Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2023 11:45:40 +0000
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pistol - Chapter 3 - MY DOG SNIFFS ME.

Chapter 3 -- MY DOG SNIFFS ME.

Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of
fetishes can be found here. We don't want this website to ever stop. Think
for a minute if you can afford it and help sustain Nifty with your
donations.

We were soon in my house and first I asked him to strip. Next he should be
the one taking my clothes off little by little and sniffing parts of my
body and if he liked any, he could lick them and even jerk himself off.

His mohawk had got a little wet again when he got out of the taxi and the
water drops embellished the red in his hair. He wanted to be buck naked
again before me, that was obvious, as obvious as it was that now both of us
needed sexual contact with each other. His T-shirt came off in seconds and
next he removed his trousers, then shoes and socks and when he finally
pulled down his not too clean briefs, his new boner was even higher than
any I had seen before in Frederick's house. That's why I called him Pistol
just then, sure that he wanted to hear his dog's name.

-Come here, you sexy Pistol. Sit beside me and we'll first kiss endlessly
and next you'll start stripping me but take all the time in the world and
touch, sniff and lick everything.

Frederick came at once to the couch and sat next to me. I rubbed his mohawk
and told him.

-Now bark, Pistol.

Instantly came his first woof as naturally as if he'd spent his whole life
barking rather than talking. I got his face and approached it to mine and
started kissing him. Frederick Pistol showed again clearly that this is
what he wanted and had no hurry to end. But as we kissed and remembering
what I'd told him, he started touching everything from my hair to my chin,
delicately touching my ears, eyes and nose and now his tongue started
dancing with my tongue.

He seemed in a hurry to see me naked again and sweetly he managed to take
off my vest at once and his hands were learning to touch a masculine chest
and even the sweat I still had on it. As he was touching me with a will, I
perceived his hot smell of sweat then, convincing me that there's no smell
in the world like a man's smell.

After an eternity, he stopped kissing me, but barking again, he first
licked my shoes before removing then and later he sniffed my wet socks as
if he was sniffing glory, took them off and later started licking
thoroughly both my feet, not neglecting a single toe. I intuited that when
I was finally stark naked, he'd lick everything of me in no hurry and I
told him: later you'll lick everything you want in the order you want and
for as long as you want.

Now after much licking, he spent at least ten minutes stroking my crotch,
deliberately making me rock hard and I thought my dick had to get out
somehow or I would end up having a hole in my trousers. But now as if he
knew, he willingly pulled trousers quickly off and rested them on the
couch. Now my hard dick was really out of my briefs and he touched it
sensuously for a good long while with loud barks at the same time, the
barks of a dog in heat. But I still don't know how he did it. All I
remember is having seen my briefs on the couch too on top of my pants. He
had so quickly removed them that I didn't even see him doing it. I told him
now.

-Wait for me here a minute, Pistol.

I went to my bedroom and came half a minute later holding something in my
hand. I showed him and he barked happily.

-This is poor Nero's collar, Pistol, that now I'll place around your neck.

I did it quickly and it was so hot to see Frederick, now Pistol, on all
fours, totally nude, his mohawk still shining with water and his naked
chest shining with sweat, with a dog collar on his neck, and barking.

-Now you can do whatever the fuck you want, Pistol.

And still on all fours, he barked stridently now and gratefully rested his
tongue on my balls.

I saw him happily licking my balls as if they were his daily dog food and
with security, he started running his tongue up my cock and started barking
again but I noticed he wanted to say something.

-Of course, Pistol, you can stop barking and utter whatever you want in
your human language.

-Then Scot, be sure I will return to your cock soon but I have the
intention of knowing the taste of your sweat in your mohawk.

I nodded and that's all Frederick needed to start resting his tongue now in
my hair at the time he said.

-How sexy you are, Scot and what a beautiful mohawk and the sweat here
tastes as some indispensable food for a hungry dog, woof!

He spent a couple of minutes tasting my hair till his tongue came slowly
down my forehead, ears, nose and mouth, where of course I kissed him
passionately again.

Now he was for a long while sniffing my pits and I thought he faltered and
didn't like the smell, but he was rock hard and harder he became when his
erotic tongue started to lick them and now he told me he had to jack off
with the smell. I encouraged him to do it, for I was eager to see Frederick
cumming again. His masturbation went faster and faster till suddenly I saw
his dick shooting a huge load and Pistol admitted later that he would have
liked to last longer, but the smell and taste of my armpits had been
stronger than his dick.

With no pause I saw him now licking my feet. The smell of my own feet
reached my nose and I thought they stank but Pistol started licking them in
earnest and relishing the aroma. After a short woof, he told me.

-Dogs love the smells of their masters and whenever they sniff them, they
know they belong to one, so that's my intention, really: belonging to Scot
Russ, being Frederick, his friend or more, and Pistol, his human male dog.

He continued licking my feet as he was talking and suddenly his hot dick
erupted again. He'd said "belonging" and oh, how I wish you belonged to me,
Frederick Pistol. I hope it is as clear to you as it is to me.

I was thinking all this when finally I saw him happily and determinedly
swallowing my whole cock.

-Pistol, how would you like staying here for dinner?

-I don't wanna leave, Scot and having dinner with you would be great but
I'd like us both to eat naked and I hope you also fuck me one more time.

-Perfect, you're driving me crazy today, Frederick and what a magic tongue,
Pistol.

-Both Frederick and Pistol for you, that's what I wish, Scot. This is my
first blowjob, please tell me how I'm doing it.

-It's impossible to do it better, Pistol.

-Then if you like it, your dog can give you at least a blowjob a day, but
that would mean... sorry, Scot, of course you won't like going that far.

-That would mean staying here, that's what you meant, isn't it? Well, why
not? If you wanted to stay here, don't go Frederick. Today both of us have
come of age and being adults now we'll do whatever we fancy in our
liberty. I also want you here all night.

-So good, Scot.

-Then I'm cumming, Frederick.

It was the longest stream of cum I'd ever shot but he drank it all and
praised the taste and repeated he'd give me many more blowjobs.

-Come, Frederick; come, Pistol, you know I'm not very good at cooking but I
got lentils and there's enough for both. Let's have dinner.

At dinner he kept his boner all the time and told me once and again that he
wanted to keep on sniffing and touching me. I allowed him, but had to ask.

-Frederick, can it be that you're in love?

-I'm in love, Scot. Oh today it has not only been us both coming of age,
but it has also been me totally discovering myself and knowing first that
it's a boy that I need, a boy as sexy as you, smelling like you, and
dominating me sweetly as you have.

-So you'd like to stay here with me, isn't it, Frederick?

-Of course I'd love now to always be with you and to also always be your
dog Pistol, but you don't love me, Scot.

-You're wrong, Frederick: I also love you. Your discoveries today have gone
in parallel with mine, not only the need of having a human dog, but the
need to live with a boy as sexy and as sweet as you. Shall we try,
Frederick?

-Then let's try, Scot. I don't give a damn about our friends, if that's
what's worrying you. And I beg you please that if you want us to live
together now, I wanna always be your boyfriend Frederick and your dog
Pistol.

-Then it's a deal, my love -that was my answer-, now we can move to my bed,
our bed I should say now.

-Our bed, sounds perfect, my love.

And once inside the sheets, he turned and told me.

-Twice today has not been enough, Scot; fuck me a third time.

And there my dick went lovingly for a third time into my sexy punk friend's
glorious ass.

Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest
conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a
look at the life of eight beggars who live together at:
https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at:
https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/