of late. "Do you know if there are
any pressure points that I could've triggered with this bicep tattoo?"
Pierce waved it off. "It's not likely, man. The arms focus with sensitivity
and feeling, but the design I gave you probably wasn't enough to touch
anything."

"Well, I've been experiencing increased nipple sensitivity, so I was just
wondering."

"It's a possibility, Dale. Hopefully it hasn't been bothering you?"
"Nahh, the opposite really. Just thought you should know." I made my way
back out of the shop. When I reached the door, Pierce called my name.

"Dale! Remember the tattoo I gave you for free?" I nodded. "I'm ready to
take my payment for it."

"Oh, yeah, no problem. I got some money for my birthday I think I can
manage," I said, slightly despondent. That money was being saved for an
Xbox, I shouldn't have gotten a new tattoo I should've just payed for the
old one.

Pierce laughed. "I don't want your money, Dale. I want to fuck you."


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