Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2007 23:39:00 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 7 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 7 There was so much that Keith wanted to experience and learn that I knew one night together 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, like I could stop once I started. Over dinner I tried to learn what his most basic desires were and to put his education in a natural order. Unfortunately 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 repeating the lesson. With that understanding I took Keith to the living room and single swipe by single swipe taught him how to give a long slow blow job that had the recipient screaming to cum. 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 gushers 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. The rest of the first night was a sucking cumfest. Everyone on earth has heard the description of teenaged boys being young, dumb and full of cum, the words fit Keith more than they had ever fit me. That night showed me what so so many people long for, the wedding night with the couple having the first opportunity to express themselves sexually. I know that is an old fashioned concept but it was so true about the eagerness with which Keith took to sucking and giving me load after load of his cum. We didn't crawl out of my bed until time to eat lunch. Like with Sean and Ivan, all I needed to do was roll over on my stomach and Keith dove tongue first between my butt cheeks and feasted on the flavor that had built up over night an even better wake up performance than the dogs. With his mouth working me front and back and top to bottom is was a battle to leave the bed. I have tried to give you a sense of Keith's determination to learn about sex and the willingness he has to please me. What I haven't done yet is give you much of a physcal description of him. Although his license says he's eighteen going on nineteen he facially appears to be about fourteen or fifteeen. He is about five six and one hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. I've never asked, but the other day he was here in Levi's, preshrunk, with a twenty eight inch waist; being preshrunk that probably means his waist is about twenty seven inches? I would bet on another ten to twelve inches on his chest, maybe more. His butt is two very full hands full of smooth, solid flesh. With all he has going for him he was slightly shortchanged when it comes to cock, it is probably five inches long and as big around as a quarter with oversized balls. He is towheaded and was gifted with the hair patterns that I think most attrac-tive on a young man, he has no hair between his head and naval. It is natural smoothness, not created by Nair or shaving. His pubic bush is a shade darker than the hair on his head and crowns his dick. Those oversized balls are hair-less as are his thighs. Then his calfs have a light dusting of the whitest hair you can imagine. To find the light sprinkling of white hair he has around his ashole you need to pry the globes of his ass apart and search hard, it is almost nondetectable with your tongue: if he is still coming by two weeks after Thanks-giving there will be no hair there to find, I prefer a hairless ass and will insist on removing the little he does have. I'll probably use a straight edged razor, if I'm not convinced to wax him. I was pleased with everything about Keith that first morning. My balls ached from the four loads of cum he'd drawn from them, he seemed ready to keep going although he'd returned seven to me. I was reminded of the days when I was the school cocksucker and had some guys three or four times between lunch and getting on the bus to go home. If I'd been grading him that night he might have started with a C-, by the time I fed him a painful amount of the night's piss at the breakfast table instead of allowing him orange juice he had progressed to a B+. With another few weeks of practice he is going to turn into a world class cocksucker. Not having any clothes to wear out of the house didn't seem to bother him. He walked down the street with a smile on his face and half a hardon. I could have offered him a pair of shorts, but I wanted to see what he would do and let him know that he needed to prepare for his lessons, at a minimum put extra pants in the Camaro. He wanted to return that night, but I told him to take a week and think about what we had done, what he wanted to do and what he had seen me doing with my dogs. I would have liked to take him back to bed after lunch and screw him through the wall, but I knew that he should have the chance to find someone his own age before I took advantage of his naivete'. This makes me sound much older than Keith, in reality I'm just six and a half years his senior. Still at eighteen six years is a third of your life, enough to make me seem ancient if he is ageist. Or one dog year if you're a zoo. I must have screwed up telling you about the first time I met Keith, it was not just a few days before Halloween, but the Friday prior. By Sunday I was ready for him to return. If he'd broken the deal I'd made with him I would have taken him in. I was a bitch, Sunday evening after I was finished preparing for my Monday classes I went out on the back deck and made a show out of letting Ivan and Sean mount me from both ends, repeatedly. If Keith was watching, I sincere-ly hoped he was, he was getting a lesson in how to treat the big hounds. The night before Halloween, Wednesday I think, I was again out on the back porch trying to tempt and teach Keith but also satisfying two horny dogs. Tuesday I had installed extra lights so Keith would have a better view of what was happening. Being out as far in the country as I am I didn't expect any trick or treaters on Halloween, so I didn't buy any candy and left the light off out front that night. About eight-thirty Sean and Ivan started barking and I heard a car motor being turned off. I figured on leaving the dogs bark and ignoring the intru-sion. Something made me change my mind and when I opened the door there was Keith, not in costume holding out a bag and yelling trick or treat, painted on his chest were the words 'take me I'm yours'. In his left hand was a tube of K-Y and in the other hand a collar and leash. Shit, when you have such a delic-ious piece of meat offering himself to you six days is close enough to a week. I wasn't in love with him, but I was happy to see him and exuberantly pulled him to my chest to wrap him in a tight hug. Sure of what I was being offered I let first one and then the other hand drop down and massage his butt cheeks and then slowly separate them enough so my fingers could play around, on and in his ass ring. The shivers and spasms that rose up his back as my finger pressed against his ass ring ended up bouncing against my chest straight through his nipples that had stood at attention with the first light touch. "Have you been spying on me the last few nights? Have you seen the shows I've been putting on with Ivan and Sean, they were for you. I want you to know what is possible." I was only trying to speak with Keith to calm my own reaction to the body in my arms, I was afraid that if I entered him without slowing down I would be unable to hold back long enough for him to get any real enjoyment. The plan had been for Keith and I to suck each others' dicks that first night, fuck the second and then add the dogs to our activities the third. Handing me the heavy leather collar and chain leash had made me think Keith wanted to rene-gotiate our plan. Except I was in no mood to negotiate, after I fastened the collar and snapped on the leash I ordered him to his hand and knees. The absolute control I held over him was intoxicating. To calm myself down I did the opposite of what many people do, I dropped my clothes and told Keith to fold them , put them by my bed and join me in the kitchen. I went to the kitchen to stand in front of the open refrigerator, the only way I could think of that would let me back away from cumming too early. I was bent over reaching for a beer when Keith still on his hands and knees silently nosed up behind me and pushed his face to my ass, all I could do was praise him for being a good dog and let him lick my asshole for the time it took me to finish a beer. The refrigerator had done its job and so had Keith, if the boy had ever fucked an ass before that night I would have been begging him to stand up and take me. Rather than starting the hot action that I really wanted I grabbed a second beer, his leash and headed to the back porch. "Sean and Ivan have enjoyed a little more sex this week than they have been having over the last month. One of the good parts of that is that they remember to follow the orders that they have heard so many times. Can you say the same for yourself? Tell me about what you learned last week when you spent the night with me." I suppose it is a hangover of my employment that I required Keith to reiterate what he had done and what I'd tried to teach him. For about fifteen minutes Keith talked to me about what we had done the first time we were together, including his knowledge that if he wanted anything sexual to happen between us that he needed to do exactly what he had done in the kitchen and to keep doing it until I told him he could quit. As he proudly told me everything he remembered I was shocked at how much it sounded like I was training a slave, not a gay lover. With Keith kneeling at my side I called Ivan up the steps. "You did well on repeating your first lesson. Now it is time to see if you have remembered how to give a blow job, since you told me you are anxious to learn what I get from having sex with the dogs you are going to blow both of them. Since neither of them has been prepped or excited by what they've seen I want you to crawl under Ivan and give him a nice slow blow job. Start by licking and sucking his balls." For a moment I had forgotten that Keith had only seen me sucking off the dogs from a distance. Then I remembered that he had been using a telescope to spy on me so his view might have been closer than anyone that hadn't been sharing those dicks with me. I had chosen Ivan because he had very sensitive balls and started getting hard with the first swipe of a tongue on them. Of the two dogs Sean was more prone to fuck and Ivan was happier to have his dick sucked. That's not to say that Sean won't stand still for a blow job, he simply tries to get to your ass and only changes direction after being guided away. I had never experienced it, but I had heard of boys saying they wanted to have sex with an animal and when the opportunity arose chickening out, I wonder every time I'm with someone that says it will be their first time what will happen. Keith was as good as his word, he was anxious to get under a dog and get his first taste of dog cock and dog cum. Not only did he lick the balls like I ordered, Keith also took both of them in his mouth at once and sucked onto them unto Ivan was fully out of his sheath and beginning to swell. Keith appeared hypnotized by the dick rubbing against his face. As he turned to get at the tip of the rapidly brightening dick he was unable to keep from running his tongue up, down and around the shaft. By the time he was in place to take the tip of Ivan's dick in his mouth there was a string of precum dangling almost to the ground which he gobbled greedily. That first taste of animal fluids is shocking and often makes the sucker to hesitate before the desire to suck his dog overcomes the taste. That wasn't the case with Keith, he drew the precum into his mouth and attacked the cock like it had been waiting for him all his life. Keith only had half of the cock in his mouth when I realized that Ivan was not going to allow him to draw out the action. Ivan's back started hunching and he started humping at the wet hole, he had barely bounced five or six times when I saw that his knot was hitting Keith's lips which let me know that the tip of his dick was hitting the back of his throat or possibly lodged in it. I was finish-ing my third beer of the evening about then and the need to piss was boiling up inside me. Keith had already been indoctrinated in drinking piss, he had almost begged me the first time we talked to drown him in my hot waste. Not surpris-ingly, with all the experience I had with other men and dogs almost all of my piss experience had been as the recipient, one of the things I had learned was that after drinking piss the greatest pleasure was either great piss up my ass or beating on my asshole. Not worrying about the deck I stepped behind Keith and let loose a blazing stream of gold that I aimed directly at the hole I intended to fuck all night. It may have been the piss or it may have been Ivan started to unload in his mouth, at that very moment Keith sprayed the deck with a puddle of creamy white cum. If I hadn't been training him I would have been on my knees licking it up. However I left the puddle cool, I had until Ivan finished cumming to decide whether Sean or Keith would be licking up the boy spunk. I envied them both the chance to drink the sweet white sperm floating in my piss. Ivan pulled away and went out onto the grass and laid down to lick his knot and dick. I didn't wait ten seconds, I first told Keith to lap up the mess he'd made (although the real mess was the piss I sprayed on the deck). Whether he was savoring the piss and cum or was trying not to get splinters in his tongue, I was unhappy with the slowness of his actions and called Sean up the stairs to help him. Dogs and piss are a strange combination. Every boy that has ever owned a male dog knows that the dog will go after his piss. Either he will lick at the grass where the boy pissed or will try lapping it out of the air. Sean was one of those that would let you piss directly in his mouth and not stop lapping it up until every drop was gone. Even with his dick sticking our and Keith's head in the way Sean greedily worked at getting the puddle cleared. As soon as he looked up at me with the look that I always took as one of appreciation I or-dered Keith to see how fast he could make the dog cum using only his mouth. I had calmed down enough that I allowed myself to step in front of Sean and let him lick my balls and cock while Keith worked at full speed under the hound. It didn't seem to take long before there was a flood of cum pouring out of Keith's mouth down over his chin. I might have laughed if it wasn't such a sexy sight. Sean is one heavy cumming dog, there is no way I can hold all his cum so I wasn't surprised to see Keith's face covered with it. Sean was in the grass laying alongside Ivan, both dogs were still licking their dicks and occassionally helping their friend. The wolfhounds have never shown any interest in a stray female or even the shepards that they've met at Al-bert's, they have acted like I caught them mounting each other a few times and they both accepted Cho mounting them without much fuss. If there is a way to tell that dogs are predominately gay I'd like someone to try telling me that they aren't. Keith was still licking the cum off his face, chest and the deck when I heard the doorbell ring. I had forgotten that Dr' Dick's boyfriend had promised to drop by if the party at the firehouse was over.