It was purely accidental that I even met him. Or fate. I think I prefer to think of it as fate. What would my life have been like if Shadow hadn't stepped on that piece of glass that day?
I'd been looking for a new veterinarian for a while. The dogs might have been happy with the old fart I took them to now, but I wasn't. I'd overheard more than one homophobic comment from him in the past and it seemed to me his attitude was getting worse, not better with time. I'm a pretty live and let live kind of guy, but intolerance like that is hard to stomach. I don't think he knew I was gay, which is probably how I overheard him, he wasn't being cautious about what he said. Already a couple of my more overt gay friends had quit going there, saying they didn't feel comfortable.
Now it was my turn.
I'd taken the two dogs out for their usual run in the dog park but it wasn't until I got home that I noticed Shadow was limping. A quick examination of his right front foot revealed a razor thin piece of glass embedded in his pad. I extracted it but got to worrying about how long it had been since he'd had a tetanus shot. Too damned long.
A quick glance at the clock told me my regular vet, the old fart, was closed for the day. That was when I thought of the new guy who'd opened an office in the area only a few months ago. I called and the girl who answered said yes, they were open so I booked an emergency appointment, bundled Shadow into the van and headed over.
The waiting room was empty except for a harried looking middle-aged woman with an equally harried looking Yorkie. Both of them eyed Shadow apprehensively but I'm used to that reaction. Dobermans have a unearned reputation for meanness, but Shadow was a complete gentleman and never even glanced at the other dog as I checked in and confirmed our appointment. After a few minutes the Yorkie was called in to the examination room, leaving a relieved Shadow and me alone in the waiting room. The receptionist, a teenage girl with frizzy blond hair kept glancing at the two of us. Finally our eyes met.
"Nice dog," she said. "Purebred?"
"Yeah," I said, touching Shadow's head possessively. "Both of my dogs are."
"You have two? Neat. I love Dobies."
Smart girl. But I could tell she was flirting with me and while I'm used to it - like I said, I don't 'look' gay - I still never quite know how to handle it. So I ignored her signals and picked up a Kennel Club newsletter to browse. She went back to her keyboard.
Several minutes later the woman with the Yorkie came out accompanied by a man I assumed was the new vet and I forgot all about flirting receptionists and yappy terriers.
He was about my height, just over six feet, with well defined shoulders and chest on a slender body. He had dark, tousled hair and sleepy looking eyes that just screamed sex appeal and a mouth I had a sudden urge to kiss. Even in a plain white lab coat he oozed sexuality and I knew then and there my dogs were never going to be seen by another vet.
I stood up when his eyes fell on me and he smiled. "Shadow?" Shadow scrambled to his feet when I tugged on his lead and the two of us followed the gorgeous vet into the examination room. He closed the door behind us.
"This your first visit?" the hunk said.
I nodded and extended my hand. "Todd Richards," I said. "And this is Shadow - Silhouettes First Edition, to be exact." His fingers closed over mine and I wanted nothing more than to pull his pliant body against mine and taste that delicious looking mouth. Instead I shook his hand and smiled inanely.
"Beautiful animal. I'm partial to Dobes myself."
Smart man. God, gorgeous and smart. I was smitten.
"I'm Dr. Keith Anderson. Let's get Shadow up on the table and see what's going on."
Together we lifted the hundred pound dog onto the examination table and the vet slid his stethoscope over Shadow's rib cage.
"Good strong heartbeat. How old is he?"
"Three last month."
"He's not an American bred, is he?"
I was impressed. Most people don't pick up on that - European Dobermans are bred heavier than their American counterparts. To my eye American Dobes look frail. Lightweight. I'd always favored the Dutch Dobes myself. They look more butch; just like I like my men. I grinned. If he wondered what I found so funny he didn't say.
He checked out Shadow's impressive teeth. Looked in his ears. I confess I like the cropped look so both my dogs have their ears cut. Only Shadow has one lazy ear so he has a lopsided look. I think it makes him look endearing. Keith seemed to agree.
"Aren't you just a sweet looking thing." He rubbed Shadow's head. "Bet you're spoiled rotten."
"Oh, yeah. Major suck. They both are."
"Most Dobes are. You show them?" Then he answered his own question as he examined the dog's back end. "Oops, guess not. Not fixed like that."
"Nah, dogs shows aren't my thing." Suddenly wishing I was a dog so Keith the way hunky vet could examine me all over like that. I was sporting a boner and was thankful the examining table was between me and Keith. "Too political. We do special shows. Super dogs type thing. I'm booked into the county fair next month. Maybe you could come see us."
There must have been a catch of something in my voice because Keith gave me a weird look. Then his own smile burst out of his gorgeous face.
"They must be something to see."
"You'll have to come out and see for yourself."
Another weird look. "I'd like that." He picked up Shadow's injured paw and studied the cut. "Ah, here's the culprit. Glass?" I nodded. Keith cleaned it out, gave Shadow his shot. "That ought to take care of him. He's lucky, it's not deep enough to need stitches." Keith's hand rested on Shadow's head, right near my hand. "I've seen you around."
"Oh?" I figured he meant on the street, maybe walking one of the dogs, so he surprised the hell of me when he said:
"Yeah, at the Green Lantern Bar and Grill.
My mouth must have hung open because he was grinning like a son of a bitch. The Green Lantern was a gay restaurant right in the heart of queerville. I went there at least once a week. No way had I ever seen him there. I said as much.
"It was my first time. I'm out, but I wanted to be careful about being seen by my clients so I stayed inside. I'd rather be known for my skill with animals than my sexual orientation. You were on the patio as I recall."
We put Shadow back on the floor and stood there looking at each other. I could feel the heat radiating off his body and suddenly knew under that white smock that he had a hard on as heavy as mine. But I'm not a forward kind of guy, I never did well in the pick up scene, which is probably why I'm alone more often than not, so as usual I did nothing.
Fortunately Dr. Keith wasn't as reticent. "Would you like to join me there for a drink sometime?"
Would I? I smiled dopily. "When?"
He put his hand over mine where it lay on the examining table. "How about when I get off here? I'm done in," he glanced at his watch, "twenty minutes. Unless there's an emergency walk in you're the last appointment of the day."
I stared into his eyes, they were a beautiful blue. I could drown in eyes like that. "Do you have to go home to get changed?"
"I can do better than that," he said. "I live here, above this place. You can come and have a drink while I get dressed."
Is that all I can do? I wondered wistfully. I couldn't seem to lose the dopy smile.
Maybe that's why Keith did what he did next. He leaned over and planted those perfect lips on mine.
I haven't been with a ton of guys, and I'm not the most experienced person in the world, but that kiss just about blew me away. It wasn't over the top, raw lust, he wasn't trying to fuck me right there, but he was definitely sending a message. Call me Western Union.
I opened my mouth and groaned when his tongue accepted the invitation and slipped inside. His hand went behind my head and pressed me against him. I grabbed his hip for support. My body swayed and leaned into him, I groaned again when I felt his erection press against my belly. I must have been wrong about his height, he had to be an inch or two taller than me. His dick felt huge.
"God, you're cute," he murmured when he broke the kiss. He nibbled on my mouth then leaned away. "Sorry."
"For what?" I stared at his mouth. Wishing he'd kiss me again. "For kissing me?"
"For being so forward. I don't normally go around kissing my clients."
I stroked his face and was glad to feel him lean into my hand. "Good," I said. "As long as it's just me."
"Oh you're the first." Then he pulled away completely and straightened his lab coat. "And if I don't get out there and help Mandy close up we'll never get to dinner." He gave me that killer smile again. "Or anything else."
I wanted to ask him about the anything else, but he was gone.
I stared down at Shadow who was watching me with his normal Dobe intensity. "I think I'm falling big time, guy. What am I going to do?"
Shadow's stub of a tail wagged in what I took for approval. He liked this new vet too.
"I hope you're right."
Keith's apartment was a small, cramped thing that seemed to be almost an afterthought. It was attached to his clinic by a narrow windowless passage up a flight of steep stairs. Shadow didn't like the stairs, but he gamely followed me. We found ourselves in a dingy living room with a single window overlooking the alley behind the clinic. The room was filled with cast off furniture and smelled faintly of old cooking and carpet cleaner. It was painfully neat and the only clutter was a pile of veterinary periodicals on a scarred wooden table beside an overstuffed easy chair. The doctor's chair? I took a seat on a sagging couch facing the chair. Told Shadow to down and he lay at my feet.
Keith discarded his lab coat the minute he was through the door and disappeared through a door into another room. He came out wearing faded jeans and a plain black T-shirt. They both clung to his slender body showing off a surprising amount of muscle and a nice fat basket. He headed for the kitchen. "Want a beer?" he called over his shoulder.
He came out carrying two. Handed me one and took a deep drink of his own. He waved the beer bottle around to indicate the room.
"Sorry for the place," he said. "But it's cheap and with the clinic downstairs it let's me concentrate on establishing my business." His self deprecating grin was cute. "Later there will be time for fancy digs. Once I've made my first fortune."
"I'm still after that myself," I said. "Know any secrets?"
He looked around at his shabby apartment. "Marry rich?"
We both laughed then silence fell over us. I realized he was feeling as shy as I was. That felt nice. Someone who wasn't into groping and fucking at first sight. Not that I didn't want to touch him, mind you or better, get a taste of what lay between his jean clad legs. But slow was nice too. I wasn't into one night stands.
"How long you been a vet?"
"Set up practice five months ago." He tore at the label of his beer, shredding it with his fingers. "It's slow."
"I can probably send some business your way. I know several owners who aren't too happy with Fritzy."
"Dr. Karl Freitzmann. Over on Third. He's not too fond of us." I swished my wrist to show him who I meant. "Not to fond of anyone that I can see."
"Good with the animals?"
"He's okay. Nothing special." I edged over on the couch and patted the seat beside me. "Sit down."
He sat, his leg touching mine. Electricity jolted down my spine, settling in my cock. Something similar must have hit him. He sighed.
"Jesus," he said. "Is it just me or is something going on here?"
"Oh I think something is definitely going on." I took the beer out of his hand and put them both on the side table. "Do you know how hot you are?"
"Me?" He seemed genuinely puzzled. Never been told he's hot before? Hard to believe.
"Yes, you." I leaned over and touched my mouth to his. This time the kiss we shared was even hotter and sexier and wilder than before. Our tongues tangled and untangled, exploring the depths of each others mouths in a frenzy of lust. I groaned when his hand moved across my face. I never knew a simple kiss could be so intoxicating.
I was already leaking precum and knew I wasn't far from exploding. That had never happed before. Not like this: so fast and so sudden. Without even being touched. I broke away, gasping for breath.
"Christ, Keith," I said. "Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?"
His eyes were dark pools I could have drowned in. "Me?" he whispered. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
As though to show me he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his swollen cock. He hissed when my fingers closed over the blatant bulge. He felt huge.
"If we keep this up this evening is going to end sooner rather than later. And while part of me doesn't care, I'd rather get to know you better, if you don't mind." Keith suddenly looked shy. "I don't really do this very often."
I don't know why his confession turned me on even more. Was I really getting excited by his innocence?
"Dinner then?" I said in a strangled voice.
I pulled away from him and he stood. That might have been a mistake on his part; it put the thick bulge of his crotch right at eye - and mouth - level. My mouth filled with saliva at the sight. I swore I could smell him through the material of his jeans. Without thinking I leaned forward and kissed the pulsing protrusion.
Keith jumped. When I stood up he wrapped his arms around me and held on, pressing himself full length against me.
"Maybe," he said shyly. "Maybe you can come back here after supper. For dessert."
"Dessert," I said hoarsely. "That sounds... perfect."
I grabbed Shadow's lead and we left the apartment. We decided to take my van. I would drop the dog off at my place and we could reach the restaurant before the big dinner rush filled it up.
The Green Lantern has a world class pizza on its menu, including all the trendy items Californians seem to think are mandatory haute cuisine. Keith surprised and pleased me by eschewing gourmet for good old fashioned ordinary pizza. Mushroom, green pepper and bacon with a pitcher of beer. Somebody who really liked me had gone behind my back and designed the perfect guy for me. I watched him pick at a bowl full of shelled peanuts with his thin surgeon's fingers and couldn't wait for dinner to end. I wanted that dessert.
He caught me looking and blushed. "What do you do, Todd? Dog trainer?"
"Nah, that's a hobby. Assistant manager at the Hilltop Inn. I'm new too. Been there nearly nine months." A recent degree in hotel management had landed me the gig. Eventually I hoped to have my own place. Maybe a bed and breakfast someplace with some land. Cater to the outdoor, animal loving crowd. I found myself telling Keith my dreams and he nodded.
"I'd love to have a country practice. Handle some horses as well as the usual small animal stuff. Think you'd like New Mexico?"
"New Mexico? Never been. But I've heard it's nice there."
"Better than nice. It's gorgeous. My folks have a small spread out there. Ten acres backing federal land."
It sounded like he was angling to invite me, but before we went any further in that direction our pizza arrived and we dove in.
I ate three pieces then quit. No way I wanted to feel bloated tonight. I had other plans.
I found Keith surprisingly easy to talk to. He told me about his years at college where his grades had been good enough to give him a partial scholarship. He'd always loved animals and had a built in curiosity that made his career choice a natural. I'd thought of it once myself, but I was too squeamish around pain and gore. Stuck to dog training with a couple of years at a local stable doing some work with horses.
"I had the most incredible experience a few years back when I was nineteen. I did a volunteer stint at MRILC - Monty Robert's training facility in Santa Ynez Valley. That was something, let me tell you."
Keith grinned. "Ah, the horse whisperer." He arched his eyebrows and leaned toward me. "Do you have the touch?"
I slid my hand under the table and along his thigh. I traced the outline of his rapidly hardening cock. "What do you think?"
His hand clamped down on mine. "I think if you keep that up I'm going to cream my pants and think what a waste that would be."
I put my Master Card on the table. "What say we get out of here?"
"Now you're talking my language."
We got the remaining pizza put in a box to go - with what I had in mind we just might get hungry later on - and almost ran out to my van tucked away in the small parking lot.
I parked in the alley behind his clinic, beside a beat up Honda Civic that might have been gray once, but was so rusted out it looked marbled. Keith's car. He gave me a crooked grin.
"What can I say, the Mercedes is on back order."
We climbed the rickety stairs to his apartment and he shut and locked the door behind us. The minute he turned around I put my arms around him and pulled him against me. We fit together like we'd been made for each other. I was beginning to suspect that was true. This man was my soul mate. Where the hell had he been all my life?
My mouth crushed his and this time he was the one who groaned. My kiss started off hot and wild, but then I gentled it, chewing on his lips and spreading a layer of kisses along the strong line of his jaw, up to his ear. His hands clutched at me when I licked his ear lobe and nibbled the soft flesh. He whimpered my name.
"Where's the bedroom?"
"In there," he gasped. "Oh, Jesus, Todd. Hurry."
I led the way and we tumbled together onto the top of the double bed. It creaked under our weight. His T-shirt rode up and exposed his belly. I leaned down to kiss it.
"No," I said. "I don't intend to hurry anything tonight. God, you taste incredible."
I pushed the T-shirt up to expose the rest of his chest. A thin line of dark hair snaked out of his jeans and expanded as a light smattering of soft hair over a well developed six pack. His nipples were thick brown knots that swelled under my questing teeth and tongue. He groaned and held my head in his hands. He smelled exquisitely of soap and a clean manly musk. I inhaled and scraped a wet nipple with my teeth. He lunged off the bed. I raised up long enough to strip the shirt off his writhing body then took off my own and lay atop him. Our bare skin was sweat slicked and hot. I moved between his legs and he raised his knees to encompass me. Our hips ground together.
I could feel the solid pulse of his cock against mine. We were both too damned close for this to go on much longer. I put enough distance between us to get my hand down to the top of his jeans. I slid the zipper down and reached in. My hand closed over the thick pole of flesh that felt like hot, silk covered steel.
"Oh, Todd, I can't... I don't think..."
"Don't think. God you are gorgeous. I want to suck you dry."
I scrambled down and pressed my nose against the skin of his lower belly. Roughly I dragged his jeans off him, throwing them off the bed and sat back to look at what I had uncovered. I nearly came then and there. He had to be ten inches of angry red cock, oozing thick white fluid in a flood that dribbled to the sheets under him. I moaned his name at the sight. The bulbous head was damned near as big around as my fist. The veins on his shaft throbbed and I could feel the heat from him on my face.
I encircled the purple head with my tongue, tasting his salty precum and coating his entire cock with saliva. "Dessert," I muttered, sliding the first five inches into my eager mouth. I worked hard and managed to get another couple of inches in. That was about as far as I could go. I covered the rest with my fingers and began bobbing up and down, licking and tonguing him. His hips began to buck and squirm. He chanted my name.
"Oooohhh, fuck, I'm gonna come. Todd. Ooohhhh!"
He arched his entire body, his cock spewing out gobs of molten hot cum. I gobbled it down and more came. Five, six times his cock spasmed and poured his juice into my eager mouth. I released his softening cock and slid up his body, capturing his mouth in a kiss that left us both breathless.
"I want to fuck you, Keith. Do you want me?" I ground my hard pole against the soft skin of his ass. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, of God, yes." He reached across the bed into the top drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lubricant and a package of condoms. "Please, Todd."
I kissed him savagely then gentled it, murmuring his name as I unscrewed the top of the lube. I wasn't anywhere near as big as he was, but I still had a respectable seven inches and the last thing I wanted was to hurt him.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. Just... be gentle."
I unrolled the condom over my cock and slathered lube on three fingers. The first one slipped into Keith's tight ass easily. My mouth found Keith's and we kissed as I carefully inserted a second then third finger. He humped my hand, his own dick getting hard again as I played with his prostrate.
Making sure the condom was well coated with lube I pushed the cock head up against he tight sphincter muscles and eased passed the ring of muscle. Keith winced once and I stopped, letting our bodies adjust to the new position. Keith urged me on hoarsely, bucking under me and gripping my hips with his long fingers.
I began to move slowly, rocking back and forth and feeling my rigid cock slip deeper and deeper into his tight hole. God, he felt so good, so right. My soul mate.
I leaned forward and buried my tongue in his mouth. Our hot breath mingled and I ate his heated cries of abandon. I began to lose it. My thrusts grew wilder and I ploughed him, deeper and harder. He rose to meet me thrust for thrust.
Ropy cum shot out of his straining cock all over my stomach and chest and the sudden tightening of his ass sent me over the edge. I shouted his name and slammed into him, holding his hips in my hands as I poured my liquid seed into his hot wet hole. We collapsed on the bed, our bodies glued together. I made no move to extricate myself from him. Instead I covered his damp face with soft, feather light kisses.
"That was the most incredible... you were wonderful. Oh God," he cried against my throat. "Where the hell have you been all my life?"
"Waiting for this," I whispered. "Waiting for you. Can I stay the night?"
"Oh baby, you can stay as long as you want."
"How 'bout forever."
We fell asleep still holding each other.
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