Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2022 07:25:32 +0200 From: Sarcastic Sword Subject: Of Dogs And Young Men Part 23 Of Dogs And Young Men Part 23 I hope you are enjoying my work. If you like it let me know at bigstuddog@live.com. It always helps to have some feedback. That's the only payment most of us writers on this site receive. If you have emailed me in the past and not gotten a response it was because it went to my spam folder. I am checking that on a regular basis now. I answer all emails that I am aware of. Speaking of payment, if you are able to help support Nifty.org please donate what you can. Of Dogs And Young Men Part 23 I was having a dream that I was fucking Caesar. It was the most realistic dream I ever remembered. It felt like my cock was sliding in and out of Caesar's tight little asshole. But then it changed to I was on my back and Caesar was riding me. He'd never done that before. I mean he liked when I fucked him but he'd never been on top riding my cock... I opened my eyes and realized that I was still in Mr. Hackenberg's bed and what was more was he was giving me a glorious blowjob. His head was bobbing up and down on my cock until his face was buried in his pubes. I was all the way down his throat. He twisted his head a couple of times and then he started bobbing again. I could tell when the head of my cock went into his throat because it got tighter almost like I was going into an asshole. He ran a finger up my taint, which sent a tingle up my balls and I knew I was on the edge. When he got to my balls he cradled them both as he kept bobbing for gonads. That was all it took. "Arrrghhh!" I ejaculated as my ejaculation started. The first spurt of which went down his throat. Then he pulled his head back until I was cumming in his mouth. I moaned as I shot seven more spurts into his mouth. He swallowed them all and then moved up the bed until we were face to face. I could feel his hard erection against my hip. "Good morning Terrance." He said with a grin. "I'll say it's a good morning! Mornings don't get much better than this." I said and started to move down to take care of his boner. "I'm saving that for later. Us old men can't cum as many times in a day as you young whippersnappers." He said with a laugh. "You're not old sir. You're a sexy mature man." I said. I wasn't just trying to flatter him, he was the sexiest man I'd ever met. I'd give anything for him to fuck me. It wasn't like I was a virgin, I'd taken male dogs before, some that had even bigger cocks than he did. But the thought of him inside of me, claiming me as his was currently my biggest fantasy. "Somehow I think you really believe that." He replied with a chuckle. "You ARE!" I replied incredulously. How could he not understand how sexy he was. "Okay. Okay. You win." He said with a chuckle. "Why don't you get the dogs out and I'll get breakfast started." He added as he got out of the bed. He bent over the get his slippers which gave be a birds eye view of those big low hanging balls that I found so sexy. But then he stood up and put his apron on as he headed toward the kitchen. I put my sweats and running shoes on and transferred the dogs into the ex-pens on by one. Caesar was super excited to see me. I think he felt a little neglected. It had been a couple of days since we'd had sex. He was used to fucking me every day. I was going to make sure he got to fuck me when we got home. And I had every intention of fucking him right back. Mr. Hackenberg had come right out and told me that he'd had sex with dogs and had wormed it out of me that Caesar and I fooled around so maybe in the future we could fool around with them together. As it was we were still trying to get a feel for each other. I made sure I scooped the poop every time one of the dogs took a dump. I was mesmerized when Titan lifted his leg and started to piss. It almost seemed like he was bouncing those huge balls on purpose to get me hard. I was out there alone so I could stare at him to my hearts content. But I didn't have too long to look. I had to get them all back in so I could eat breakfast and take a shower before hopping into my suit. Fortunately all of the dogs were veterans of doing this. One of the things I thought about was all of Mr. Hackenberg's Specials were males. I wondered if that was a coincidence or if it was a preference. I put the last of them into their crate and went back into the motorhome. Mr. Hackenberg was putting the finishing touches on breakfast. It was over easy eggs, bacon, sausage links and hash browns, with milk and orange juice for me and coffee for him. "Are you ready for another exciting day at the dog show?" He asked me. "Yes Sir!" I replied enthusiastically, with my mouth full of hash browns. "Breakfast is delicious Sir." "Thanks. My pre-breakfast was pretty fantastic too." He replied with a grin. "Pre-breakfast?" I asked. "Yes that tasty breakfast shake that you made for me this morning. I got to drink it directly from the tap." "You can have that any time you want Sir. Can we do more than that Sir." "I don't want to go further than that until you are sure that you want to be my Apprentice." He replied. "I know I want to do it already Sir." "Well I don't know how much we'd be able to do today. After Best In Show we're going to have to pack up and get home as quickly as possible so you can get home and get some sleep before school tomorrow. I don't want your parents to have a reason to keep you from going to shows. We will have a lot more leeway when school ends for the summer." "I understand Sir." I said, the disappointment in my reply was palpable. "Don't be so down. That doesn't mean we can't do anything. Just that it will have to be more of a quickie." We finished up breakfast and got into our suits. We got the Mastiff and the Pointer out to get them ready. He put them up on a grooming table one at a time and quickly groomed their whiskers off. Then we put our jackets on and headed to the ring. They were at the same time today as they were yesterday so it was pretty much a repeat of the previous day. They both won the breed and we got to schmooze with the judge while we were taking photos. He made sure that they knew I was his new Apprentice. I even got into the pictures to hold the prizes he'd won. The Otterhound was the next dog just like the day before. He made sure I came to the ring opening so the Judge could see me putting on his ring number so he would know I was his Apprentice. He was the only Special in the breed that day so it would have been a major upset if he didn't win. We took him back to the rig and put him in his crate, then headed to the cafeteria to get lunch. "Sir why do we go to the cafeteria to get lunch when we have food at the motorhome. That cafeteria food is pretty expensive." He chuckled and said, "There are several reasons. First is I don't want to spend time cooking. Second is as you should start figuring out this game is highly political. I need to take every opportunity to make and renew my contacts. And even more importantly I need to get you exposure. That's one of the most important benefits to being the Apprentice of a big time handler. This will help you for the rest of your life if you want to be a handler." "And last of all the amount of money that I spend is not even a consideration. Not to brag or put anybody down but I look at money a lot differently than you or people that you grew up around. Just the money from my investments brings in on an average $25,000,000 a year. I allow myself to spend up to that much in any year so I don't touch my principle but I never spend that much. Besides I can use all my meals while I'm at shows as business expenses. It's a really different world than most people live in." I thought about that and had to agree with him. I'd never thought about what it would be like to never have to work and not worry at all about how much money I spent. He didn't really rub it in anyone's face, but it was obvious to everyone that he was a man to be reckoned with. We went down to the cafeteria and it was just serving typical cafeteria fare. I ended up getting the rigatoni and meatballs with a roll and Mr. Hackenberg got the chicken dinner with mashed potatoes and corn. We were pretty early so we went to an empty table, but soon all of the dog show VIP's were attracted to him like moths to a flame. Soon the table was full with judges and other big time handlers. All of the Judges asked him if he was showing anything to them this weekend. He told one of them yes and he sat somewhere else. He introduced me to everyone, but I was overwhelmed and couldn't remember everyone's name. But I knew they would remember mine because I was Mr. Hackenberg's Apprentice. I didn't talk much unless someone asked me a question, I just sat there hanging on every word trying to take it all in. Soon it was time to head back to the rig and get the dogs ready for the afternoon. We put Caesar, Khan and the Airedale into the ex-pens to let them relieve themselves. I did my job of scooping the poop. As soon as the Airedale pooped Mr. Hackenberg put him onto the table, trimmed his whiskers and did a little touch up stripping. We put Khan and the Airedale into their crates and headed down to the ring with Caesar. I went and got his number, but Mr. Hackenberg came over with me. The Judge was at the stewards desk. He was an older gentleman, who wasn't nearly as handsome as Mr. Hackenberg. He said, "Hello Jeremy." "How's it going John?" He replied "Just another day at the dog show. And who is this handsome young man?" "This is Terrance my new apprentice. Terrence this is Mr. Jeffers." He replied. "Just call me John, no need to be so formal." I got a definite vibe that he was gay. "Yes Sir." I replied. I was so used to calling adults Sir or Ma'am. We got Khan's number while we were there and sat down by ringside. I'd brought down a crate mat for him to lay on while we waited. Mr. Hackenberg critiqued the puppies in the first two classes. I was instinctively able to tell a good dog from a lesser one but he explained to me what the fine points were. It was making me realize what a truly great dog Caesar was. It gave me even more confidence. The dogs in the 12-18 month class were the same as the day before so I knew that they really shouldn't be competition. And I was right. The Judge took no time at all to figure out first place, he was looking for second place all the rest of the time we were in the ring. I got my ribbon for first place and went back over to Mr. Hackenberg. I told Caesar to lay down on the crate mat. Mr Hackenberg said, "You're really picking this up quickly. You two looked great in there. You're really starting to look like a team. I think you have a real talent for showing." "Thank you Sir." I said. He put his arm around me and I leaned into him. It felt so good, nothing sexual, just a protective adult that cared about me. We continued to watch until Open Dog was in the ring. Then I got up and took Caesar to a tree to relieve himself. Then we headed into the ring. There were five other dogs in the ring and we were third from the end. We were all stacked and the Judge was on the other side of the ring. I watched his eyes as he moved them down the line. I could tell his gaze paused a little longer when it got to us. I watched as the Open Dog, the Ambred Dog and the Bred By Exhibitor Dog were gone over and put through their individual paces. They were all decent dogs but I knew they weren't as good as Caesar. I stacked him up and the Judge came over to me. He stood in front of Caesar and smiled at us. He went over Caesar's head then worked his way down the body. He finally got finished and stepped back to get a last overall view of him from the side. I looked at him and to my surprise I could see his erection in his pant leg. I could swear he winked at me. We did a triangle then went around to the end. He went through the two puppies. We all lined up and stacked our dogs. He went to the other side of the ring and looked them all over. Again his gaze paused at Caesar. When he looked them all over he pointed at us and said, "Put your dog in the front." I quickly moved to the front and restacked him. "OK. Leads up and take them around." I looked behind me and made sure everyone was ready. Then I took off and Caesar charged around the ring in front of me. He pointed at us and said, "Sir, you will be my winners dog." I led Caesar over to the Stewards desk and he came over to give me the purple ribbon. I could see he was still boned up. It was actually kind of flattering. "That's a really nice GSD." He said. I replied, "It's one of Khan's sons." "I figured that was the case. He looks just like his dad. He may end up better when he grows up." And with that he turned and went back to pick a reserve winners dog. Mr. Hackenberg was waiting right outside of the ring gate for me. He grabbed me in a bear hug and said, "Congratulations!!! Great Job!!!" "Thanks Sir." I said. Then we both gazed at the ring just in time to see the Open Dog be selected for Reserve Winners Dog. "Why don't you run Caesar up to the rig and let him rest until open bitch." He said. Caesar and I ran up to the rig. I got him some fresh cold water and put him in his crate. Then I ran back down to the ring. "Let's go to the corner so we can watch as the dogs move." He said. We went to the corner that was opposite of the Judge. There were not any other spectators over there, so we were able to speak freely without anybody getting offended. As we watched the bitch classes Mr. Hackenberg had me critique each one of them. I was starting to pick up some finer points, even when it came to soundness. Maybe because I'd spent my whole life among quality animals. One of the things I picked up was none of the class bitches had the reach that Caesar had. After the 12-18 month bitch class I brought this up to Mr. Hackenberg. "Sir, I've been watching and it doesn't seem like any of them have the reach that Caesar has. Am I missing something?" "No. That's very astute of a beginner. Most of the breeders and Judges don't have a grasp of that because they so rarely see it. It's the main thing I breed for, but I have the total package and have for years. Over two thirds of the Judges put my GSDs up because they are afraid of looking stupid. I've had the best GSDs for decades so I've benefited from that. It's a shame though because too many dogs from other breeds get put up for that reason not based on their quality." "Is Mr. Jeffers gay?" I whispered to him. "Yes. Why do you ask?" "When he went over Caesar in Winner's Dog he had an erection running down his pant leg." I whispered. Mr. Hackenberg laughed immoderately. "That sounds par for the course for the old pervert. But who am I to talk. You've given me one more than a few times." He replied, put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me next to him. This time I was the one that got the erection. He looked down and could see it straining against my slacks which definitely were no longer slack. "Looks like I'm not the only one." "You give me one all the time." He said nothing in response. He just hugged me closer, which did nothing to help alleviate my boner. He continued to pull me into him with his arm around my shoulder as we continued to watch the bitch classes and critique them. When Open Bitch class went into the we both walked up to get our dogs. We put them in the ex-pens for a few minutes to empty their bladders. Then we gave them a quick fluff up with the Metro Air Force Dryer, and headed back to the ring. We got there right as Winners Bitch was going into the ring. We waited as John selected Winners Bitch and the Reserve Winners Bitch, then we were called into the ring. Mr. Hackenberg was called in first followed by all of the other specials and then Caesar and I were called in, followed by Winners Bitch. We all stacked and when the Judge got to us he gave us a good long look. I made sure I gave him a big smile. If he liked young men I was going to use that to my advantage. "Leashes on and take them around twice. The first one can set up and the rest of you can rest in the shade." He said then circled his raised finger over his head as a signal for us to head around the ring. Mr. Hackenberg looked back to make sure everyone was ready and then took off around the ring. I concentrated on making sure that Caesar stayed out at the end of the lead and that he was going at the proper pace. We got to the end and waited under the tent. Mr. Hackenberg did a masterful job of presenting Khan, I made some mental notes of things that he did. Then he circled around to the end of the line with me. "He looked great Sir!" I said excitedly. "I think he's really on today." We shot the breeze while I waited for the other Specials showed. At that point I got at the front and Winners Bitch got behind me. John didn't need to go over us, he'd already done that in the classes, so he just sent us around together. By the time we got to the end of the line everyone else was already stacked. I quickly stacked Caesar. He stood on the other side of the ring and his gaze came back to the end of the line lingering on Caesar, and possibly on me. I smiled suggestively. He looked back to the front of the line and pointed to Khan, "Please place him in the corner." Mr. Hackenberg took Khan to the corner and stacked him. Then he looked at me and said, "Put Winners Dog behind him." I quickly got behind Khan. Then he pointed to one of the bitch Specials and motioned for her to get behind us. Then he told the rest of them. "Close it up and take them around. When we completed the circuit John said, "That's how I want them." He pointed at Mr. Hackenberg and said, "You'll be my best of Breed." Then he pointed at me and said, "You'll be my Best Of Winners." And finally pointed at the bitch Special and declared, "You'll be my Best of Opposite." We got in line at the stewards table as the rest of the competitors got out of the ring. The Judge said, "He looked really on today Jeremy. And your apprentice did a great job with your other dog." "That's his dog. He's had it since it was 8 weeks old. This is his first show weekend, it's only his second time in the ring." "Well I think both of them are keepers." Then he turned to me, handed me my rosette and said, "You're doing a great job. Stick with Jeremy and you'll go far in this game." "Thank you Sir. I definitely plan on sticking with Mr. Hackenberg." I replied with a big grin on my face. I could see he was getting a rail again. I shook his hand and then Mr. Hackenberg walked out of the ring. "I want to get a picture of Caesar and Khan winning together. I'll advertise the hell out of it, which will get your face out there." Mr. Hackenberg said. The ring steward called the photographer and he set up for the best of breed picture. The ring steward held Caesar and I got in the picture and held up the prize for Best Of Breed. It would get my face in a national magazine if the picture turns out to be one he uses for advertising. Then I got Caesar and put him face to face with Khan. We took the picture and then I took a picture with just Caesar and his Winner's Dog Ribbons and prizes. Then we gathered up everything and went back to the rig.