Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2018 01:37:40 -0600
From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com>
Subject: Man's Best Friend by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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Man's Best Friend
  By Cutter09

  My family has always had dogs. While growing up we had first a Golden
Retriever who died when I was eight. Then a Yellow Lab, who only made it to
my junior year of high school. He was replaced by a Doberman.

  When I graduated college, I moved into a small apartment, which really
isn't the best place for a large dog. So I went in search of a small dog,
finally settling on a Chihuahua. I know, cliche, right. But this dog looked
like a smaller version of our Doby. A much smaller version. Being only a
puppy, it was like a Doby embryo, weighing only two and a half pounds.

  I had already decided to crate train the dog so any accidents would most
likely be contained. I took him out to the playground area of our complex
every morning, and at night, a couple of times. I gave up my lunch hour to
run home and take him out too. After a week of giving up lunch, it was
beginning to get old fast. I couldn't wait for him to be house broken so I
could start eating again. Not that it was a problem, but the rush to and
from home made me late a couple of times, especially if he wasn't in the
mood to take care of business.

  The Saturday after the first week, I took him to the playground. I had
him on one of those twenty foot retractable leashes, so he could run around
and not get lost.

  I found out that it is true. The best way to meet girls is with a
puppy. Only most of the girls in my complex are either married, or six
years old. Or worse, divorced with a six year old kid. Neither of which
appealed to me.

  I also discovered that Paco doesn't like girls, of any age. Every female
who stopped to fawn over him, he shied away from.

  I was sitting on a bench, reading emails on my phone, when Paco started
tugging at the leash. I looked up to see what had him so agitated. He was
on his hind legs trying to get to a boy about thirty feet away. The boy was
on his bike, and noticed Paco about that time. The Kid didn't even come to
a complete stop before jumping off his bike and running over to Paco. He
was cute, about thirteen, sandy blond, grey/green eyes.

  "Aw... You're so cute! What's your name little fella?"

  Paco was too busy jumping up to lick the kid's face to answer. So I
answered for him.

  "This is Paco."

  "He's so cute. I wish we had a puppy."

  I watched Paco slobbering all over the boy, and the boy loving every
second of it. Then I got a brilliant idea.

  "What's your name kid?"

  "Gordan, but everybody calls me Gordy."

  Odd coincidence. That was our Golden Retriever's name.

  "Well, Gordy, I'm Coby, how would you like to earn some money?"

  He was busy playing with Paco, so I continued. "He needs to go out every
day while I'm at work. Would you like to take him for a walk every day?
I'll give you five dollars each time you walk him."

  "Can I really? Yeah, I'd love to," he answered excitedly.

  "I'm in building four, apartment 401. Stop by later, and I'll tell you
all you need to know."

  "I'm in twenty six over by the pool. I'll take my bike home and come
over."

  "Great Gordy. See you in a few minutes then."

  He was soon at my door, and I offered him a Coke while we talked.

  "He's still a puppy so he needs to go out several times a day. Be sure he
does both, before you bring him in. If I'm gonna be late coming from work
or something, I'll call you to come over to let him out. Be sure he stays
on his leash, and not too close to the street, or where he might get hit by
a bicycle or something. His treats and food are on the bottom shelf, first
cabinet on the right in the kitchen."

  "Can I play with him a while too, or just put him back in his crate?"

  "Sure you can play with him. He seems to like you a lot. Do you think you
can take him a couple of times a day?"

  "Sure. My mom and dad work and they go out a lot with friends, so I can
pretty much do what I want now that it's summer."

  He sounded kinda sad when he said that. I felt sorry for him. "Well, you
can come play with Paco whenever you want." I said handing him a key.

  Gordy's face lit up at that. We chatted some more as he played with Paco.

  Sunday morning, as is my habit, I stumbled naked into the kitchen to
start the coffee maker, before going to pee and brush my teeth. What I
didn't expect was to run into Gordy. Literally. He must have been crouched
down to get food for Paco.

  "Shit! Oh it's you." I said helping Gordy off the floor where I had
knocked him.

  He was staring with his mouth agape, and I realized I was naked and hard
in front of him.

  "Uh... excuse me." I said as I darted away. Then, I'm standing in front
of the toilet waiting for my stream to start, when I notice the head of my
cock is wet. What the? Shit ! I came around the corner from the bedroom
into the kitchen. Gordy is there on his knees, he looks up, startled to see
an eight inch cock coming at his face. His mouth drops open, my cock pops
in just before I knock him over.

  As I thought about it, my foggy mind actually registered it happening. I
even felt his lips around my cock for a split second.

  Shit ! The poor kid is gonna think I'm some kinda perv. Why is my cock
getting harder instead of going down. I kept waiting for it to go down, but
the more I thought about what happened, the harder I got. I gave up and
went to put on some sweat shorts.

  Gordy and Paco were gone so I went to make the coffee I had forgotten
about. They came in as I was sipping my first cup. Gordy let Paco off his
leash and he ran straight to his food bowl.

  "Uh... Look Gordy... I'm sorry..."

  "No, it was my fault," he said as he got the food out for Paco.

  "No. I just wasn't expecting you to be here. I should be more careful?"

  Gordy was staring at my shorts. "No. It's your apartment. You should be
uh... naked, if you want. I didn't...you know...hurt you...I mean... with
my teeth?"

  My cock lurched at his acknowledgment of what happened. "Umm
uh... no. I'm fine, thank you. I'm really sorry about that. I hope you're
not mad or think I did it on purpose."

  Gordy smiled. "No. I'm not mad. Kinda surprised it fit, but not mad," he
answered, pouring dog food in the dish.

  I chuckled at his compliment then went to get more coffee. We watched
Paco devour his breakfast, but Gordy's eyes kept darting to my shorts. My
cock was three quarters hard, and making an obscene tent in the soft
material. I was aware he was looking at the cock that had recently defiled
his young mouth, which only caused me to become more rigid.

  He looked up at me and knew I had caught him crotch watching. "Maybe you
should put a leash on that, before it bites somebody," he laughed.

  This kid is cute and funny and probably quite bright too. I just sipped
my coffee and said "I have a leash. I just need a collar that will fit it."

  I hadn't intended or noticed the connection to what he had said earlier,
until he replied "Well, we know of one that fits."

  As I made the connection, I wondered what he meant by his response. Did
he actually mean it fit in his mouth?

  Gordy left, but came back that afternoon. I had finished the laundry,
cleaning the bathroom, sweeping, mopping, etc, and sat down with a cold
beer.

  "Hey, Gordy," I said as he let himself in.

  "Hi. I'm just here to let Paco out, so don't hit me with anything."

  "You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?"

  "Probably not," he chuckled as he removed Paco from his crate.

  I shook my head and took another sip of my beer. He shut the door behind
him as he left, and my mind went straight to the morning incident. I played
the scene over in my head and focused on that second in time when I was
inside his mouth. The feeling of his lips around the head of my cock. The
slight smacking sound of lost suction as he was toppled over and off my
cock. The expression of shock on his face when I picked him up off the
floor. His eyes glued to my crotch as I realized I was standing naked in
front of him.

  I was hard again by the time they returned. I adjusted my dick, placing
the head under the waistband of my shorts.

  "I'm having a beer. Would you like a Coke?" I asked Gordy.

  "No thanks. But can I have a sip of your beer?"

  "You're a little young, aren't you?"

  "I'll be thirteen in a couple of weeks. Besides, my dad lets me have some
of his sometimes."

  I handed him my bottle as I sat down. My cock flopped out of the
waistband to point at my hipbone, and Gordy.

  Gordy laughed. "It's like that thing has GPS installed, and you gave it
my address."

  Now that was funny. I had to laugh. "Sometimes these things have a mind
of their own."

  "Yeah, I know what you mean," Gordy said giving his shorts a tug. He was
wearing a baggy tee shirt, so I couldn't see his basket.

  We passed the bottle back and forth in silence for awhile. "Should I come
back tonight?" Gordy asked.

  "Uh... sure."

  Why? Why did I want him to come back? I could take Paco out.

  I went to do my weekly shopping, and when I returned, Paco was gone. I
was putting the groceries away when I heard the door open.

  "You were such a good boy outside, Paco." Gordy was saying as he rounded
the kitchen door.

  He picked him up, cradled him in his arm like a baby, and unclasped the
leash from his collar.

  Paco's little red dick extended from its sheath. "Aww... Just like your
daddy. Only not as big."

  "Very funny, wiseguy. I was going to..."

  That's when I noticed Gordy was wearing a tight swimsuit. Not a speedo,
but close enough. I could clearly see the outline of his dick and balls.

  "What? You were going to what?" Gody said when I didn't complete my
sentence.

  "I... uh... Oh yeah. I was going to order a pizza. I thought you might
like something to eat. But I see you're headed for the pool."

  "I'd love some pizza. This is Sunday, my parents won't be home till nine
or nine thirty."

  "Why so late?" I asked.

  "No, that's early. Sunday through thursday, it's nine ish. Friday and
Saturday, it could be anytime, or not at all even."

  "I see. Okay, pizza it is then."

  I ordered the food as I watched Gordy and Paco playing on the sofa. I sat
beside them when I finished the call. Paco stood on his hind legs to lick
Gordy's face. His little hind paws firmly planted on the boy's crotch.

  One paw pushing between the boy's balls, causing them to look more
pronounced. The other mid shaft of the almost teen dick.

  If you've ever owned a Chijuajua, you know that their tails never
stop. They're like a whip moving at a hundred miles an hour back and
forth. This of course makes the whole dog shake. With his paws on Gordy's
dick, it was like a vibrator was exciting it. I watched as his dick
thickened and elongated, becoming a nice specimen of youthful virility.

  Gordy wasn't wearing a shirt this time, and there was no way to hide his
package. He stood and took Paco to his crate. On his return, it was as if
he moved in slow motion. My eyes were focused on his hard dick. It lay to
the right creating a solid bar in his suit. With every step of his right
foot, it moved as a solid piece, not the least bit pliable to conform to
the boy's motion. As he neared me, I could tell he was circumcised, the
ridge of his crown clearly visible.

  I again was hard as a rock too. Gordy sat beside me and noticed my gaze.

  "Is everything alright?" he asked.

  "Beautiful... I mean... uh, everything's fine."

  Shit! Why did I say that? Did I really find it beautiful. I must, I can't
keep my eyes off it.

  When the knock came, I stood to retrieve my wallet.

  "You better let me answer the door." Gordy said nodding toward my tented
shorts.

  He ran to the bathroom and got a towel to hold in front of himself. Being
in a swimsuit, it didn't look out of place. I handed him the money and he
went to the door.

  "Thanks. That could have been embarrassing," I told him after he closed
the door.

  "I was afraid the delivery guy might be a midget and would suffer the
same fate I did this morning."

  "Very funny, smart ass. You get the plates, I'll get us a beer."

  "You're a pretty bright kid," I said while we ate.

  "Yeah, I'm alone a lot, so I spend a lot of time reading in my room."

  "Why is that?"

  "My parents go with their friends a lot. I don't like them, so I stay
home."

  "Why don't you like them?"

  "They're swingers."

  I choked on my pizza at hearing that. I coughed and sputtered for a
couple of minutes before I could regain control of myself.

  "Do you know what a swinger is?"

  "Yes."

  "Your parents?"

  Gordy nodded.

  "How do you feel about that?"

  "I don't bother them, they don't bother me," he answered with a shrug.

  Somehow I got the impression that it did bother him that his parents
didn't spend any time with him.

  I don't understand some people. It's okay if you want to indulge yourself
in whatever makes you feel good. Just admit that you're too selfish to be a
parent, and don't have kids. Once you bring children into the world, that
should be your only priority. What is best for them, not whatever gets you
off. Your reward will be to see them become decent people and give you
grandchildren that you can spoil rotten and send back to their parents. And
when you're through raising your kids, you'll probably still be young
enough to indulge in whatever lifestyle you want.

  The good thing about this conversation was it took my mind off my cock
long enough for it to subside a bit. I felt a little ashamed because I was
passing judgement on his parents' morals, yet I was lusting after their
teen boy. Well, at least I wasn't a parent allowing my child to be in a
situation that a pervert could lust after him. Shit! That's twice I
admitted lusting for him.

  I tried to comfort him some by saying, "Well, when you get bored, you can
always come over and play with Paco."

  Monday morning, I was scratching my head and ass as I rounded the corner
of the kitchen I suddenly flashed on the previous day's incident. Only it
wasn't a flashback. It was a repeat. I stumbled over Gordy again. Luckily I
only managed to poke the side of his head a bit before knocking him to the
ground.

  "Jesus, Gordy. This is getting to be a habit," I said as I picked him up
again.

  "I wouldn't mind it, if we could only avoid the hitting the ground part,"
he replied staring at my hard cock.

  I turned on the preset coffee maker, and headed to the bathroom. I
finally got to pee, then went and put on some briefs.

  When Gordy returned I was pouring coffee. He filled Paco's food bowl
while glancing at my briefs.

  He put the dog food away and said, "You didn't have to get all dressed up
on my account."

  "Very funny. Sorry, but my tux is at the cleaners."

  "At least it looks less menacing now. I don't have to worry about being
bludgeoned to death."

  I liked his sense of humor, even if I bore the brunt of it.

  "A caveman should keep his club handy," I parried.

  "That's the impression I got this morning," Gordy said rubbing the side
of his head that my cock impacted.

  "I've got to get to work. Will I see you this evening."

  "Yeah. Unless I get a hot date with a superstar."

  At work, I kept thinking about Gordy. I knew Paco was in good hands, so I
wasn't worried. But everything else about our relationship was another
story. I had only wanted someone to walk my dog, yet I find myself enamored
with this boy. Was it just because he was obviously lonely, and I felt
sorry for him? Or was it the strange sexual tension that was always present
between us. Or maybe it was because his was the first mouth my cock had
been in since the summer before my senior year at college. Even then it was
just a drunk chick I picked up. Shit! I was getting hard from a quick
thought of his lips on my cock.

  Surely that wasn't it. I'm not that shallow. I actually like the
kid. He's smart and funny, cute as can be, and good company too.

  Gordy wasn't there when I got home, and Paco was in his crate. I hopped
into the shower like I usually do after work. It helps me wash away the day
of tension from the corporate ladder. Morning showers are too shocking for
my system. I prefer to wake up with coffee.

  I can't help but think about Gordy, and my cock rises. I fixated on that
same brief moment when his full pouty lips were accidentally playing host
to my cock. And the expression on his face looking up at it from the
floor. Then the memory of his erection in his swimsuit. I painted the
shower wall stroking out my strong orgasm.

  I was just pulling up my briefs when I heard Gordy enter the apartment.

  "Glad you're here. Now I don't have to get redressed to take him out. How
does grilled chicken and Caesar salad for dinner sound?"

  He gave me a huge smile. "Much better than the canned tomato soup I was
gonna have. Thanks Coby."

  I was putting the final touches on dinner when he returned. "It smells
good. I didn't know you can cook."

  "My mom taught me some of my favorite dishes while I was in college. It's
cheaper and healthier than eating out all the time."

  I turned on some light music and we sat and ate. Talking and laughing
together like we had been best friends forever.

  Gordy left at nine o'clock. At five after nine, the place felt empty. I
picked up Paco and held him till bedtime. I didn't get much sleep with
thoughts of Gordy running through my mind.

  "Are you going to work today?"

  It was Gordy's voice dragging me out of a dream about him. At first I was
caught between the dream and reality.

  "Sure baby, what time is it?"

  "Five after eight."

  My eyes flew open. "Shit!"

  I jumped from the bed and ran to brush my teeth. Back in the bedroom,
Gordy was sitting on the bed watching me panic. I grabbed some pants off a
hanger in the closet and started putting them on.

  "Underwear?" Gordy reminded.

  "Oh yeah... Right." I grabbed a pair from a drawer.

  "They might fit better if you pee first," Gordy said.

  When I returned from peeing, Gordy was holding out my briefs in one hand
and a shirt in the other. He watched me stuff my cock into the briefs, and
handed me the shirt. As I buttoned it, he picked up the pants where I
dropped them and held them out to me.

  "Coffee is on the counter," he informed me.

  "Thanks Gordy." I said, then kissed the top of his head, and ran out.

  I have to stop thinking about him all the time. My boss will eventually
notice my lack of productivity.

  At lunchtime I used my break to slowly stroke one out in the men's
room. I remembered the first time I did the same thing back in junior high
school. Locked in a stall, hurriedly beating the bishop into
submission. But I'm not thirteen, I should be able to control my erections
now.

  I met Gordy and Paco as I walked toward my apartment from my car. "Thanks
for your help this morning," I said as I ruffled his hair.

  "Why don't you invest in an alarm clock? Most people use them."

  "I've never needed one. Even when I was young, my mom never had to wake
me for school."

  "So what was different this morning?" he asked as I opened the apartment
door.

  "I tossed and turned all night and didn't get much sleep."

  "Something troubling you?"

  I wanted to say 'Yeah, you,' but it wasn't really troubling. Just some
sort of fixation.

  "Just have something on my mind. Let me jump in the shower real quick,
and I'll make us some dinner."

  I wanted to jerk off again in the shower, but I knew Gordy was waiting. I
slipped on some briefs and went to the living room.

  "I have a couple of steaks, is that okay with you?"

  His eyes were on my briefs, but he managed to look up and smile. "I'm
good with whatever you want."

  I wondered if he intended it the way it sounded.

  He filled Paco's bowl and sat with him on the kitchen floor as I prepared
dinner. It's not a big kitchen, so most of the time my crotch was within a
foot or two of his face, sometimes inches even.

  When Paco finished eating, he jumped on Gordy. Gordy drew his knees up as
the puppy tongue lashed his face. That's when I noticed Gordy was wearing
loose shorts and no underwear. I had a clear view of his ball sack, which
sent a tingle to my ball sack.

  He was busy defending his face, so I took the opportunity to move a
little to look down the other leg opening. Yep, there it was. His
dick. Bouncing around in his shorts as Paco bounced on his chest.

  I discovered too late, that was a mistake. My cock instantly responded
and there was no way to hide it.

  Gordy noticed, and threw his hands up in mock fear. "Oh no! Are you gonna
beat me with that club again?"

  "Very funny, smart ass. Get to the table, dinner's almost ready."

  "So, what happened?" he asked at the table.

  "What do you mean?"

  "Well, one minute you look like a model in an underwear ad from a
magazine. The next, you look like you should be on the cover of whatever
the women's equivalent of 'Playboy' is," he said with a grin.

  I chuckled and said, "Eat your food and leave my dick out of it."

  "That's funny, coming from the guy who tried to feed it to me a couple of
days ago."

  Talking with Gordy was always easy. He carried on a conversation like an
adult, not a kid.

  Around eight o'clock, he took Paco out again, and returned him to the
crate. This gave my cock a few minutes to subside.

  "If I weren't here, you wouldn't have your underwear on, would you?"

  "Probably not. Usually I come home and shower and stay naked till I get
dressed for work the next morning. I live alone so it wasn't a problem
until I got Paco. Then I had to redress to take him out and stuff."

  "Well, I'm taking care of Paco now. You should do what you want in your
own home," Gordy pointed out as he left.

  Wednesday morning, "It's seven o'clock. Do you want to get up now or wait
till panic time?"

  "What are you doing here so early?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

  "I thought this would be easier than getting clubbed to the ground."

  I stumbled toward the kitchen to start the coffee maker.

  "Coffee's on the table," Gordy informed me.

  I sat down and took a couple of sips. I noticed Gordy standing beside me.

  "Is something wrong?" I asked.

  "No, not at all. Now, isn't this more comfortable than being all
confined?"

  It took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about. I was
sitting there nude and hard. My cock standing straight up in my lap.

  "Uh... Shouldn't you be taking Paco out?"

  "I already did. He's in the kitchen eating.

  By now I was awake enough to notice he was wearing the same type of
shorts as the day before. It looked like he was pitching a tent in them
too.

  "Careful with that thing. You could poke someone's eye out with it." See
I can be funny too.

  "Very funny, smart ass. Keep your eyes off it, and they wouldn't be in
danger."

  Damn, he's quick.

  Somehow I managed to get through the work day without jerking off in the
men's room.

  Paco wasn't in his crate when I got home, so I knew Gordy had him. I
jumped in the shower and then put on my sweat shorts. They're less
confining than briefs.

  Gordy frowned a bit at noticing my shorts when I entered the living room.

  "I'm making spaghetti with meat sauce for dinner. Will you stay?"

  "If you want me, I'm here."

  His answers always seemed to have more than one meaning.

  When he was on the floor with Paco, I was determined not to look at his
crotch. Those shorts are a menace to my mind, and my dinner. Unfortunately,
good sauce takes a long time to cook, so I had plenty of time to watch him
play with Paco. I was right, he wasn't wearing underwear again, and I got
quick flashes of his beautiful dick and balls. I even noticed a few
whispies at the base of his dick.

  Shit! Now I was hard again. Of course Gordy noticed and gave me a knowing
smile. He continued to play with the puppy, but seemed hell bent on
displaying himself as much as possible while doing it.

  The little shit knew he was torturing me. Well, two can play that
game. He was laying on the floor with Paco on his chest. I stepped over him
to put water in the pot for the pasta. I stood there with one foot on
either side of his head, my extremely tented shorts allowing a clear view
of my jewels. He took the bait and stared up at me.

  When we made eye contact, I smiled and said, "Enjoying the view?"

  He swallowed hard, but gave a noticeable nod.

  "I guess these shorts don't really hide much, do they?"

  He shook his head no.

  "I might as well not be wearing anything, right?"

  He nodded again.

  "I'm kinda busy here, could you give me a hand?"

  Gordy nodded and reached both hands up to grab the leg openings of my
shorts and tugged them down to my ankles.

  I looked passed my hard cock into his eyes. "You know, your shorts aren't
hiding much either."

  Gordy nodded, and nervously reached for the waistband of his shorts. He
hesitated while looking into my eyes. I smiled and nodded. He lifted his
hips, and pulled down his shorts. His hard, four and a half inches of thick
boy meat flopped down onto his belly.

  "I need to move this pot of water to the stove."

  He stood and stepped aside. I moved the pot, then turned back to him. I
walked over, my cock almost touching his belly where his dick stood at
attention. I grasped the bottom of his tee shirt and pulled it up and off
him. We stood facing each other totally nude. I admired his gorgeous body a
while, before returning to my cooking duties.

  He watched as I stirred the sauce, then prepared the garlic bread for the
oven. I added the pasta to the boiling water, thankfully without splashing
any on my cock.

  Neither of us spoke again until we were sitting at the table. "I hope
this means you won't get 'dressed up' just because I'm here," Gordy said.

  "Only if you're not either," I said.

  He smiled, and took another bite of spaghetti.

  While I cleared the dinner mess, I said, "It's almost nine. Will you take
Paco out once more before you go?"

  "I don't have to hurry tonight. My parents are staying with their
friends. They're all leaving early in the morning for a hedonist convention
in Vegas."

  Hedonist? That explains their behavior. Their own pleasure comes first,
not their child's well being.

  "When will they be back?"

  "Not till Sunday night," Gordy answered gloomily.

  I hesitated a moment, then said, "You can... that is, if you want... you
can stay here."

  His face lit up. "Can I? Oh thank you Coby." He threw himself into my
arms. I became aware of our rather intimate embrace as our bodies made
contact head to toe.

  I peeled myself from him and said, "One of us still has to take Paco
out."

  He pulled on his shorts and attached the leash to Paco's collar, and was
out the door.

  I had just finished in the kitchen when I heard the door open. Gordy
appeared in the kitchen, already naked, and hung up the leash.

  "Care to share a Coke or a beer before bed?" I asked.

  "A beer sounds good. It might help calm my nerves."

  We sat on the sofa sipping the beer. "So, you're familiar with the
hedonists lifestyle?" Gordy asked.

  "Yeah, my cousin Richard and his wife are hedonists."

  "Richard? What's his wife's name?"

  "Diane."

  "Shit! They're my parents friends, the ones they spend all their time
with." He looked at my erection and said, "Well, if there is any family
resemblance, I can see why my mom likes him so much. Dad too for that
matter."

  I was trying to piece this all together. "Are you saying you think your
dad is bi?"

  "Actually, I don't think either one of my parents are very
particular. They've even hinted that they would be glad to show me the
ropes."

  "Have you...?"

  "Eww. NO!" he shuddered at the thought. "I've never... I'm too picky
about those kinda things."

  "Your parents know you're walking my dog. Do they know my last name?"

  "I didn't even know it till just now. It's Carson, right? Same as
Richard's."

  "Yeah. Well, maybe they won't make the connection."

  We finished the beer in silence, then I went to the linen closet and took
out a pillow and blanket for Gordy. I laid them on the sofa next to him.

  "Oh..uh yeah, I guess I'll need that."

  My cock had gone down some, but looking at him again, and his proud
weapon standing tall in his lap, caused it to regain strength and rise to
point at him.

  "Is that like some sort of compass that always points toward Gordy?"

  "It does appear that way sometimes. Must be your magnetic personality."

  As I turned out the lights, Gordy said, "Coby. Thanks for letting me
stay."

  "Sure, any time."

  He was on my mind all night again. Only this time it was very erotic
dreams. The things I did to him, and he did to me, all combined to create
blissfully horny slumber.

  "It's seven o'clock, and your coffee is on the table."

  When I opened my eyes enough to see Gordy, his nudity shocked me the rest
of the way to reality. The memory of the previous day returned. Did we
really spend most of the evening naked together?

  If I wasn't hard already, I would have gotten that way quickly. I swung
my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Gordy's dick started to rise
and salute me. I wanted to reach out and grab him. I wanted to throw him on
the bed and have my way with him. Do all the things I dreamed about last
night..

  Jesus! I have to get a fucking grip. I can't do that stuff. He's just a
kid. An extremely sexy, hot as fuck, adorable, smart. funny, kid. A boy
even. With a beautiful dick and balls that are just crying out for a tongue
bath.

  Stop!

  I followed his bubble butt to the table for my coffee. I notice a tiny
birthmark on his left buttcheek. I wonder what it would taste like if
I... Jesus! Stop already!

  I sipped my coffee and remembered our full body contact when he threw
himself into my arms. Wait, did I actually have my hands on those
buttcheeks? I did. I held one in each hand as I pulled his body as close as
I could.

  I was staring at his dick again. Those whispies are very alluring. I want
to taste them too. I want to taste all of him. I want his dick in my
mouth. Jesus! I want his dick in my mouth! I want his cum. I wonder if he
even can cum. His balls are a decent size, I bet he can. I bet it tastes
good too.

  "I've got to get to work," I suddenly said.

  "It's early yet," Gordy argued.

  "I... I have some stuff to catch up on."

  I really had to get out of there. I've never been so desperate for
someone in my entire life as I was for that boy.

  Concentrating on my work was impossible. Lunch time was spent in the
men's room. I almost had an accident on the way home when I ran a stop
sign.

  I entered the apartment and a naked Gordy ran to me. "You're finally
home," he said, and gave me a hug.

  My cock responded immediately.

  "I need a shower," I said pushing him away.

  My shower was not the relaxing experience it usually is.

  I have to stop this. Should I tell him to go home? No. that would
devastate him. I'll tell him to put some clothes on. That will help. No it
won't, I already know how beautiful he is under them. But if I don't do
anything, I know I'm gonna do something I'll regret, and he's just an
innocent little boy. Well, not as innocent as he should be, his parents
have seen to that.

  As I dried off, my mind was still in a turmoil. I sat on my bed trying to
decide what to do. I could put on my briefs, but that would only give the
impression that I don't want to be around him naked, which would make him
feel bad again.

  "Is everything alright, Coby?" he called from the doorway.

  He walked toward me in all his naked glory.

  I cracked. It was too much for me. One second later, he was thrown to the
bed and his dick devoured by the beast lurking inside me.

  "OH GOD!" Gordy said as he struggled. But he wasn't struggling to get
away. He was trying to get more of his dick into my mouth.

  "What took you so long?"

  His words finally sunk in. I pulled off his delicious dick and asked,
"What?"

  Gordy pushed me onto my back. "I've been wanting to do this since you
knocked me over the first time," he said as he swooped down and took my
cock into his mouth.

  I could feel his tongue working the ridge of my cock head. He turned his
body so he could stimulate that sensitive area just under the slit.

  "Oh fuck," I cried out.

  He pulled off with a smacking sound. "Later. I want this first," and he
went back to work on it.

  Later? What did that mean? Would he let me fuck that gorgeous butt of
his? Just the thought of it caused me to blow my load in his mouth.

  He continued sucking it until he had drained and cleaned it
completely. He lifted his head from me but stared at my cock as he stroked
it.

  "I wasn't sure if I could handle a dick this big."

  "Have you handled many?" I asked.

  "None, but I knew you were big, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to."

  "Well, you definitely can. That was incredible."

  "I could only get about half in my mouth," Gordy said.

  "And you worked wonders on it. My turn to return the favor."

  Now that I was calm and under control, I had a chance to really admire
his beautiful body. From his dime size pink nipples, down his smooth flat
belly, to his slightly protruding pubis complete with those wonderful
whispies, and of course his dick. Maybe a little more than four and a half
inches, a little bigger around than half dollar, and a nice thick head. His
balls were still hairless, but heavy. All in all, it held promise to be a
substantial weapon when finished growing.

  "You have a beautiful dick," I stated.

  "Stop teasing," Gordy replied.

  "I'm serious. It's absolutely beautiful."

  "No. I mean stop teasing me, and suck it already," he giggled.

  "Smart ass. I should make you suffer, but I can't wait any longer."

  I inhaled his dick completely. I have never imagined that I would suck a
boy's dick. Now that I was, I can't imagine not doing it. I loved the feel
of it in my mouth, barely teasing the entrance of my throat. Seeing and
hearing Gordy's response to the pleasure he was receiving. The wonderful
moans and grunts as I tormented the helmet head of his dick. Even when he
held my head and thrust harder into my mouth, straining for his release,
was pure joy to me. Then the explosion, and the few precious drops of manna
was delivered to me. Total bliss.

  I looked over the expanse of his torso into his eyes. They were glazed,
and glowing.

  "You said something about fucking?" he asked with a huge smile.

  I moved up beside him. "I... uh... You said later. Did you mean that?"

  "My parents seek their own pleasure. I intend to seek mine. I'm not into
the whole hedonistic lifestyle, but I know what I want. I've wanted you
from the moment I saw you. When I saw your cock, I knew I had to have
it. Then it popped into my mouth, it was like a lightening bolt went
through my brain. At first I thought you knew and walked in naked on
purpose. You could have had me right then. But you didn't make any moves on
me. What took you so long?"

  "I guess I was in denial. I kept fighting with myself over how much I
wanted you. After all, you're just a kid. A very beautiful one, but still a
kid. And I could get into a lot of trouble."

  "So, what made you change your mind?" Gordy asked.

  "I don't know. I just snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. One second
you're standing in front of me and the next... I had to taste you. I don't
even remember doing it, honestly. I guess I figured it would be worth
twenty years in prison for a single chance to have you."

  "Smooth talker... I hope you don't think this is a one time thing. I'm
not letting you get away that easy, and I'm not a tramp like my mom. If you
want me, I'm yours, and only yours. But first, I have to take Paco out. Oh,
and just because we're lovers, doesn't mean you don't have to pay me for
walking him, buster."

  Gordy was gone a long time, and I made dinner while he was out.

  "What took you so long? You had me worried," I asked when he returned.

  "I had something I needed to do. And Paco was in no hurry to take care of
his business." Gordy answered as he got naked again.

  My cock rose at the sight of him.

  "I see you didn't forget me while I was gone," he chuckled.

  "Eat your dinner, smart ass."

  "Better a smart ass than a dumbass."

  I couldn't concentrate on dinner. He was sitting across from me nude and
hard. Who could under those conditions? I could tell he was having trouble
too.

  After only a couple of minutes, he stood, came over to me and whispered,
"Last one in bed has to be on top." Then he darted to the bedroom.

  When I entered, he was laying in bed holding out a bottle of lube. "Would
you do me the honor of fucking my virgin ass?"

  I took the bottle from him and he pulled his knees to his chest.

  "From now on, I'm going to be very up front about what I want. I don't
want to wait a week for you to get the message."

  I didn't need to be told twice. I lined up my lubed cock and pushed into
him. It went in easier than I expected, and he let out a loud moan. I
pushed in a few inches, and he tried to get away from the invader.

  "Jesus! Take it easy. You're a lot bigger than my mom's vibrator."

  "So that's the something you had to do? Prepare for this?"

  "I told you I wasn't sure if I could handle your big cock, so I started
with something smaller. I want it all, just go a little slower please."

  I leaned down over him and kissed his lips. Agonizingly slow, I added
depth with each stroke. When my balls were mashed against his butt crack, I
broke the kiss.

  "Is that what you wanted?"

  "Oh god. Coby. You feel so good in me," Gordy moaned.

  "So I can stop now?" I asked pulling half way out.

  His eyes flew open wide. "Don't you dare!"

  He saw me smiling down at him. "Smart ass," he said as he pulled me back
to him. "Please fuck me," he whispered in my ear.

  It's really hard to say no to a boy, especially when your cock is already
inside them.

  I slid almost all the way out, then back in to the hilt. Repeating this a
few times until I was sure Gordy was able to take it, then I picked up
speed. His arms went around my neck, and his hips matched my thrusts.

  "Oh God. So Good," Gordy moaned.

  I have to say, it was the most exciting sex I ever had. Some would call
it immoral, definitely illegal, but damn was it good. I couldn't get enough
of this boy who was not even a teen yet.

  As I got close to my release, I kissed him again and pounded him hard the
last few strokes. Then the dam burst, and I buried myself to the hilt and
fired. Gordy let out a cry making me think I had hurt him. I stopped
moving, and I could feel his dick thumping between our bellies.

  "Jesus Coby. You fucked the cum out of me," he said breathlessly.

  "I'm sorry. I'll try to avoid that in the future.

  "No. Now that you set the standard, I'll expect it every time," he said
with a satisfied smile.

  I raised up off him, so I could admire his body some more. My cock was
still in his butt. It looked like a flesh pipe extending from him. It was
incredibly sexy, causing my cock to jump, which caused him to moan.

  I ran my fingers over his chest and stomach, then wiped up his cum
dropplets, and licked off my fingers.

  "Can't let that go to waste, can we."

  Gordy giggled and pulled me back to him for a kiss.

  I lay atop him snuggling and kissing until my cock softened and slid out.

  "Umm... I didn't want to let it go," Gordy groaned.

  He spooned in front of me and soon I was asleep. My next conscious
thought was feeling Gordy pushing his butt onto my hard cock. Once seated,
I wrapped my arm around his chest, and slowly moved in and out of him. It
was the longest, slowest fuck I've ever had. After a few minutes, I reached
down and gripped his dick. He began moving back and forth, sliding his butt
on my cock, and his dick in my hand. It didn't take long before he
shuddered and I felt him squirt on my fingers and bed.

  I rolled us over onto his stomach, and continued slowly stroking in his
ass. I kissed his neck and whispered in his ear.

  "This is so good. I feel like I belong inside you."

  "I know. I feel it too. Could we just stay here like this?"

  "Well, our corpses would make an interesting find for somebody."

  "Yeah, I guess you're right."

  "And I have to get to work," I said noticing the time.

  When I got home, Gordy was waiting for me. Naked with lube in hand.

  "You're getting pretty demanding."

  "You're the one that opened Pandora's box," he said, kissing me and
grabbing my cock.

  "I wouldn't call it that. That contained evil. Your box is pure heaven."

  Gordy stayed with me the whole weekend. We never dressed except to take
Paco out. Sunday evening he returned home.

  Monday morning he woke me with a blow job. My favorite way to wake
up. Afterward, I got dressed and headed out. Just as I reached my car, I
heard someone call out behind me.

  "Excuse me. Aren't you Coby Carson?"

  I turned to see a couple approach me.

  "We're Gordy's parents." The woman said as she eyed me up and down.

  "Oh.. yes. He's a fine young man," I said.

  "He's been spending a lot of time at your place," the father pointed out.

  "He walks my dog for me several times a day, yes. Paco is still a puppy,
and I have to work, so Gordy has been very attentive to his needs."

  "Oh, I'm sure he is very attentive," Gordy's dad insinuated.

  "Excuse me?"

  "Uh... Maybe I should explain, dear," the mother interrupted her husband
before he could reply.

  "We've only this weekend discovered that you are related to some very
good friends of ours, Richard and Diane. Now, as you can imagine, we're
really not in a position to cast stones at anyone's lifestyle. We just
thought perhaps either you or Gordy would care to spend a little time with
us. In exchange for, shall we say, looking the other way in regards to
certain legal issues."

  I was dumbfounded. "I... I uh have to get to work."

  When I arrived home Gordy was there, nude, waiting for me.

  "I think we have a problem," I said trying to ignore the hard on growing
in my pants.

  "Yeah. My ass tank is running on empty. Want to till it up?" he joked.

  "I'm serious. I met your parents this morning."

  "Oh shit."

  I told him all about our encounter.

  "So basically, one of us has to have sex with them, or they call the
cops?" he asked.

  "That's the way I understand it."

  "Maybe I can talk them out of it. I'll give it a shot," Gordy said,
shaking his head.

  Gordy left my place at his usual time, with a butt full of my cream of
course. I was sound asleep when I felt Gordy climb into my bed.

  "What are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.

  "I'll tell you in the morning. Go back to sleep, you have work tomorrow."

  I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I drew him to me and
went to sleep.

  Naked at the table, with my first cup of coffee, Gordy told me about his
meeting with his parents.

  "I really don't want to fuck my mom, so when I heard them come home last
night, I called my dad into my room. I was standing there naked, ready to
let him blow me, but that was all. I said 'A friend said you might be
interested in this.' Dad got down on his knees and took my limp dick into
his mouth. I was torn between between being mortified that my dad was
sucking me, and disgusted because my dad was sucking me. I wasn't even
getting hard. Then Dad took my dick out of his mouth and said, 'I've been
wanting to do this for a long time, but when your mom met your friend, she
decided she really wants your friend instead.' Can you believe that? They
decided they want you instead of their son. Should I feel like a piece of
shit or what?"

  "No, it's not you. It's them. They're really fucked up. I would take you
over a hundred of me any day," I reassured him.

  Gordy smiled. "That was a compliment, right?"

  I let that hang out there, but asked, "Then what happened?"

  "I pushed my dad off my dick and went to talk to Mom. She said if you
spend Saturday with them, I can spend as much time here as I want, without
worry of their intervention. Oh, and she said that if all went as well as
she thought, you would have to do it once a year to maintain the
agreement."

  "Man, they are strange. What do you want me to do?"

  "I really don't like the idea of you fucking my mom, but I don't want to
give you up either."

  "I don't want to give you up either. It's only one fuck a year. We can
overlook that, can't we?"

  "Remember she said spend the day with them. I doubt she's expecting only
one fuck," Gordy said.

  "And she said 'them', I doubt it will be just her I have to deal with."

  "Shit! You're right. I don't want that picture in my head," he said
hitting the side of his head as if trying to dislodge the image.

  He was quiet for a minute then looked at me expectantly.

  "I will do it, because I want you with me. But I don't want you there
when I do it. You have to stay here all day and take care of Paco."

  So that is what we did.

  Gordy didn't leave my place all week. I think he was trying to fuck me to
death so I wouldn't want his mom, or maybe so I couldn't perform for
her. Either way, it was the best week of sex I ever had.

  Saturday morning I went to their place. They were waiting for
me. Nude. She isn't a bad looking woman, but I really love Gordy. His dad's
dick was about the same size as Gordy's immature dick. Which might explain
why his mom liked fucking other people.

  I was able to perform, and dumped the first load inside Gordy's mom. Dad
went down on me to get me up for round two, which I also deposited inside
her. Round three went up Dad's ass. The fourth they shared while blowing
me. Number five, she was the recipient again.

  She was very complimentary of my cock (apparently I'm even bigger than my
cousin), and made sure her husband knew how much she liked it. He liked it
too, and offered to stand in for Gordy anytime. An offer I will never take.

  Gordy was asleep when I crawled into bed and spooned in behind him. Even
after an entire day of the abuse my cock endured at the hands of his
parents, holding him made it lurch with desire. I didn't act on it, other
than to kiss his neck and go to sleep.

  I spent all day Sunday making it up to him. I didn't offer, and he didn't
ask, any details about my experience with his parents. We just pretend it
didn't happen.

  I think we both would prefer I wouldn't have to repeat the experience
next year, but I will if I have to. He spends little to no time at home
now. Not that they would notice. They never spent any time with him before
our agreement.

  After having large dogs all my life, it surprises me that I found love
because of little Paco.

The End
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