Date: Tue, 12 May 2020 06:30:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Austin <nasstop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nifty GAY/BEGINNINGS- "The Pet Sitter" Ch 11..

THE PET SITTER						by Mike Austin
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XI.

Once in bed, there was some heavy passion Bob began dishing out. Flipping
me face down, he kissed and nibbled down my neck and spine, tugged at my
trench and slowly lapped my muscle ring, then slow finger-fucked me. I
gripped his first finger, then his second and by the third I was writhing
on the mattress and arching my ass up to his fingers. The hint of his beard
stubble at the small of my back only added to the sensations he
delivered. "Fuck me Bob, come on don't make me wait" I moaned out, louder
and louder as he relentlessly worked me up and down the sensation
scale. While one hand worked my ring, his other slipped under me and worked
my nips. The combination of nip and ring work was pushing me ever
increasingly to orgasm and we hadn't even gotten to HIS DICK. This up and
down scene as he worked over my senses and hot spots, continued for more
than an hour. I was swollen and my dick was flooding pre-cum everywhere,
then he repositioned to his knees, began spanking his hardon in my trench
and on my glutes. I buried my face in a pillow as he sank that thick cock
head to my ring, teased entry again and then took the plunge, burying to
his dick base. My walls gripped his dick and relaxed then gripped again,
repeatedly until his fuck rhythm took control of my senses. The feeling of
that massive head punching my walls and continued G-spot assault was more
than any bottom can stand. I slowly raised to my hands, increasing the arch
of my spine, then gradually worked to a low knee stance, partial doggy
position and the fuck really began then. Again my screams for him to fuck
me, fuck me harder, grew ever louder. The bead of sweat on my back and that
slap Slap SLAPPING sound as Bob fucked me harder, ampped our session. His
big hands grabbed my hips and he really began to hammer me. I struggled to
stave off my orgasm but knew I couldn't hold off much longer. "You want
that cum, boy" Bob spit out through his clenched teeth. I moaned "yes" and
added "SIR" "Good work for it" came his reply. I began fucking his dick
faster, gripping him firmer and felt my wall muscles turn into a human
fleshjack. Further into a doggy position, I took the upper hand and fucked
back and forth on his steel hard cock. "Yeah that's it boy, show me how
much you need this" Bob directed. His grip on my hips hardened and he
resumed the fuck dominance and hammered me until I exploded hands-free,
screaming "BOBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB". In that same instant he flooded
me and continued to fuck his load out. When done, he shoved me flat out on
the mattress and down on my own huge cumload puddle. I loved the feel of
his weight atop me and we settled into a slow nap-zone together. At about
2, we stirred back to reality and settled into a more routine spoon
position, before drifting back into sleep.

That damned cell phone of his went off about 7 Saturday morning. He
answered groggily as I got up to start coffee, then feed and water the
dogs. I left him, hearing just "oh damn" as I disappeared down the hall. In
a few, Bob joined me in the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes,
administered a welcomed kiss on my neck and hugged me from behind as we
listened to the Bunn coffee maker brew our wake up elixir. "Damn you
already did the dogs" he posed? I nodded yes and began, I'm guessing that
was Jarvis and NOT Jared"? "Well see there's this young pup and the owner
died suddenly and they don't know ", I put an index finger to his mouth to
shush him then added "I know I know and Jarvis wants you to be a foster
dad". He grinned, "do you mind"? "So does this mean I need to get scarce
and disappear until the BIG J arrives, yall get your whatevers done and he
leaves"? "Nope I told him that Jared was over for supper last night and
several of us had a bit too many cocktails and you had stayed the night,
not really comfortable with you driving home in the fog". He remembered
meeting you and was cool since you're a dog guy too, albeit not Yellow
Labs. I was cleaned up and dressed by the time Jarvis showed up with this
really cute 6 month old puppy. I had to agree it was affectionate and Bob's
two were used to foster dogs appearing and then being gone after a period
of time. My two found the new puppy something of a challenge and couldn't
get why he didn't want to run and play, but stayed hunkered down and shy. I
did my best to appear sober and NOT sore, but after the night's activities,
I was aching deep!!! After an hour or so, Jarvis announced he had errands
to run, shook my hand, bid the puppy good-bye and was gone. Bob was a
doting dad for sure. He went out to play with the new puppy, Henry, what a
name for a dog, I thought. It had been the deceased guy's brother's name;
odd I thought?

We had all Saturday to help the new puppy `Henry', get adjusted and settled
into his yard and his new dogs. The labs were supportive but my two
continued to want to play with this new yellow bundle. Finally they settled
down and left him alone to get used to his surroundings. Bob and I watched
like adoptive parents to make sure no one got too rowdy or out of hand. I
asked about breakfast and Bob gave an I don't care expression so I decided
on scrambled eggs, English Muffins and that thick-cut peppered bacon I knew
he kept well stocked. Bob made a shopping list as I got breakfast together
and I added a couple of items to the growing list. I asked about settling
up with him for the week I was gone and he shoved me aside, so I decided to
buy extra bags of dog food to cover that week I was away and going
forward. `Henry' had all his shots and was used to the same vet that Bob
and I both use, so there was no concern about his health and well-being. We
ate and watched the new charge play more and open up with his
yard-mates. When Bob began, "you were incredible last night", I smiled and
added, "uh not too shabby yourself there mister Mister". "I think I could
get used to those sessions" Bob replied. I just tossed in "me too" and
grinned. After breakfast Bob did K-P duty and I gathered up the shopping
list and was about to head out when Bob intervened and asked if he wasn't
invited along too? I suggested he might want to stay with the dogs and not
abandon `Henry', but he insisted but I made it clear, that I'd drive and he
bowed and made a gracious gesture of acceptance. Heading to the store to
shop together was a warm and exciting event for me. I'm pretty
self-confident but this doing things together was special. "What" came his
inquiry, noting my slight smile? "I was just thinkin how nice it is to do
shopping and stuff together is all" I replied. He grinned and nodded yes.

"So do you think Pete and Jared will make it work out" I posed? "I've seen
Jared taken by guys before, but there was something really settled and calm
about Jared and your friend, work mate, Pete" he closed as we pulled into
the grocery store parking lot. "Maybe so, maybe so" Bob closed as we made
our way to the store and shopping carts. It suddenly dawned on me that
different people shop differently and I asked in passing, "so do you hit
produce first or last"? He gestured again to take the lead. "I think we
need another cart for dog food" I motioned. "Naw we'll hit the feed store
it's cheaper" he replied. We made our way together, like an older
couple. It was nice and so very different from the man who was pounding the
fuck out of me last night. He was a real find I reflected, and I needed to
know more of this guy who is now so much a part of my life. After checking
out, he gave me directions to the feed store and asked, "so do you think
Jared thinks we're a good fit"? I turned to him, "not a real concern of
mine, it's whether YOU think we're a good fit that matters to me", I
closed, as we backed into one of the loading bays. There was a mock
argument he put up when I made the dog food purchase, but he relented. The
hot teenager that was loading the 50# bags of food could have come home to
help unload the bags I suggested which of course elicited Bob's remark, "so
ready to trade me in for a newer model eh"? I rolled my eyes as we climbed
back in the truck and headed home. He spent most of it on the cell talking
to another Lab Rescue member about Henry and any future home.

After getting the dog food stowed and groceries put away, Bob suggested a
swim and I was all good with that idea. The heat was on the climb though
and just as we were climbing in, came "hello, hello, yall here OR busy"
from Jared's booming voice. Bob's wave as Jared and Pete came out through
the rear garage door, welcomed the guys and invited them to join
in. Without delay, Jared dropped his shorts and dove in leaving Pete a bit
perplexed at his guy's easy skinny dipping solution but after a moment or
two figured WTF, stripped off his shorts and was immersed at Jared's
crotch, presumably mouthing the ample dickmeat that Jared sported. Pete
surfaced after a few minutes gasping for air. We all laughed. Henry came
running, all excited about new play mates, while my two and Bob's took up
some snooze time in the shade of some nearby trees. Henry was suddenly dog
paddling around like the young pup he is. I looked at Bob and grinned, then
nodded and Bob suggested they take Henry home for a trial run. "I'm no
foster dog dad" claimed Jared, but when Pete interjected, "come on man,
he's great look at those eyes and that happy tail". Jared of course snapped
back, "I've already got one pup at the house with a happy tail", then more
laughter filled the backyard. "OK I'll think about it Petey", Jared
acquiesced. "PETEY" Bob howled in mock derision? Pete blushed even in the
intense afternoon sun. As though Henry understood his acceptance, he swam
to Jared and tongue lapped his face. "You can tell a dog guy a mile away" I
said. "And a stud dog at that" added Pete.....We both nodded
agreement. "Let's make sure this will work out before we spring it on
Jarvis though; that dog do gooder mocks me and I'll crack him" Jared
commented. Bob laughed at the obvious thought of the little bro, regardless
of how much a bull he is, cracking that older bro Jarvis. I read Bob's mind
and chuckled myself. "How about margaritas guys", I asked? Three thumbs up
approvals came out of the water, as Pete joined me prepping the ritas and
fixins. I was so turned on by the dick hanging from that crotch as he stood
next to me and started to bone myself, but then thought better about
it. "So did you and Bob fuck last night after we split or just crash" came
Pete's nonchalant query? Like the start of a great story, I related the
night's assault and orgasms with both us boys laughing out loud until
interrupted by Jared's booming voice, asking if we were in here jacking off
or getting drinks prepped? "I'm coming I'm coming" Pete started, then was
broken by, "no we did plenty of that last night" added Jared. Pete blushed
in silence and handed his guy a tall frozen rita. Bob entered and I handed
off his as well and we four sucked down the first of several frozen
delights; while discussing the possibility of supper later? If I thought
Pete was hung, Jared's enormous cock looked more akin to a bull elephant in
musth. I made my way to the linen closet, returning with 4 large beach
towels to dry off and ease my tension seeing those big dicks. To break the
high sex wired room, I offered to run to the store and get some chickens or
fish or both for supper. The other three paused then broke out laughing;
"ok ok I get it, if you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen". We
settled on fish and I knew they had ready-made veggie kebabs and picked up
some rice pilaf as well. We could throw the meal together in a jiffy. I
found a small tres leches cake, remembered the one from Lupe Tortillas and
scarfed it up into the basket. I cruised the cashier and he smiled. Tall,
dark hair, blue eyes. I almost invited him for supper and a swim, but...
By the time I returned, all were re-dressed and Pete had begun some prep
work in the kitchen. As he and I unloaded the groceries, I turned to Bob
and Jared, seated at the bar, downing 2 beers and advised, "if I so much as
hear a whisper about kitchen bitches, there'll be no play time tonight for
you two thugs" then Pete and I bumped hips and high-fived each other,
laughed and finished getting groceries out and ready. Bob remarked to
Jared, "guess we've been told"!!! As I got the kebob marinade together and
loaded the dish in the refrigerator to soak the skewered beggies, I was
eyeing the skewer and recalling Bob and Jared's dicks. Pete and I were both
real lucky guys............... Not that I'm a slouch dick-wise at 8, but
Pete had to be over 9 I figured, when hard and a big head, but damn what a
hot bottom he made....The guys moved in for beer refills and took time to
share some attention with us boys. It was welcome relief after this hard
work. Just as Bob gripped my butt I got boned and my baggy shorts held
nothing back. Jared remarked to Bob, "bro I feel a need for a `nap' what
about you" then winked and grinned. Bob replied as we kissed, "mmmmmmmm
yeahhhhhhhhhh sounds like a great idea" as he led me down the hall to our
room. Jared hollered at us, "bro that front room still set up for company"?
"Always" Bob replied and he closed the door behind us.

I began on my knees, tugging at his crotch and rubbing my face across him
to show my affection and building lust. His hands gently guided my face
across his crotch, thighs, crotch again and then worked my face slowly down
his legs, calves and then worked me back up. I lapped the backs of his
knees, nibbled the backs of his calf muscles and he was busy unhooking his
belt and dropping his shorts by the time I returned attention on his
throbbing dick. I mouthed the shaft thought his white boxers until the
shape and veins were evident. He began to slow hump my face and my moans
grew louder and louder. His barefoot stroked under my balls and rubbed the
ball of his right foot under my bag and my trench. His cock bowed out under
the tension of his now soaked boxers. Slipping my hands and fingers into
the waistband, in one slow motion I slid them down those hairy muscled legs
and helped him step from them. As I lifted my head back up, his heavy dick
thumped my face, I licked it, slow sucked the head and felt his ample
pre-cum flow over my tongue and tease me with what was to come. I
cork-screwed my mouth down to his base then back out to the tip of his
head, before repeating the routine. The cork screwing led to Bob taking
charge as he held my head squarely and began his awesome skull-fuck. At an
instant, he pulled out, my mouth gaped wide for more then "get naked" he
directed. In no time my shirt and shorts were history and my aching hard-on
really defined my lust and need. My bag was hanging so low and my nuts
swung forward and backward as Bob resumed his skull-fuck. My moans grew
even louder now!!! His steady stream of pre-cum coated my tongue and throat
and my own lust-slime slickened my throat even more. In one massive move,
Bob hoisted me off the floor, flipped me onto my back with my head hung off
the edge of the bed. He stepped forward, plugged my gaping mouth and held
my throat tightly as he deep dicked my throat hole. The heft of his balls
on my face and across the bridge of my nose had me locked tight in
position. Jaws relaxed his onslaught took charge and my throat was his hole
and we both knew it. Relentlessly he deep fucked my throat. My throat
slimed poured out and lubed Bob's hardon. I loved the feel of his rough
hands on my neck and throat when suddenly his attention moved to my
nips. He cranked them, tugged them and then veered sideways a bit and out
came the nip clamps from the nightstand drawer. As my arms wrapped behind
his butt and my hands grabbed his glutes, the nip clamps gnawed into my
swollen nips. My moans vibrated along his hardon and turned him on even
more. As his throat fuck intensified I felt a need to open even wider if
possible and tilted my head backwards further toward the floor giving Bob
even deeper access. He took full advantage of the new position and in only
another few pumps unloaded his balls and forced cum down my throat and out
my nose. I was ready to gag but held off. I wanted, I needed that face fuck
from MY MAN..........I was only too happy to submit. Unknown to me at the
time, at some point in the passion, I'd blown my own load all over my upper
torso and onto Bob's lower torso. He now took pleasure in scooping my own
load off us both and feeding it to me. As Bob dislodged his dick from my
throat, I wondered only briefly about the "nap" going on in the front
bedroom? It was far enough from ours that we'd heard nothing since Jared's
inquiry. I suddenly had to piss like a stallion and made my way to the
bath, was peeing when Bob wrapped his arms around me from behind and began
kissing my neck and tweaking my nips. Instinctively, I edged my butt back
against him. His neck kisses grew warmer and wetter and suddenly my dick
was boned out again. He chuckled then remarked something to the effect of
`once is not enough' and I of course responded by slipping back onto my
knees again. "Not now boy, later you can get fed and fucked, but right now
we need to refocus on supper. I'm getting really hungry and can bet that
Jared is too and the last thing this house needs is two hungry and testy
grizzly bears" Bob mock slapped my face, turned and began tugging his
shorts on. Kneeling in the bath still, I aped crying as he stuck his head
back through the door, then threw a towel at me and announced
"heal"..................... then headed for the bedroom door. I so wanted
to bark at him or bay like my hounds but didn't. As he strolled passed the
front bedroom door he deliberately banged loudly on the door, yelling "are
you two sluts done yet"? Jared's echoing voice replied, "who us, done,
whatever do you mean" and both laughed loudly. As I made my way passed
their door, Pete emerged and Jared was just rolling out of the bed, saw me
and gave two thumbs up gestures.

Pete joined me in the kitchen and we got the veggie kebobs going, he made
the salad, Jared and Bob headed out to feed and water the dogs and get the
grill fired up for the fish. "Henry" Jared began, "who the fuck names a dog
Henry"? As he played with the puppy, he announced his new name was now
`Spike'. We were instructed to ditch Henry in lieu of Spike going forward.
Bob suggested it may take awhile for him to learn his new name. Jared was
confident that it hadn't taken Pete long to get accustomed to `boy'. Pete
blushed and the three of us sort of laughed. Seeing Pete's spot, I
announced "yeah Jughead Jared, well I got used to becoming boy too, so what
of it"? Bob grinned my way, Pete beamed, Jared shrugged it off and smiled
at the same time; before walking next to Pete and giving him an endearing
hug. In no time we had eaten and the guys cleaned up the kitchen for their
boys. We gave each other thumbs up as winners, before diving into the tres
leaches dessert. We were all very full when Pete and Jared bid us thanks
and good night, led Spike to the truck and the three of them made their way
down the street into the night. "They're a good match I think" I remarked
to Bob. In turn he agreed and hoped the best, that Jared's ex had died in a
hunting accident several years ago and he'd gone on a fuck binge for a few
years afterwards trying to forget Sam. That had led to Jared getting really
drowned in alcohol, losing a job, then another, a major falling out with
Jarvis in the process until he landed this job. He's been on it for about 4
years and seems to have found a nitch for himself. "I hope he and Pete can
build something together" I continued, wanting to ask and yet not wanting
to ask about Bob's own solo life. We watched some tv then both agreed on a
slow shower and bedtime. We landed in bed to the sounds of Fleetwood Mac's
"Tusk", clearly one of my favorite fuck songs EVER!!! And that's just what
we did; 4 times that night and I got nailed doggy, on my back twice and
once riding Bob's amazing cock. I was one tired `boy' come Sunday morning
and I assure you, his breakfast was the last thing on my mind!!!