Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2019 16:08:31 -0300
From: adrian maroon <adrianmaroon765@gmail.com>
Subject: Initiated by Baxter 2

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Initiated by Baxter - Chapter 2

I held a half empty can of soda in my thighs as I gave a last whiff on
my cigarette. It was my second as I sat in the hall in front of the VHS
rental shop. I had promised Matt we'd come together Friday after work
but I wouldn't risk him knowing my true intentions.

Taking the name of the place out of him was hard enough, Matt knew how
to be inconvenient sometimes. After some sweet talking he slipped it,
Video Gallery. Finding the address on the White Pages was easy enough,
and the place was as inconspicuous as the name implied: just a boring
white on black logo on the facade with a single obscure movie poster on
the front door.

Matt might've fooled me in the end but who knows, I had to try.

Once I finished my third cig and didn't see anyone close by, I walked
towards the place. I looked to the sides once more as I grabbed the
doorknob to make sure no one would see me - yes, silly, I know -
breathed in, and opened the door.

There were only a few shelves full of tapes perhaps one or two years old
at the earliest. As soon as I entered the counterman nodded to me and
continued reading whatever he was reading behind the counter. He wore
some obscure indie band shirt, some punk band, I figured, had dyed
bright green and spiky hair and more than a handful of piercings. I
thought I wasn't one to judge, but he looked misplaced.

I gave the place a 360 and couldn't find anything remotely closer to
what Matt had suggested. They didn't even have adult movies or an adult
aisle, so to not look like an idiot I grabbed whatever movie that was in
front of me and walked towards the counter.

"You'll only take this one?" He asked.

"Yes, thank you." He grabbed the tape and pulled a book and a pen, and
then I figured out: the counter was sitting on one of these small stools
you'd find in a bar, with little space to spread his legs or do much
body movement. "The place looks bigger on the outside."

"Yes," he answered, looking down at the registries in his book. "Twice
as large as this area, actually. We have another room for select tapes,
right over there," he added, pointing to the door behind him with his
thumb.

I opened my eye lids wide. "And what's in there?"

He stopped flipping pages at his book and faced me. "Were you referred
by someone?"

"Mattison Curry," I answered right away. "He told me about this place."
I felt bad for name dropping him after the fact, but it was better than
having him in my tow, truth be told.

He nodded. "Right. Matt's a regular."

"Is that it, then?"

He shrugged. "Were you expecting something else? We just don't allow
people we don't know to get in, it often gives us a bad rap, so as long
as you're referred by someone we know, we're fine. Did Matt explain the
rules to you?"

I nodded. "Wouldn't mind a refresher, though."

He opened a cabinet and grabbed a blank cover, then raised the flap
door, ushered me in and handed the cover to me. "You can choose
anything, then you take the tape out of its cover and put it here. Put
the original cover back in its place. Then you pay, leave and bring it
back in up to a week. We won't know what you're renting."

"And the price?"

"15 bucks."

Ouch. I grabbed the tape and nodded to him. "Got it. Can I have more
covers, please?"

The counterman shook his head. "You can't, we don't allow newcomers to
rent more than one select tape at a time."

Damn it. I'm sure I'd have found a way to get more if I had Matt here.
Doesn't really matter now. "Okay," I pouted, "fine."

Once I opened the door and entered the room, the counterman closed it
from behind me. All the walls had shelves, and each had a certain theme.
Plenty of bondage material, lots of graphic sexual torture and a curious
shelf dedicated to tapes with obscene religious imagery. At the wall
behind me and beside the door, there were two shelves dedicated to
bestiality porn, and that was varied in itself. There were a fair number
of Asian porn with octopuses, horses and mares, pigs, bulls and, of
course, dog porn. Luckily for me there were as much dog on woman as
there were dog on man tapes. "Bless you, Matt," I thought to myself.

I only had one tape, so I took the time to review each back cover to
find the best one for me. A perfect option would involve a dog of
roughly Baxter's size, and I found just the one. The dog was actually
bigger, and it had a monstrous cock to accompany too, but the video had
everything: the man sucking the dog's cock and then getting fucked in
various positions. One of the images on the back even had the man
fucking the dog's ass while another man fucked him. Perhaps that was too
wild for me to do, but I was curious to see it anyway.

I grabbed the cover in my hands and felt my cock stretching the fabric
of my pants. I've been half hard ever since I left work to come here,
but now that I have what I want in my hands the adrenaline and horniness
was almost enough for me to unzip my fly and cum right there, staring at
the pictures in the back of the cover.

I had no time to lose, though, if I wanted to watch it right away,
because my girlfriend Ann would certainly crash at my place after she
was finished with work. So I put the tape under my armpit, clumsily
rearranged my dick in my pants, then finally took the tape out of its
original cover and put in the empty one I carried, just as the
counterman instructed, then left the room.

"You name, please?" The counterman asked me as he reached for a pen.

I stuttered for a quick second and then answered, "Brent Talcott." In
hindsight, I have no idea why I chose the name of a real person, and
someone I knew at that, but it didn't matter then, I haven't seen Brent
- Ann's ex, and a lifelong friend of mine - in years.

"Okay, Brent," he answered. As he hovered the tip of the pen on top of
the record book, he looked back at me and added, "Just so you know,
we're going to call Matt after you leave and ask him about you. If
you're lying to us, you will be banned from renting other tapes."

I swallowed cold and stuttered "Will! Sorry, it's William Hendershot,
then."

He smiled back at me. "That was a joke. Matt fell for that too when he
first came here, you and him are the few who are using your real names,
as far as I'm aware. You can call me Dominic, by the way."

That bastard.

Dominic then wrote "William Hendershot" in the book with the current
date, followed by a comma and "Mattison Curry" next. "All done. That'll
be fifteen then, Will."

I paid him in cash, grabbed the tape and waved goodbye. "You must return
it in up to one week. See you next time, Will," Dominic said, waving
back.

"Until next time," I answered, and hasted towards home.

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I calculated I had about three hours to myself before Ann would appear.
It had to be plenty of time to watch a bit how it's done and perhaps
play a little with Baxter. As soon as I entered home, I kicked my boots
to the side, tossed my shirt on the sofa arm and put the tape in the
player right away.

As I sat down with the remote in my hand, I saw Baxter laying in his
usual spot with his favorite blanket, chewing at one of his toys. With
my cock already throbbing in my hand, I whistled at him and called him
to sit by me, but he decided his toy was a better use of his time. "Damn
you," I thought, "Whatever. I'll seduce you later, then."

My pants were still by my waist, so I pulled them down to my ankles
along with my boxers, then spread my legs to have unimpeded access to my
balls and lower areas. I clicked on the Play button, tossed the remote
to the side relaxed my back and played with the precum oozing out of my
cock, spreading all over my shaft as the video got past the opening
credits.

The first video started with a Caucasian man being filmed entering a
bedroom wearing only some loose, ragged sweatpants, and crawling the bed
where a playful Great Dane happily waited for him. Despite the unkempt
appearance, the man was oddly attractive. His body was in a sense like
my own, covered in hair and with well defined muscles without looking
like a freaky gym rat. His skin was much paler than mine, of course, but
he had well tanned arms contrasting with his white belly.

As he got around the dog, it joyfully welcomed him by sniffing him and
licking him all over, including his face. I couldn't help but notice the
man didn't shy away from the dog licking his mouth. He appeared to enjoy
it, in fact, without actually fully engaging in it. The dog was
beautiful. It appeared to be well fed and well treated, looked quite
heavy and even his knotted dick was a sight to behold. Baxter still
looked good in comparison, of course, but lacks that "wow" factor, so to
speak.

According to the spoiler in the back of the cover, this man was supposed
to be fucked by the dog, and I was so anxious to see it that I almost
grabbed the remote to forward the video a fair bit, but these thoughts
were interrupted when the man got up in the bed and took his pants off
in a single swing, letting his cock spring up and hit his belly loudly.
A beautiful, thick, hooded cock. The sound of it made the dog
immediately switch focus. He started licking his hairy, big and dangling
balls while the man jerked off.

Before the dog had the chance to move up and lick the cock a little -
which, by the way, made me wonder if dogs giving proper oral to humans
was actually a thing - he sat down, laid on his back and raised his legs
to expose his puckered asshole.

And as he did, so did I. I raised one leg, wet my index finger with my
saliva and started playing with my asshole as the dog started whiffing
and licking the man's asshole. We've done it before, me and Baxter, and
my mind was burning on repeating what was on the TV with my own dog.
"Hey, bud, com'ere, huh?" I tried to call him again, but to no avail.
Perhaps if I got up and stuck my finger close to his nose he'd be more
willing to participate, but I also didn't want to take any attention
away from the screen, so whatever. "We'll have our time later, then,
bud," I said in between moans with my eyes glued to the unfolding scene.

The movie wasn't trying to rush anything, so it lingered on that
specific foreplay for a little longer, then the man changed positions
and got himself under the dog with his legs still spread, then started
jerking the dog's sheath. His cock was timid to get out, despite the dog
getting a hell of a kick by lubing the man's asshole. It was just a tip,
at first, but when it came out, oh my it was worth it. Without seeing
the knot, it was perhaps at least as big as the man's own cock, though
perhaps not as girthier.

To tell the truth, at that point I had already forgotten about Baxter
and was fully committed to enjoying myself and to cum hard watching the
tape. The man on the video was making rounds on the dog's cock with his
tongue, and when they moved apart and the man finally laid on all fours
with his asshole wide open for the dog to mount him, I hear horns, and a
voice.

"Will, you lying fucker!" Said the man in the car, waiting outside.

It was Matt. Fucking damn it all, Matt paid me a visit, and at that
moment of all times.

"Wait up!" I yelled back at him from the window, shirtless. He still
wore the same clothes from work. Pretending I wasn't home wouldn't work,
I was certain he could see my living room being illuminated by the TV
from outside. My pants on the ground were all tangled, so I lost my
patience to wear them again as Matt continued hitting his car's horn.
Instead, I held them by my waist, along with my shirt, then took the
tape and the blank cover and went to my bedroom.

Clothes were tossed aside the bed, but the tape was hidden on top of my
wardrobe, below the suitcase where I keep most of my old junk. Still
naked, sweaty and with my dick still at half mast, I grabbed an old gym
shorts I had, wore that and went down to greet my nosy friend.

"Why didn't you wait for me, man?" He asked as he left his car and
walked towards me. "I could've shown you my favorites!"

"Huh, it wasn't intentional. I was just walking nearby and decided to
give it a go."

Matt greeted me with a handshake and, as he usually does, pulled me
closer for a hug. My sweaty, almost naked body against his soft body
under his work clothes. After we parted ways he looked at my body from
neck to feet, then asked, "and what did you choose?"

"Tsc," I muttered. "Let's get inside. I'll fill you in."

After I closed the door Matt went straight to the fridge to grab some
beer. On his way back to the sofa he was greeted by a very effusive
Baxter. "Oh, what's up, good boy!" He said to him, petting his head and
scratching under his neck.

If only he knew what I was up to with Baxter, literally minutes ago.

"So, what was it? You didn't tell," Matt insisted after sitting down and
opening his can of beer, with another one - my own, I supposed - being
held by his thighs. He rested his hand in the free spot by his side and
pressed against it a bit. "This sofa is kinda damp, you know that?"

That was the spot I was sitting on, naked, jerking off to the TV. "Beats
me. I left the window open before work, perhaps it was that."

"Huh," he said after wiping his slightly wet fingers in his pants.
"Anyway, so?"

I reached for the beer on his thighs. He let go of his grip as soon as I
touched the can, making it fall between his legs and forcing me to dig
my hand to grab it. "So what?"

"The movie, asshole. How about we watch it together?"

Sigh. "I don't know, man. Ann's going to come home later tonight."

"So what? We just watch the clock. It's not like we never done it
before, and Annemarie probably knows it already. It's fine, we're pals."

I shrugged. "Whatever, man. It's... embarrassing."

He laughed. "Matt, I know what people can rent at that place, I don't
think anything will surprise me. Come on, say it already!"

Matt was right, to some degree. We grew up together and we eventually
got comfortable enough with each other to jerk off together, side by
side, to some porn magazines either one of us would steal every once in
a while. And he was right that Ann - whom he stubbornly still calls by
her actual name, which she hates - already knew about that habit of us,
keen as she is.

We have never touched each other, though. Just wanted to clear that up.
And I still wasn't sure if showing some doggy porn to him would be of
any benefit to me.

"Fine... wait here, then." I entered my bedroom and closed the door behind
me, then walked towards my secret spot. The tape I was just watching
moments ago was the first one I grabbed. After contemplating my chances
for a few seconds, I decided for something less risky and grabbed the
second tape underneath.

After I went back to the living room Matt stared wide-eyed at me,
smiling and moving his fingers, the same ones that touched the wet spot
in the sofa. "That surprised me, I was expecting the tape to be already
inside the player."

I moved on without answering and popped the tape in. This one had a
proper cover, but I left it in my bedroom. "Are you sure? I went alone
because-"

"Will, just get over it and play the damn thing," Matt said as he
unzipped his pants and pulled his limp cock out. I was always amazed at
how much of a "shower" he was, considering his 5'4'' height.

I sighed. In all honesty, I wasn't sure how Matt would react. He'd be
the first one to know of that particular taste of mine. Considering our
intimacy and our years knowing each other I knew he wouldn't behave any
differently after today, but I was never quite sure where he fell on the
whole spectrum thing.

So I sat beside him with the remote in my hand, then grabbed my shorts
by the waistline and pulled them down to show my still half-hard cock.
"Damn, you're already THAT excited?" Matt said.

Not for this, Matt. This is for Baxter's cock, who's licking his own
parts right beside you, completely oblivious of what's happening under
his damn nose.

Anyway, so I hit the play button and let the video play out. I didn't
dare to look at Matt's face, I only focused on my own cock and my
thoughts of the previous video, with that dog getting ready to mount
that man.

Shortly after, Matt reached to grab the remote that fell off my thigh to
increase the volume. In the TV there were two hairy men inside of a
truck cabin going at each other. They were still in the preliminaries
but I could see Matt's cock hardening steadily.

"Oh, so you like men too," he said nonchalantly.

The calmness of it all made my cock twitch and harden itself to 100%
almost immediately.

"It's fine, Will. I'm into men too. You have good taste, by the way," he
continued. Never mind that the men in the video had bodies all to
similar to Matt's: hairy, white skin, slightly chubby, round and firm
bellies with bubble butts. I felt my face burn, so I just nodded back to
him in response.

"Is that all?"

You mean besides the dirtier, more pig-like varieties of gay porn that I
enjoy, and the obvious doggy porn that's sitting above my wardobe?
"Yeah, it is."

When I finally looked at Matt's face, he was gently stroking his cock
while his eyes were lasciviously fixated at my lower body. He didn't
seem to notice me staring at his face, so I slowly spread my legs apart
and pressed my cock against my belly to better show my hairy balls, and
I saw him bite his lower lip. As I looked down at him, he slowly
unbuttoned his pants, opened them wide and took his cock out of his
black briefs.

It was as if we were taunting each other. "So to be honest, I never
sucked a cock in my life," I said to him.

Matt broke out of his trance and stared back at me. "Really? How come?
It's really good. Tastes great, too," he answered, coming closer to me.
We looked at each other in the eyes and he grabbed my hand, then put it
on top of his thigh. "How long until Ann comes here?"

I slid my hand between his thighs and then up, touching his balls with
the back of my hand. Then I moved up again and gently grabbed his cock
in my hand. "I think we have plenty of time."

He then moved his arm over me and grabbed me by the neck. "Don't you
think it's crazy that we grew up jerking off beside each other but never
once tried to do this?" He asked, pushing my head down and closer to his
body.

I didn't answer, I just held his cock upright by the base and licked the
pink, swollen head. It tasted amazing, but well within what I expected.
A bit salty, a bit funky, like all dicks after a day without shower.
Then I swallowed the head hole, deeper into my throat.

Matt started massaging my back with one hand and petting my head with
the other as I sucked his cock. It was fun to pull his hood back up and
then dig into it with the tip of my tongue, and he shivered and moaned
softly whenever I did that.

Concentrated as I was, the sound of some heavy breathing right beside my
head took me out of the moment. It was Baxter, with his tongue out,
breathing heavily and looking curiously at what the heck two humans were
doing to each other. He wasn't engaging, though, and after looking up
with the back of my eye, it seemed that Matt hasn't noticed him yet
either, so I decided to let it go and taunt him for a bit.

I took Matt's cock out of my mouth and showed Baxter the string of spit
and precum connecting my tongue. Like all dogs, curious as they are,
Baxter came closer to sniff, his muzzle right at Matt's knee.

Then I grabbed his balls and played with them, massing them with my
fingers as I swallowed Matt's cock once again. Baxter grew ever more
curious, and moved closer, sniffing Matt's balls from about four to five
fingers of distance. They smelled incredible to me, I could only imagine
how many times better they'd smell for Baxter.

As Baxter moved closer, he stepped on Matt's shoe, who twitched in
shock. He then tapped my head a few times and said, "Will, your dog's
here."

"Oh, indeed," I answered. "Sorry, I didn't notice him." I licked the tip
of his cock two more times, and then added, "should I lock him in the
bedroom?"

"It's your call," he said. "As long as he doesn't make a fuss. I don't
care either way."

"And what does"a fuss" mean, here?"

"Will," Matt said sternly, grabbing my head and pushing it towards his
cock. "Focus on what's important," he added, sliding one hand down to my
butt cheeks. He caressed them softly, slowly sliding his fingers in butt
crack to find their way to my asshole.

"Fair enough." I wasn't sure how he would take Baxter's advances, so I
chose to play conservatively, and shoved the dog away from us. Baxter,
instead, caught the scent in my fingers and palm and sniffed and licked
all of my hand while I went down on Matt. Matt, on the other hand, was
getting increasingly frisky in my asshole, circling it with his fingers
and pressing the tip of his index finger against it. I moaned when I saw
Matt bringing that same finger to his mouth and sucking it.

Meanwhile, Baxter was getting ready to mount my hand. Things were
getting harder to juggle.

"Damn, Will, you need to find a bitch for your poor dog," Matt said,
laughing.

"Yeah," I said. I was onto it already.

Unfortunately that was not the time, so I had to take my hand away as
soon as Baxter started thrusting his hip. The dog wouldn't give up as
easily, so Matt grabbed my shorts and pulled them off further. "Take
these off."

As I clumsily took my shorts off while still sitting on the sofa, Baxter
tried to mount me again. Swiftly, Matt grabbed them off the ground, held
them closer to Baxter's nose and then wore them on one of his plush
toys, right in front of the sofa.

"That was... smart," I said. Can't deny, that was one good way to let a
dog on heat get his rocks off while we do our thing.

"Right? Say goodbye to your shorts, though." Still, he could've left
that on the bedroom, or behind the counter in the kitchen. Anywhere,
really, but he let Baxter fuck his toy right in front of us. "Now sit, I
want to suck your cock, now."

When compared side by side, both our cocks have around the same length.
Mine has more girth to it, though, it doesn't have a hood and has much
darker skin, just as the rest of my body. It's still as hairy, though.
Seeing Matt get himself naked and kneel between my legs while Baxter
fucked a toy wearing my shorts in front of me was an one in a lifetime
experience.

After Matt grabbed my cock and filled his mouth with it, I had to admit
he was way better at sucking dick than myself. I took things slowly and
savored each moment, but he took my dick as his own and shoved it down
to his throat all while he massaged my perineum with his thumbs. Seeing
his bearded cheeks puff up as he sucked my dick made me squirm with
pleasure.

"I have to tell you, I've always kind of wanted to suck this cock," he
said while gently licking around the head of my cock. "It lives up to
the expectation." My dick was, like his, still unwashed. Yet, he took it
all in stride and cleaned it with gusto.

As he kept on, I raised one leg above his shoulder and gave him better
access to my asshole, which he promptly started playing with his thumb.
"Please fuck me, Matt. Fuck me good," I begged.

"Hmm? I was expecting YOU to pound me. You never had a cock in your ass,
right?"

"No. I want to try it." Also, I needed some way to warm up to taking
Baxter's cock, be it one way or another.

"Fair enough. Do you have lube?"

"Ahh, I should. Hold on." Matt got up on his feet and gave me a hand to
lift me from the sofa. He pulled me for a kiss as I got up. I went to
the bathroom and left Matt alone with Baxter in the living room. I
didn't have to use lube with Ann, ever, so I only had for my own solo
sessions.

When I got back, Matt was waiting for me sitting on the couch, stroking
his cock. It was only a glimpse, but I felt like Matt was attentively
watching Baxter's show right before I entered the room. "Nice, gimme
gimme," he said. As I tossed it at him, he put it aside and continued,
"come and sit on my face, I want to taste it first."

I climbed the sofa, turned my back to him and leaned against the wall,
then slowly descended until his tongue was able to dig through my butt
cheeks and reach my asshole. If I looked down I'd see Matt's round belly
and his delicious cock being stroked, and if I looked ahead I'd be
greeted by Baxter panting and thrusting viciously at his plush toy,
driven by my own scent. To be frank, it was a bit hard to control myself
not to cum right there, all the while Matt made laps around my asshole
and forced the tip of his tongue in.

Goddamn that was good.

After a while Matt tapped me a few times in the thigh and I got off his
face. He was grinning. He grabbed the lube, slathered it all over his
cock and then say, "sit."

Without changing positions, I lowered myself so my butt was right above
his cock and let him grab me by the hips to guide me down. "You don't
want to face me?"

"I think this position will make it easier for me," I answered. In all
honesty, sitting with my back to Matt would give me unrestricted view to
Baxter. It was hard to see his cock while he continuously fucked his
toy, but I was hopeful he'd bust his nut eventually and I'd get to see
it once more.

Matt didn't answer. He just pushed me down slowly while holding his cock
tight. I moaned slowly as he steadily lowered my hip. Before long, my
butt was touching his crotch and he had his cock all inside me. "How
does it feel?"

"It burns a bit, but I'm alright. It feels amazing, though!" I answered
back. He let me sit on him, immobile, so that I'd get used to his dick,
but I took the chance to watch and jerk off to Baxter finally cumming on
my shorts and then cleaning himself up. Once more, I was flabbergasted
by the dog's cock and knot, and my mouth salivated to taste it and his
cum. When he was done cleaning his own member, Baxter happily trotted to
the bedroom.

"So he's already done, heh?" Matt pointed as he saw the dog walk past
him with his cock dangling left and right. "Dogs often finish fast,
they're not like us. Are you ready?"

Ready to cum with a cock in my ass while thinking on being fucked by my
own dog? "Hell yes!"

Matt then moved his hands below my butt and pressed against them so that
I'd get up a little. Feeling his cock slide out of my butt, its skin
grazing against my hairy butt cheeks, felt absolutely amazing. Then he
held me in place and started rocking his hip up and down, ever so
slowly. "You're still so tight!"

I couldn't answer with words anymore. Matt started caressing my belly
and my hard nipples while he fucked me from below, and I could only moan
and squirm on top of his cock. My mind was in two places: I was
intensely aroused by his body, his cock, his smell, but also about
seeing Baxter and his cock once more, and by the idea of being fucked by
him in a near future. Contrary to the other day, I was masturbating
myself really hard, trying to take it all in anticipation for one of the
best orgasms I have ever had up until then.

Matt tried to increase the speed once, but after he heard my squirms and
moans of pain, he slowed down again. I heard him breathing heavily below
me, so I lowered myself down again and leaned my back against his chest,
his cock buried deep within me, and let him wrap his arms around my body
and pinch my nipples. Our moans got even louder as he continued to rock
his cock against my asshole and I pressed my butt against his crotch.

"I'm ready when you are, Will," he whispered to me. That and the hot air
coming from his mouth and hitting my ear was enough for me to clench my
butt and hold his arms tight. "NOW!" I screamed.

He held my arms against my chest and continued fucking me as I came in
my own belly while he filled my asshole with his own cum. When he was
finished, he let go of my arms and then moved his hand down to press my
cock against my belly. My cum got all tangled in my hairy belly, and
lots of it also covered his fingers. When I thought I was done, he
grabbed my cock firmly and stroked it vigorously, making me moan loudly
until my cock sat limp in his hand.

We let ourselves catch our breath, me still sitting on top of him with
his surprisingly still hard cock inside of me. I took some time to
contemplate myself. My body stank of sweat and cum, my legs were
trembling, and my asshole was slightly numb. When I finally mustered
enough strength to get up, Matt's cock plopped out quite easily and I
started leaking his cum over his legs and floor.

"Hey, easy," he said, cupping his hand behind my ass to catch the
runaway cum. "We need to take care of this mess now. Let's have a bath,
shall we?"

I cupped my own asshole, grabbed a bit of his cum between my fingers and
licked it. "Yes, let's go."

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By the time we had finished to tidy up my house, there was still around
40 minutes or so for Ann to arrive. If we let the place stay like it
was, it'd be the end of my relationship with her.

The sofa was wet of sweat and cum, so we washed it with a wet towel,
wiped the excess moisture and then covered it with a sofa cover, which I
luckily had at home but never bothered to use. I put my own used clothes
deep in my wardrobe, including the shorts Baxter used to fuck his toy,
which I was planning on retrieving later. The tape I just took out of
the player and hid it in its usual spot. Matt helped me with all of
this. When all was about done, we sat ourselves in the sofa, me wearing
fresh clothes while he wore his work clothes again, drinking some more
beer with the TV on for some background noise.

We didn't chat much, to be honest. In the bath Matt ate his own cum that
was flowing out of my asshole, we sucked each other once more, then got
dressed and started talking shit as usual. It was was if nothing had
happened.

Before long, we saw Ann enter by the front door. "Oh, great timing,
Matt! I need the help of both of you. Come with me downstairs, I need
you two to help me carry some bags."

"What are these bags for, hun?"

"Long story, I'll explain as we walk down the stairs. So?"

I got up and left my beer on the kitchen counter to follow Ann, and Matt
was right beside me. After we crossed the front door, Matt said "you
know what? You wait for me down there, I need to take a piss real
quick."

"Right now, really?" Ann quipped. "You can do that after we take the
bags!"

"It'll be real quick, I promise, go ahead and I'll be down in a minute,"
he said already making his way to the bathroom, so we walked down.

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Matt left right after we got up with the haul. We were really lucky Ann
didn't suspect of anything. After we had dinner, she had a shower and we
went to sleep, I surreptitiously crawled out of the bed and slowly
opened my wardrobe to find that shorts Baxter had used to cum on.

Oddly enough, I wasn't finding it. I double checked, I had stashed it
together with my other clothes. They were all there, but the shorts
wasn't. It was nowhere to be found, actually. But how could it be? If
Ann had found the used clothes, surely she'd have moved all of them, and
only me and Matt knew what the shorts were used for.

So I decided to check the spot where I keep my porn tapes. The gay movie
was there, so were a few others that were further in the distance. But
the beast porn I had rented earlier wasn't there either.

Oh. Matt, you sneaky bastard.