Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:34:36 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 6 Warning! Warning! What follows is a story of dog on male sex, dominance, homosexuality, watersports and various other alternative sexual practices. If it is illegal in your area to read about this close the page and write your congressperson. If you are disturbed by this type of activities I hope you find something more to your tastes elsewhere. This is the continuing tale of Dan, Rafa, Cho, Sean and Ivan, various other dogs and people and is within a few months of present time. This set of the story will probably end about the middle of June, once I have finished them I will add what has happened in June through November if I don't return to writing my other stories. As I've stated before, I will allow those that wish to believe this is fiction to do so but I will attempt to tell the story the best I can remember it happening. Going to Work 6 Tim's desires to dominate are often at war with his willingness to experiment. That desire is even stronger in him than in me, our only fight so far has been because he wanted me to beg him to let me eat his shit. That is further than I ever want to go, begging or eating. The morning after the argument he apologized and spent a half hour worshipping my ass with his tongue as deep as he could push; I think he was trying to find a bit of shit, I don't know for sure since I didn't ask. Will we survive? I don't know, but we've been living together for one month and he has finally agreed that he has bestial desires and wants to suck either Sean or Ivan. I am glad I didn't agree to give either one away, he is not ready for the length or girth of Cho. I hadn't intended on going back to this story and telling you about the progress my life has made since I began teaching this past June. Tim and I began having problems that had more to do with his jealousy of Cho and Cho's possessiveness of me than it did with our feelings for each other. He never acted on his desire to suck dog dick while living with me. We'd only been together about two months when Cho became so jealous that he broke down a door in the trailor trying to get at Tim one night while we were in bed getting ready to fuck. The next day he moved out to his brother's house and within two weeks had left for reindoctrination in the Navy medics corp. He is currently in Afganistan serving with a group of Seabees that are building schools and bases. That is one of the reasons I decided to tell a bit more of my life, yesterday I received a letter from him asking for me to consider taking him back. It wouldn't surprise me to learn that his brother told him about me having to get rid of Cho. His aggressiveness and desire to dominate me became too much to tolerate. I learned that once he was fully in charge there was no way he would allow a second person into the house that would not accept his domination, Alpha Akitas are difficult beasts to live with. Dr. Dick and I found him a home with a pack of female Akitas, so he now has a harem of true bitches and seems to forgetting me. I've stopped to see him three or four times and each time he spends less time at my side. I wish we could have an hour to work out my frustrations and his orientation, but I doubt it'll happen. The University recieved a HRSA technical grant and I have been doing some travelling in addition to my teaching. There seem to be a lot of gay men in the field I am asked to speak on, but I have yet to find one on my travels that has willingly brought up the subject of zoophilia although at least half of them (of those I went to bed with) have had a dog in their home. Unwillingly, in Chicago a sweet Puerto Rican that made me late for my plane shared me with his Boxer. The dog didn't mount me, but he licked me from balls to asshole while the guy gave me a blow job to remember. He was all apologies when the Boxer first tried getting his head between my legs, but when I told him that I didn't mind him sharing me with his dog they acted like they had shared other men. When I had Ivan and Sean move back into the trailor I decided that I was not going to allow them to dominate me the way Cho had. For a while I was able to balance the control in the house, getting one or the other to mount me only when I wanted it and accepting blow jobs as a matter of course. I guess I resisted too much, the wolfhounds have become lazy lovers. I basically have to crawl under them and stroke them and insert their dicks in my ass before they'll fuck me. Sean is a little better than Ivan and will come back on any day we've fucked to try again. Otherwise they roll over on their backs and expect me to do the work. Somedays I wonder if this isn't more beastial than zoophilic? I still have a lot of affection for the wolfhounds but their love for me has seemed to lessen as they spend more days alone. They are great bedmates. My ass is always clean inside and out, they still react to the alarm clock by licking me until I get out of bed. There may be a better way to wake up, a blowjob or a dick up your ass come to mind, but Ivan and Sean make greeting the day a wonderful experience every morning. The only airconditioning I have in the trailer is a window unit, so for most of the summer my windows were open and the drapes were not drawn. In the back of the trailer I had never seen another person, the nearest building is a farm house about half a mile away and I thought it was deserted as I never saw a tractor or horse or person. On both sides I'm enclosed by rather large copses of trees, not quite a woods but enough foliage to block any nosy neighbors. The road I live on only has two other houses and the only people I've seen are an older woman and a couple that looks as if they would collapse if they walked more than fifty feet. All in all I've felt rather secluded and secure to do what I want with the wolfhounds and any visitors (there haven't been many). A few days before Halloween I was in the front yards with Ivan and Sean cleaning up the truck when I saw a hunky young man walking down the middle of the street. The closer he got to me the younger I thought he must be. He was still probably seventy or so yards from the house when I heard him call and whistle for a dog that I hadn't seen until then. The shepard immediately stopped whatever he had been doing and joined the boy that clipped a leash onto his collar and then started walking my way. Ivan and Sean didn't like them, they began barking and would have charged into the street if I hadn't grabbed them by the scruff of their necks. I put them in the house so I could continue washing the truck. I guess I was a bit horny, I threw my shirt into the house after them and made certain my cotton gym shorts were low enough to show the crack in my ass and the beginings of my pubic bush before I turned back to driveway. His name is Keith. I thought he was being very forward for a teenager and tried turning away from him after a few moments, but he grabbed the water hose and drenched my shorts so heavily that they sagged under the weight of the water, showing more than I would have thought to show anyone in my front yard. Keith continued making quick little double entendres and witty comments that made me believe he knew what he wanted but didn't know how to ask. I risked getting his clothes wet enough to sag the same way mine had. He had been dressed in the local high school gymnastic outfit, yellow short shorts slit up the sides and tight black two strapper that only reached to his navel. Soaked in the cold water it was easy to see the outline of his dick and balls in the shorts and his pointy nipples in the shirt. Keith didn't stand around in his wet clothes for long. Unlike me allowing my shorts to sag he skinned his shirt and shorts off. Standing in a wet yellow jock strap he faced the road showing me his butt. The white shepard began to move his snout towards the cleft in Keith's butt but he hung the shirt through the back strap to protect himself. "I know you enjoy having your dogs poking their noses in your business, but I've never let old man Harvey's dog get at me. In fact nobody has gotten at my business yet." I must have looked at him strangely. "Yeah, I'm a virgin. I haven't even had a blow job. That's why I walked down this street today. I've been watching you make out with the dogs and that black man that's come by a couple times. Although he seems more interested in doing the dogs than doing you." "Keith, you are too young to be talking this way. Go away and come back after you're eighteen. Believe me when I say you are beautiful and will find lots of kids your own age that will want to fuck and suck with you. If you really are excited about doing it with a dog, Riki is a good one to start with." As soon as he named the white shepard's owner I knew that the dog had fucked more than a few zoos, including Dr. Dick's boyfriend. "I'm old enough to have sex with anyone I want. I'll be nineteen two days after Christmas. It's legal for me to have sex with anyone right now." Keith was insulted that I had told him to come back when he was older, but I still didn't believe he was as old as he said, he looked like he might be fifteen or even younger. I wasn't going to get trapped having sex with an underaged kid and going to jail. I knew it was illegal to show a minor displays of bestiality, but I couldn't resist letting him know what the dog he had on a leash would do if given the opportunity. I walked around the back of the truck, letting the dog follow me. Hidden from the road I sat on the bumper and dropped my shorts, Keith was almost as fast as the dog at trying to get to my dick, but the shepard beat him between my legs and growled at him when he tried to pull on the leash. My dick wasn't hard, the cold water and heavy cloth of my shorts had nearly frozen me even though it was only late October. It didn't take the shepard more than a half dozen licks at my balls and ass for him to get my dick hard enough to wrap his tongue around. I had seen him do this trick one other time and supposed that it was just happenstance, it was something he'd learned from his owner. With his tongue wrapped around my dick he slowly moved his head up and down so that he dragged the tongue from the tip to the base of my dick and back and forth. If I hadn't looked up and seen the hunger in Keith's eyes I would have cum, instead I pushed the dog's head away. "Do you see what that dog will do for you if you let him? He's been trained to do that and to fuck. There is no reason for you to deny yourself if that's what you want." "I do want that, and I want you to be holding me when it happens. I want to cum in your mouth and have you cum in my ass. I want you to piss in my mouth and over every inch of my body. I want to lick your ass until you scream." Only then did I notice that he had a habit of sticking out his tongue and licking his chin. My ass clenched at the thought of the tongue I was watching invading it, he would have made that guy in Kiss think he was shortchanged. It was a battle to tell him to prove he was eighteen going on nineteen, there was no way I would pass on getting that tongue buried deep in my shit chute. I had decided that getting proof was better than calling him a liar, again. Keith tried getting his hands on my dick before I was able to pull up my shorts but he sort of failed, he ended up with one hand wrapped around my balls inside my shorts and one trailing up my stomach. He is one determined young man, "I'll be back in an hour with my driver's license and birth certificate." For some reason I was sure he would return. Before he left he turned away from me and pulled the shirt out of his jock strap and bent over to show me his hairless hole. "By the time I go to sleep tonight this is no longer going to be virgin. If not you than Riki." That was all he said before pulling his shorts back on and walking back the way he'd come. I went in the side door of the trailor and found a warm pair of sweats. Ivan and Sean must have smelled the sex pouring out of my pores, they were at my ass and dick with their tongues and trying to ride me to the floor. I wanted to finish washing the truck and take a shower before Keith returned so I put them in the back yard and went to work. I was just emptying the last bucket of water I'd been using to rinse the floor mats when Keith drove up behind my truck in a fairly old Camaro that looked like it had been rebuilt by an amateur. There would be no mistaking his car for anyone else's, each fender was a different shade of primer, the doors were the original black, the roof a rusty red and the hood and trunk a pink hue that had never been used on a Chevrolet. Used to the need to hide I suggested that he park the car a hundred or so feet down the road so none of his friends or family would wonder why he was visiting with a professor from the university. Before he moved the car he handed me his documents. As he stepped out of the Camaro there was no doubt why he had come to my home. Gone was the gymnastics' outfit, all Keith wore was the yellow jockstrap that I had thought set off his tender young body so nicely. Nudity or at least partial nudity was not foreign to him, his luscious butt was as deeply tanned as his back and arms. One good look at him and I was smitten, not with love, but overriding lust. Not just sexual lust, I also wanted to drench him in piss and watch him learn every taste that came from man or dog. As I was mulling over that thougt he stuck out his tongue and licked his eyebrow. "Get in the house!" I wanted to be gentle and loving with Keith but there was something about him that demanded that I take charge and treat him like an experienced slave that had just given up his will to a selfish master. I was naked before I had the door closed. "On your knees." I knew from when he explicitly vowed his desires that there was not going to be a need to order him to lick my ass as I stood over him but I wanted to be sure he understood that he was expected to drive his tongue in until his lips were pressed tightly against my skin. He was so ready for sex that I watched his jock strap fill with his first load of cum as he worked my ass loose and clean with his tongue, it was as good as I hoped and I didn't let him stop until his mouth had been filled with two long farts. I wanted to eat the cum out of that jock strap. More import-antly I wanted to teach Keith that he needed to control himself, so I walked him through the trailor and had him throw the wet clothing to the dogs. Sean and Ivan dove at the supporter and in their desire to eat his cum tore it into small unrecognizable pieces. For the next half hour I let Keith explore my body with his mouth. He wanted to use his hands however I told him that he needed to learn my body by taste before I'd allow him to learn it by touch. Of course that's garbage, but I wanted him to start whatever would happen between us by worshipping me. I knew that I would want his tongue to build up more resilience and strength than Keith had exhibited in the first attempt to please me and that his body would rub against mine as he worshipped me. The idea of his strong body pressing against mine was a turn on that I had often indulged when watching students on the lawns at the university, there is something about a tight, hard young male that is capable of carrying me to ecstasy as easily as a hard dog cock. There was so nmuch that Keith wanted to experience and learn that I knew one night would not be enough. I had to make a hard decision about what I wanted and how much I would be willing to teach him. Over dinner I tried to learn what his most basic desires were and to put his education in a natural order. Unfor-tunately for Ivan and Sean the natural order started with me exploring Keith. Over steak, potatoes and beer Keith and I agreed that everything he wanted to learn would be best learned by having me procede and for him then to follow up with the lesson. With that understanding I took Keith to the living room and single swipe by single swipe taught him how to give a slow blow job. I don't want to sound pedantic or technical, but I began with my tongue teasing his balls and progressed the way many of the army of fellow cocksuckers have for thousands of years. Although he had spontaneously orgasmed less than an hour earlier Keith was soon squirming and pouring ropes of honey sweet cum over my tongue. As much as I wanted to selfishly enjoy the warmth and sweetness I knew that I needed to share his cum with Keith so that when he tasted the first shots of my cum on his tongue he wouldn't gag. I needn't have worried, when my lips and tongue met Keith's he latched onto me as if he was having his first taste of life.