Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2023 04:10:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: rollerboy <rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com>
Subject: LATTER DAY LOVERS   PART 7

Latter Day Lovers Part 7

by rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com


Rusty was not forthcoming about his background. All we knew about him was
that he was 18 years old, blind, and had a cell phone number, that's
it. One night, after Joshua and I finished dinner we went skinny dipping in
the pool. After doing a few laps, Joshua said, "I wonder what Rusty is
doing right now?". I said, "why don't you give him a call and invite him
over to go swimming?".  Joshua hopped out of the pool and immediately
grabbed his cell phone to call Rusty, only to get a recorded message in his
voice saying that he couldn't take the call, and to leave a message after
the beep. Joshua said, "Hi Rusty, It's Joshua, you've got my number, please
give me a call". Then he hung up the phone.

It had been a week since we last saw Rusty, so we were a bit concerned that
we hadn't heard from him after our first encounter. We speculated that he
was overwhelmed with what he experienced, and may be having doubts. We knew
he lived across town, but we didn't know where. He was only 18 years old,
so he must live at home with parents, right? Come to find out, we were dead
wrong. About an hour after leaving a message for Rusty, the front door bell
rang. I wrapped a towel around me and ran to the door. Through the peephole
I spied Rusty, standing there with dark glasses and his cane, although I
couldn't see his eyes I could tell that he was flushed and a bit
disheveled. I opened the door and said, "Rusty, welcome back!'. He
immediately lunged forward grabbing me around my waist, sobbing as he slid
down because my towel came loose, and there he laid, at my feet, sobbing
hysterically. I quickly hoisted him up and brought him inside because I was
standing there naked with an 18 year old boy at my ankles.

I brought him to the sofa. Joshua came in as fast as he could after hearing
Rusty sobbing so loudly, his cane clicking as it hit obstacles in his
way. "Rusty, what's wrong", as he too started to cry, just because. I was
holding back tears myself, then said, "Rusty, Rusty, go ahead and let it
out". Joshua sat down next to him and he immediately let loose of me and
clung to his new friend. "I, I can't take it anymore!", he exclaimed. At
that point, Zeke sauntered in to see what all the commotion was about. He
could sense that there was something wrong, so he gently placed his muzzle
on Rusty's leg and looked up at him lovingly. Rusty responded by caressing
his head and saying, "Oh, Zeke, I wish I had a buddy like you to protect me
from those jerks". With that, he removed his sunglasses, to reveal two
black eyes, nearly swollen shut! After seeing that, I slipped Rusty's Polo
shirt over his head and took it off, then I began to notice the bruises on
his shoulders and his sides, then I tipped him forward and saw the dark
purple bruises on his back; all indicating that he had gotten the beating
of his life!

Immediately I said, "Rusty, what happened to you?". And before he could
answer, Joshua said, "What? What's wrong?". It hadn't dawned on me that
Joshua could not see the bruises all over the poor boy's body. I said,
"Rusty has been beaten, and he's hurt pretty bad with bruises on his face
and his body". Joshua shouted, "Who would do this to a blind boy?'. To
which Rusty responded, "The other boys in the orphanage". In unison, Joshua
and I said, "The orphanage?!", as we raised our eyebrows. Before he could
answer, I put on my father cap and said, "Not now, Rusty, let me run you a
warm bath with some Epsom salt to soothe your bruised muscles. Joshua, sit
with him while I get that ready". "Yeah, sure", he responded.

As I was preparing the bath for him, I glanced back to see Joshua helping
him get undressed, and with every limb raised, he winced in pain. I also
heard them speaking softly but I couldn't make out the conversation. Joshua
got him standing and started walking him to the bathroom with tears
streaming down his face, so I ran out to hold up Rusty's other side, while
we three navigated towards the warm bathtub. Joshua went to get the bed
ready for him, and I eased him into the bathtub, being careful not to let
him slip on his way in. He sat down slowly, getting used to the temperature
of the water, they gently eased back as I placed a tub pillow behind his
bruised head. I said, softly, "Okay, buddy, you just soak there in that
warm water and forget what happened earlier. Let that warm water work it's
magic on your sore muscles". I let the boy soak in the tub, then went to
help Joshua get the bed ready. When I came in the guest bedroom, I saw
Joshua sitting on the bed crying. I sat down next to him and he immediately
grabbed me around the neck and buried his face in my chest, sobbing. "Oh,
Jeff, they beat him up because he's blind". I could feel the anger rising
up inside me at hearing this news, but I had a sobbing boy to comfort, so I
had to compose myself. Joshua went on to tell me, between bursts of tears,
that Rusty lives in an orphanage, and he's one of the few teens that has
not been adopted. Not that the orphanage hasn't tried to place him; they
certainly like the extra funding the government gives them but they would
just as soon get rid of him because of his special needs. Needless to say,
he's not treated well by the staff, or by the other boys in the
facility. The older teens that haven't been adopted usually go to a halfway
house where they learn job skills, and become self-sufficient, but not if
they're blind. It turns out that after meeting us, Rusty went back and told
the other kids what a wonderful time he had, and talked about his new
friends, the backyard swimming pool, Zeke (without going into detail), and
how we pretty much waited on him hand and foot. Well, that made the other
boys jealous and angry. They are a little younger, and probably smaller in
stature, but when you're blind, you can't see the punches coming at you
from any direction. And he reported that he wasn't only hit with fists, he
was bludgeoned by blunt objects, and he has no idea what they were. As the
boys piled on him, he tried to break free, but he was overwhelmed and
passed out. As I comforted Joshua, I said, "Don't you worry, we're gonna
fix this".

I went back in the bathroom to check on Rusty, and found Zeke there resting
his head on the side of the tub, and whining. Rusty was caressing his head
and telling him not to worry. i walked in and said with a smile in my
voice, "Okay, you two, break it up". I moved Zeke to the side, and I gently
brushed Rusty's bushy hair from his forehead and said, "How are you
feeling, my boy?". He responded, "So much better now that I'm here with
you, Joshua and Zeke". To which I responded, "And we're glad you're here,
Rusty". Joshua came to the bathroom door and said, "You're bed is ready,
Rusty". I gently stood him up and had him step out of the tub. Then I took
a big bath towel and gently dried off his tender skin, noting that the warm
water had relaxed his scrotum, so it was hanging really low. I carefully
dried off his genitals, and then put a soft terry cloth robe on him. I had
Joshua guide him to the bed while I went into the kitchen to warm up some
chicken soup for the boy. I can't explain it, but chicken soup always makes
one feel better when sick, or in his case, badly bruised.

I brought in the chicken soup and some crackers, and the boy scarfed it up,
asking for more. Two bowls later, he said, "Thank you so much for being so
kind; I feel better already. But I'm so tired", as a big yawn emanated from
his mouth. Then he asked, "Can Joshua sleep with me tonight?'. I replied,
"Why don't you ask him yourself, he doesn't need my permission". Joshua
chimed in, "Yes, we can spoon". I put the two boys to bed and turned out
the lights. In the glow of the nightlight I saw these two angelic blind
boys cuddle up together, kindred spirits who live in perpetual
darkness. After that day I lived as a blind man, I had somewhat of a sense
of how they felt, but not really, because I knew that after the day was
done, I'd be sighted again. That makes all the difference in the world. My
heart went out to them as I gave each of them a peck on the forehead and
told them that I loved them, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see a
tear run down each boy's cheek. All Rusty needs is a family who loves him,
and to feel protected. Is that too much to ask?, I thought. Then Joshua
whispered, "I think Zeke is feeling left out". I replied, "Don't worry
about Zeke, I'll take good care of him".

I shut the door behind me, and saw Zeke in the hallway, whining and wagging
his tail. "C'mon boy, let's get you fed, so you can go outside and do your
business. I put his food in his bowl, and he promptly chowed it
down. Afterwards, I took him out to the run I built for him beyond the
pool, and he did not hesitate to answer nature's call. I got out a beer and
laid down on a chaise lounge by the pool, and he soon ambled over to me,
and sat down next to me looking at me with his sad, doggy eyes. I said, "I
think I know what you want, boy", and he promptly stood up wagging his tail
and showed the tip of his red rocket peeking out of his sheath. "Oh,
alright", I said as I got down on the yoga mat by the pool's edge. I was
already naked, so that first signal was sent to him a few hours ago. He
responds to nudity, and that prevents him from humping the leg of a
stranger with clothes on. An intact dog's mating instinct is strong, and
constantly a factor. As a guide dog, he was kept intact because he was a
sire to many other dogs who serve the blind. I guess they never got around
to neutering him because they wanted him for stud service because of his
intelligence and pedigree. His intelligence is obvious when you're walking
alongside him leading Joshua. It is uncanny how he can avoid barricades and
recognize traffic signals.

I got down on my hands and knees to assume the mating position, and he
politely sat there waiting for his signal. I simply said, "Zeke, up!", and
he sprang into action. He mounted me from behind and Immediately started
searching for his target, my nice pink rosebud. I could feel his canine
semen splashing against the backs of my legs and ballsack because he'd
already started ejaculating before he was fully out of his sheath. The
feeling of that hot dog jiz splashing against me was a real turn on. As
soon as the tip of his penis made contact with my anus, dead on, he plunged
it in and began humping me wildly. That is instinctual for a canine, and oh
so pleasant for me. Once he was fully inside me, I could feel his knot
swelling to the size of a baseball, and my stiffened cock began to leak
seminal fluid onto the yoga pad because of the pressure being put on my
prostate gland. Once his knot was fully distended, and he was securely tied
with me, he stopped humping and just laid there on my back, panting
feverishly right next to my head. He laid that way for some time, then he
turned to hop off and started to swing his leg over my back. I helped him
get it over and we stood there, knotted together, butt to butt. I turned my
head and glanced back to see his tail hole pulsating with every spurt of
ejaculate that went into my rectum. A dog will continue ejaculating as long
as he is tied with his mate, and even for a time after disengaging. The
knot and the continuous ejaculation are all part of nature's plan to ensure
the bitch is fully inseminated, thereby guaranteeing impregnation. All I
could think about was how I feel when I orgasm and ejaculate! Imagine
ejaculating constantly for 20 minutes or more? Mini orgasms, one after
another, must be amazing! As I was being fertilized by my canine lover, I
kept thinking how hot this scenario is, and how totally illegal! Satisfying
a dog's urge while not hurting anyone, can land you in jail and ruin your
life. That is why I, and others like me, do this with the utmost
privacy. The naughtiness and illegality of what I was engaged in was such a
turn on, I quickly blew my load all over the yoga mat. Zeke must have heard
my moaning, and turned his head to look back at his bitch, spilling his
seed all over the ground. Shortly thereafter, his knot subsided enough for
him to slowly disengage, then pop out of my anus. That plug coming out, and
the distention in my anus was enough to release a flood of dog semen out
onto the yoga mat. I turned and got underneath Zeke to clean up his tool,
and capture more of his semen which was still spurting out of him. I took
him into my mouth up to the now subsiding knot, and savored the flavor of
his seed. After I finished, I let him go clean himself off, and took the
yoga mat over to the garden to hose it off into the earth. After a quick
shower, I put Zeke into his dog bed and climbed into mine. I was in
dreamland in no time.

I was awakened by the smell of fresh brewed coffee and sizzling bacon. As I
sat up in bed, I saw two beautiful blind boys standing there naked, one
holding a tray with my breakfast on it. I am still in awe of the ability of
these two blind boys to master cooking breakfast, then deliver it to my
bedside. I ran to take a quick pee, then jumped right back into bed,
devouring the breakfast they'd prepared for me. Each one sat on opposite
sides of me, one with bushy blond curly hair, and one bushy red head, who
looked like he'd been through the war. "How are you this morning, Rusty?",
I asked. He responded, "I feel so much better, thanks to you guys". I
blushed, and Joshua smiled broadly.

Then Joshua said, "What are you doing today, Jeff?". I replied, "I have a
little writing to catch up on, then I'm calling the orphanage!". The look
on their faces was priceless.

(to be continued)


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