Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2014 13:08:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred Big part 3

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Part 3

    Chad made his way downstairs. He made sure to put the mag-light and
toolbox back in their place and headed on down to check on the dogs. When
he got to the basement, he wasn't greeted by the five canines like he
normally would be. The reason was apparent. The other four dogs were all
gathered around Volken who was spread out on his back getting tongue
service from his pack mates. They were busy licking up any remaining sex
drippings from the rottie's recent fuck. Boris took notice of Chad and came
over wagging his beautiful fluffy tail. The wolfhound went right for Chad's
crotch. The buff blond stud let him get in a good sniff and a couple of
licks before he pushed the curious hound away.

    "I've got work to do boy," he said aloud, "We've got visitors coming
and a party to get ready for."

    The dog sauntered back to his group with the elegant aloof attitude
that only a Borzoi could pull off properly. Afghans tried, but they lacked
the innate intelligence of the wolfhounds. Chad went over to the feeding
station that was against the outside wall separated from the bathing
station by a three foot granite wall that provided counter space for the
area. The water trough was self-regulating and was fine. The feeding bin
needed filling though, so he went to the side wall and opened the storage
room door, grabbed two eighty pound bags and headed back to the
bin. Ripping the string seals on the bags and lifting the lid on the top of
the feeder, he poured both bags into the container.

    "That should hold you gluttons for a couple of days," he said grinning.

    Volken shook the other pets off and stood up. The big guy ambled over
toward Chad and the food followed by the whole group. When they got to the
shirtless man, they all attempted to check him out. Finally Chad just let
them. Snouts went up his thin shorts from every side to snuffle and sniff
his ass and jocked junk. He knew they could smell the left over rutting
aromas and it wouldn't hurt to have them thinking that way in prep for what
he had planned tonight. Decker crouched his hindquarters and Chad caught
him by the muzzle just as the huge newfie was about to jump him. He knew
the massive dog could easily bowl him over and being on the ground could
get complicated for him with the dogs scenting what was on him not to
mention Volken.

    "Sit!" he commanded them.

    And the whole group sat instantly obedient. Each one of them was
showing at least an inch of glistening wet dog dick sticking out of their
sheath.

    "Go play or eat or something you guys," he said to them, "I'll give you
all the attention you want tonight along with a new playmate."

    The dogs all headed in a mob to the doggie-door that was beside the
double doors to the backyard. Play was in their vocabulary and never needed
reinforcement. When the canines had finished exiting, Chad turned back to
complete his preparations for the upcoming night.

    He went into the storage room and stuffed the empty feed bags in the
trash drum just inside the door, reached over and turned on the light. He
grabbed a plastic bucket off the shelf along with a bottle of J-lube. He
went to the bathing station and used the spray hose to mix a gallon of the
slick stuff in the bucket. He set it and the bottle on the stainless steel
counter there and went back to the storage room. He grabbed a stack of six
gym mats that were up against the far wall and took them over to the other
side of the basement onto the artificial turf floor side and laid them
out. There were two vinyl padded 1' stools, a vinyl ottoman, a low wooden
bench, four huge vinyl beanbags, and a collection of water-proof cushions
lying around intermingled with an assortment of chew and play toys for the
dogs. A 10' long 8' high 3' deep metal cabinet stood against the far wall
here. He opened the first door on the cabinet revealing a refrigerator. He
opened it and saw that it was stocked with plenty of beer, soda, and
water. Closing that side back up he went to the next door and opened it to
check the shelves. They also were well stocked with munchies for man and
dog. He shut that door, not checking the remaining two cabinet doors
knowing that they held leads, harnesses, and other various things for the
animals and play. Pausing, he did turn back to the cabinet to the last
door. Opening it, he reached in and got a 1" leather strip off the middle
shelf. Grinning to himself he pulled down his shorts and jock. He took hold
of his hefty cock and balls and snapped the black leather strip around
them. Pulling his strap and shorts back up, he looked down to admire the
added bulge the cockring gave his package.

   The cell phone in his right pocket gave out a buzz. Chad pulled it out
and activated the device. A text message appeared.

    `We're here," was all it said.

    "About time," he muttered.

    He could see a white van with the pet place logo on it pulling up on
the drive through the windows in the double doors. He walked over to them
and went outside to meet his pals, grinning in anticipation of the coming
fun. As he got to the back drive, the van stopped and both front doors
opened. A six foot four muscular man with close cut dark hair, black tank
top, and black jeans got out of the driver's side. The big guy took Chad's
right hand in a firm shake and pulled him into a crushing but brief hug.

    "Hi Justin," the shirtless blond managed to say as the air returned to
his lungs from the powerful embrace, "Glad you could make it on such short
notice."

     "Hell man, whenever you say `fun' it gets my attention," the tall man
replied back.

     Chad noticed movement out of the corner of his eye as he heard several
sharp muffled barks from the back of the van. Two hands came around him
from behind to latch onto his hard pecs and gave them a firm squeeze as he
felt a body draw up to his back and ass snugly.

    "Chad you stud," a voice came from behind him, "You smell like sex
man. Have you been fucking?"

    "Nope," he responded, turning in the man arms to get a lascivious hug
from a much shorter guy, "How ya doing Em?"

    "Ready and raring here buddy," the compact Emery answered, "Fill us
in."

    The guy holding onto Chad stood just 5'2", but everything else made up
for it. He had a mischievous leprechaun look with his short curly
strawberry blond hair and slightly upturned nose. But the most stunning
thing about his appearance was his body. It was buff and hard. The vee of
his chest started at his 24 inch waist and widened to his 48 inch
shoulders. His muscles were barely contained by his crimson sleeveless
spandex top. Black jogging shorts with slits to the waistband on each side
clung to a nice mound in the crotch and rode high on his bulging
thighs. Emery was the star gymnast at the college where Chad went to grad
school with Justin.

    "I'll fill you both in, in a bit," Chad returned letting go of the
smaller guy, "I haven't heard the whole story myself yet. But let's let our
boys out of the van before they chew their way out."

   Justin huffed out a laugh and slid the side door open on the van.  Two
huge dogs bounded out immediately, one a fawn colored giant Anatolian
Shephard with white markings and the other a brown-gold Leonberger with a
friendly black face. Behind them came a plodding and excited creamy tan
Bullmastiff. The three dogs looked all around them and were suddenly joined
by a mass of white cream color as the three Borzois intercepted them coming
from around the back of the van. They were followed closely by Decker and
Volken. It was a mass of ass sniffing, licking, snorting, jumping dog
greetings. The three men laughed and headed to the basement leaving the
dogs to renew their long friendship.

    When they got in the basement, Chad went to the big cabinet and opened
the third door. He reached up to the top shelf and got down a rather
weighty 2' square tan plastic storage bin and took it over to the bath area
counter.

    "Hey Justin," he asked, "Could you slide the dog-door closed so we
don't get interrupted?"

    "Sure thing," the big man answered in his deep voice doing so, "Hey Em,
get the door to upstairs. I don't think we need any interruptions from up
there either. You're apt to be a little loud when we do this."

    "Fuck you, you giant asshole," the gymnast retorted with a smile as he
still went and pulled the door to upstairs closed tightly, "I thought you
liked the noises I make."

    "I do, little buddy, I fuckin' love `em. But I think Chad needs to keep
this on the DL for now if I'm not mistaken."

    "Just for a short time guys," Chad began explaining, "All of this is to
help Mark get his head back together and quit thinking he's some kind of
bizarre perverted freak."

    "I want to be a bizarre perverted freak," Emery said back
enthusiastically.

    "You are little stud man," Chad teased, "But you're a well-adjusted
one. Mark needs some help. He's suffering."

    Chad went on telling his two friends all he knew about what had
happened to Mark. They asked few questions, understanding that the blond
didn't have the whole story yet, so it went rather quickly.

    "So are you guys up to helping this man out of his dilemma?" he asked.

    "If this hunk is all you say he is, I'd be an idiot to pass it up,"
Justin answered first, "I'm in for whatever you want pal. I trust you."

    "He's all that and more," Chad responded, "His eyes will take your
breath away. And his ass..., well let's just say that we're lucky that butt
isn't guarded and on display in the Smithsonian as a National treasure."

    "You can count on me too stud," Emery added, "Sounds like this Mark
might be your soul-mate. I can't let that get away from you. You're just
too much of a great guy."

    "Okay then, who's up first?" Chad queried trying not to be embarrassed
by the tight little gymnast's keen perception.

    "Me, I'm way ready," the little hunk responded walking over to the buff
blond.

    He yanked his black clingy nylon shorts down to his sockless black
reebok shoes and kicked them up to Chad who caught them and set them on the
counter. The compact sexy guy turned around, bent over and grabbed his
ankles. Chad was presented with one of the smallest muscle tight asses he
had ever seen. It still impressed him even if he had had it in every way
imaginable. Justin walked over in front of Emery and knelt down putting a
hand on each of the gymnast's spandex clad shoulders, bracing him.

    "Let me have it stud," He said contorting to look up between his wide
spread legs at the hunky hairy blond man behind him, "Give me the one that
looks like three balls fused together. You know, the black one, where each
ball gets bigger to the base."

    "Got it right here," he said pulling a nice sized black butt plug out
of the box, "You clean?"

    "Sure am," Emery replied laughing, "Why do you think I was over at
Justin's man? He is too, so you don't have to ask."

    "Good," was all Chad said as he dipped the tool in the fresh bucket of
J-lube sitting there.

    He held the big hole-stretcher by its base and let the gel flow down to
the tip and brought it down to the rock hard ass in front of him. Some of
the lube dripped into Emery's crack. The small stud muffin let out a sexy
sigh as he felt the stuff run down to his hole. Chad put the small end to
that hole and began using it to smear the slick goo all around the opening
causing the little guy to moan lustfully.

    "Give it to me Chad," he said loudly, "Ram it in me all at once
fucker. Make me yell."

    "You asked for it, you hot little slut," he stated, using the heel of
his hand to slam the plug up the muscly asshole in one brutal thrust.

    Justin let go of one shoulder and used his free hand to muffle Emery's
mouth. Even so, the now butt slammed boy-man let out a low pitched scream
that had the dogs all at the door trying to find out what was going on. He
cursed and yelled with the sounds being dampened extremely by Justin's big
hand covering his mouth. Chad reached under his violated friend's ass to
start working his nutsack, trying to distract him from the pain of the plug
impalement, even though he knew the buff athlete really got off on it. Sure
enough Emery's 10" cock shot up to steel hardness in a flash. The gymnast
had a piece on him that made all the jocks in the locker room jealous. Chad
grinned to himself remembering the first time he had seen it. The now
plugged guy pulled away from Justin and Chad and lowered his ass to the
slate floor. He used both hands to spread his cheeks apart and squirmed his
ass on the hard surface making sure the butt tool was as tightly crammed up
his opening as it could go.

    "Fuckin' A, I like it," he said, "It hurts so good."

    The two bigger men looked at him with lustful approval. They both had
helped Emery partake of his particular kink many times. Neither one of them
knew anyone that could take an ass-wrecking like the little guy. And he
could take it for hours and still want more. His desire to have his tight
little hole ravaged was amazing. And even more amazing was his ability to
dish out an incredible fuck with his huge cock while he was being butthole
brutalized. The short little fucker had blown four loads up Justin's big
beefy ass while Chad had punch fisted his hole one time.

    "Okay Justin," Chad said getting back up, "I need you to get mine in me
and then Em can plug you. I need to get back upstairs and hear what Mark
has to say."

    "I'm always ready to help you get that hairy blond hole filled pal,"
the larger man said, "Pick your plug and let's do it."

   "Damn, better give me a few," he suddenly replied, "I need to make sure
I'm acceptable."

    Chad stripped off his shorts, supporter, cockring, shoes, and socks and
went over to the wash basin. He turned on the nickel finished nozzle and
let it flow until it was room temperature. He then inserted the end in his
ass using the hand squeezed valve to send a nice slow cool flow up his
ass. He then squatted and ejected the flush water at the drain using the
nozzle on full to wash the stuff down the drain. It was clear and clean. He
repeated the process two more times to make sure. Knowing that he was nice
and cleaned out he turned the water off, got a towel out of the cabinet
under the counter and dried off. Looking over at Justin and Em, he noticed
they hadn't just been watching him.

    What he saw was that the big man had shucked down to just a wide band
black jockstrap that set off his bronze tan nicely and had taken a knee
facing him. Emery was up off the floor straddled across Justin's
perpendicular thigh humping his plug stretched hole across that thigh. The
jock pouch that Chad could see between Justin's big toned legs was cock
tented so much that his balls were hanging down below its stretched out ass
straps. It really was a nut churning site. He hoped that Mark was going to
be into this. For some reason Chad felt in his gut that the hot gorgeous
man needed a sexual coming-out so to speak.

   "You ready?" his big friend asked him looking back and forth from him to
Em, "That ass douching show got us all hot."

    "So I see," Chad laughed, "You two are way up there in the hot show
ratings yourselves."

    "Bend over the wall buddy," Justin said getting out from under the buff
little gymnast's ass grinding, "Emery picked out a plug for you. It's dark
red and shaped like a mushroom."

    "I know the one. It'll be perfect. Way to go Em."

    Chad stood three feet back from the 3' granite wall, spread his golden
hair dusted muscular legs and leaned forward putting his hands on the cold
stone top. His own gym enhanced ass stuck out just right for Justin as he
came up behind him with the toy in hand. Emery stood on the other side of
him with the bucket of lube. The smaller man dipped his fingers in the
slippery stuff and slid them in Chad's tight crack. He worked his gooey
fingers down the hairy butt crack until he felt the tight ring of the
blond's asshole. He slowly pushed his forefinger in the hole probing the
warm rectal tissue. Switching out fingers, one at a time he massaged the
lube up Chad's chute stretching the tight muscle ring a bit more with each
pass. Then he used two fingers for a couple of strokes, then three. All
through this Chad was softly moaning as his thick dick responded by
lengthening and swelling.

    "He's all yours," Emery said looking up at Justin.

    "Push out Chad, I'm going to slide it in you slow, but when the
mushroom head gets past your sphincter it's going to jump up inside you
suddenly," The big tall man warned.

Justin dipped the plug in the lube and put it to the slick worked hole. He
applied a constant slow pressure and the wide rounded end of the exotic
anal stretcher began to part his friend's ass lips. It slid inexorably into
the opening and then suddenly Chad's ring parted and the four inch long
mushroom head spurted inside his rectum. He let out a loud moan and his ass
clamped down hard on the rubber stem, leaving the round flat base embedded
in his crack snug up to his hole.

    Chad stood upright and worked his butt muscles feeling the plug settle
in making him feel full and horny. His cock was more than half hard, but
still hanging, heavily. He took the towel he had used to dry off and wiped
the excess lube from his ass. He snapped the cockring back on, pulled his
jock up running his first two fingers under each strap to snap it into
place, adjusted his bloated prick in the pouch and pulled on his thin mesh
shorts. He sat on the wall putting on his socks and shoes, watching Emery
bend Justin over the wall beside him beginning to lube up the big man's
ass.

    "See you in a hopefully short time guys," Chad said rising and going to
the upstairs door, "You know where the food and drinks are. Hang out and
have fun, and don't get a nut yet. Those rugby jerseys with the cut off
sleeves are in the third door of the cabinet, but don't let the dogs in
until I give you the word. I'll text it to your phone Justin. Okay?"

    "Gotcha pal," The big hunk groaned from the ass play Emery was giving
him.

    The last thing Chad saw as he headed up the stairs was Emery easing a
blue butt plug shaped like George W's head into Justin's ass.

     The first thing I did after Chad left the bathroom was sit on the john
and push the rest of Volken's cum injection out my ass. Just knowing it was
sperm that had been fucked into me by a swollen fat cock had my pecker
getting turgid again. After ejecting as much of the stuff that I could, I
looked into the bowl to see a slightly creamy watery swirl of dog cum
dispersing into the toilet water. I flushed it away. That didn't get rid of
the pleasant fucked feeling I had in my hole though. I was one bent perv.

    I knew Chad had not so subtly expressed his desire that I go naked, but
I worried that something might happen like a neighbor or delivery man
stopping by and I couldn't get past the leaded glass double front doors
without being seen to come back upstairs to put something on. I had no idea
who might have the gate code. Chad did, so presumably other people that
Keith trusted did too. So I made the decision to grab something to take
downstairs and put on the den couch just in case. I opened one of my bags
and got out a pair of mesh shorts like Chad was wearing, only navy not
grey. When I pulled the shorts out they exposed a red narrow band swim jock
I had packed also. I took it too and headed downstairs to go to Keith's
bathroom for the ointment for my cut.

    I went through the foyer and on into the den without seeing a sign of
Chad. Oh well, he had some chores to do and I really needed to do about
thirty minutes of work myself. I tossed my strap and shorts on the couch
and went on into Keith's bedroom from its den door. I loved this
Jeffersonian style room. I had spent weeks helping Keith find just all the
right furniture. We really spent a lot of time researching the perfect
items on the net and just as much time hunting them down. The look was
masculine and elegant at the same time. It was a good reflection of Keith's
personality and he had rewarded me by undressing me, laying me out on the
big four poster king sized bed and giving me a 3 hour scented oil massage,
following it up with a happy ending. Too bad he was a total top. We would
have ended up being lovers if it weren't for that catch. As much as I
wanted his ass, he wasn't ever going to give it up. So we were friends,
best friends, and best friends with occasional benefits.

    I gave up reminiscing and turned left to the master bath. I flipped on
the wall switch and was impressed by the high tech indirect lighting. This
was new since I had been here last. In fact the whole bathroom had been
remodeled with mainly Georgia marble, the best in the world they say. The
medicine cabinet was a beveled mirror that opened by a push catch. I opened
it and caught a moving view of Keith's new shower as it swung open. I
turned to the enclosure. There was no door. Just a four foot marble free
standing wall that opened on either side to a glass and marble area that
was almost as big as the dorm room Keith and I shared our freshman year at
Georgia.

    There were six chrome poles in the shower room with a head atop each
one. One had a chrome flex hose coming from it that ended in a stainless
steel douching nozzle. Up above suspended from the ceiling was a three foot
diameter rain shower head. I had to try this out. It was wonderfully
decadent. Towels were there on a rack that was very bulky. I reached out to
touch one of them and sure enough they were warm. It was a built in heated
towel rack. That's when I noticed the marble floor wasn't stone cold. It
apparently was heated too. I stepped into the enclosure but couldn't find a
valve or any way to turn on the water. Then I spied a touch console inset
on this side of the marble dividing wall. Each head had a control and a
temperature setting. I opted for 97 degrees on all of them except the head
with the nozzle. I set it for 75 and touched the obvious 'on' control. The
shower came to life. I entered and began to revel in the most luxurious
bathing experience I had ever had. By turning a ring on each pole I could
adjust the jet pressure of each head. All this while a warm drizzle of rain
fell on me from the big head above. I took the nozzle and checked it out
avoiding the cool spray coming from the shower head it was attached
to. There was a steel slide at the base of the thing. I slid it up and a
stream of water came out the nozzle. I adjusted it and put the flow to my
hole. I proceeded to flush all the cum residue out of my bowels. That
didn't make me feel any better about what happened either, but it sure did
make my ass feel good, in and out. My cock was back to trying to stand at
attention. I stroke it a bit as I sprayed a stream of water at my fucked
hole. Damn that was sexy hot. The shower picked that moment to cycle
off. It hadn't felt like 30 minutes, but that was what I had set the
controls to. And the water had stayed hot the whole time. How big was the
hot water heater for this extravagance?

    I stepped to the shower entry and got myself a warm towel and dried
basking in the glow of a perfect shower. Keith knew his stuff. This shower
probably got every guy he got in it coming back for seconds or more. And
that would get my buddy his seconds or more. I kept drying off and saw Chad
standing in the doorway just watching me. His right hand was slowly rubbing
his bulge and he grinned at me when I looked at him.

    It had been a little more than an hour since I had seen him, but I
found myself taken back by the sight of this handsome sexy athlete yet
again. He was still shirtless and I began to think up ways to get those
shorts off his ass so I could admire it, framed by the straps of his jock.

    "Have I told you how hot and sexy you are?" he asked me with that
carnally enticing grin.

    "I'm going to lie and say no, because I like to hear it coming from
you," I responded with a smile of my own.

    Without taking his eyes off of me he maneuvered his way across the room
to the still open medicine cabinet and reached in getting two things. I
noticed that there were enough mirrors at 90 degree angles to each other in
the room for him to watch me and see what he was getting at the same
time. His casual masculine walk was even a turn on to me.

    "Come here dream man, please," he cajoled me.

    "You're staring at me," I informed him as I took 5 steps to get to him
towel in hand. I finished drying my wrist with its self-damning though
waterproof Bluetooth watch.

    "I'm afraid if I take my eyes off of you, you just might fade away like
a dream," He said embracing me, "But now I have you in my arms so you
can't."

    "Are you trying to seduce me Chad? You don't have to. I was totally
seduced when I first met you," I intoned to him as I took both sides of his
head and pulled his mouth to mine to devour him.

    Our kiss was ruggedly erotic as we both used our strength to dominate
each other orally. It left us both gasping for air. That was probably due
to the decreased blood flow from all of it rushing to our cocks. We were
both rock hard again. I felt a general smugness and gratitude that we could
do that to each other so easily.

   "AWESOME is still all I can come up with for you," he exclaimed, "Here
let me see your wrist."

    I let him take my wrist and he inspected the red line where the shower
had washed away the thin scab that had formed over it. It wasn't even deep
enough to be called a cut. It was barely a scratch, but Chad applied the
antibiotic ointment to it like he was providing a life saving course of
action. I watched him gently caress the salve across the place and tried to
see what the other tube he had in his hand was. Lube maybe? That sent an
electric type tingle up my spine. I ran my right hand down his back to his
butt, feeling the strap under his mesh shorts that ran tightly across his
left ass cheek headed in the general direction that I had my mind set on.

    "Come on in here," he said finishing his first aid treatment, "Lie down
face first on the bed."

    "Okay stud, but I'm warning you, turnabout is fair play."

    "I am totally for that," Chad said laughing, "But let's get along
further into the evening before we start fucking. You might get some other
ideas as the night goes on. Besides, I want to hear what happened with
Volken from you. I think I have it figured out, but best to hear the truth
from the firsthand witness, my dad, the lawyer, always says. What I have
here is some lidocaine cream that Keith keeps around for his giant cock
victims."

    "Oh right," I agreed, laughing myself as I went face first down on the
bed I had inaugurated for that big downward curving prong of Keith's. I
spread my legs and began to tell Chad about my earlier shower, dropping the
key, getting stuck, getting fucked, getting knotted, getting off on it, how
ashamed I felt, basically the whole story just as I have related it
before. All the time I talked he sensuously rubbed the numbing cream into
and around my slightly aching asshole with his long middle fuck finger. By
the time I got to the end where he walked in and caught me tied to Volken,
the ache was gone and I was left with a yearning tingle in my hole and a
massive hard-on.

    "Mark?" Chad questioned me sliding his finger into me and rubbing the
tip slowly across my prostate making me squirm.

    "Yeah?" I responded, with a horny moan pushing back on his finger.

    "That was about the most erotic fucking story I have ever heard. No,
don't say anything just yet; give me a chance to explain like I gave
you. Okay?"

    "Okay," I agreed consumed by this studs finger owning my ass with his
digit alone, listening intently.

    "You got into a situation that surprised you. You were shocked enough
initially to enjoy the tonguing you got," he went on, "Then you were
appalled. You were trapped and confused, but Volken being an animal without
an evil thought in his head..., and he does love you, you know, managed to
give you what you have confessed to me to be one of the best sexual
experiences of your life. You got run through a wide array of emotions in
such a short period of time that you can't see it for the pure occurrence
that it was. You liked it, I liked it, Volken sure as hell liked it, and
you want to reject it for some social ethical reason that makes no logical
sense. Face it man, you like dog cock and deep down inside you want it
again."

   "How could you possibly know what it feels like," I burst out yanking
myself off Chad's probing finger, suddenly offended.

    "MARK!" Chad raised his voice, "I know. I know because I LIKE DOG COCK!
I like everything about it; the forcefulness as it gets slammed up your
needy fuckhole, the power that a dog puts into the fucking itself, the
feeling of domination as his knot ties your ass and owns it making you his
bitch sperm receptacle, the stretch inside your ass that makes you spread
for it, the deep sensual awareness of the slab growing and snaking it's way
even further up inside your chute, the full hardness of the animal's knot
as it drives you over the edge throbbing against your prostate, the warm
fullness from the wet pulsing squirts of cum being pumped into your guts,
the ache and feeling of your own heartbeat in your asshole when the knot
finally goes down and slides out your gaping hole with a rush of dog semen
flowing out behind it leaving you with an empty hole wanting it filled
again."

    Chad rushed his words out with a speed and quickness that proclaimed
the truth of them. He came to a sudden halt and looked at me with a
vulnerability that few people ever witness from a man of his caliber. He
had nailed my experience down perfectly, just minus the guilt and
anxiety. All of a sudden the impact of this truth hit me emotional like a
ton of bricks. He was right. I wanted it. I fucking liked it so much that
inside I was craving it like a child craves candy. I didn't have to have
it, but fuck, I WANTED IT! I wanted it bad. I felt emotionally humiliated
for him to see that in me. But then I came to deeper understanding; he had
let me see that same thing in him. The humiliation evaporated from my soul
instantly.

    "Well say something beautiful," Chad implored me, still looking like a
deer caught in the headlights.

    "I..., I..., I...," I broke down weeping, "You're right," I blubbered
between sobs, "I do want it. I want it soooo bad!"

     I was wallowing in guilt again. Not the guilt of social shame, but the
guilt I felt for putting this incredible, sexy, handsome, understanding,
stud man through all my unfounded angst and tribulation.

    Chad climbed up on the bed with a quickness and embraced me in his
arms, clasping my bare body to his silken haired chest while stroking the
back of my head.

    "Hey buddy, it's going to be fine," He whispered in my ear, "You're
going to be fine, hell you're already fine enough on the outside for the
whole fucking state. What the fuck am I saying; you're fine enough for the
god-damned continent. There can't be more than seven guys near your looks
on the whole effin' planet. And you're going to be that fine on the inside
too."

   He held me and rocked me in his arms and my cries dried up.

    "You're not alone in this angel," He said to me, "Not by a long
shot. Let's get you something to wear and go out on the deck for a drink. I
got something big to tell you."

    "You have something BIG to tell me?" I shot the question at him with an
at last guilt free smile, "I guess I should let you know that if it gets
any bigger than that last something you told me, I'll probably faint."

    Chad let loose with a deep and sustained laugh this time, holding me by
the upper arm and dragging me from the bed into the den.

    "It's not THAT big," he told me through the laughs, "But it is related
to that. And I'm going to make you all better tonight. In just one night
you're going to be A-one hundred percent fine. And by the way, I can't
believe I went off on a rant about dog sex and left out about how fucking
amazing their tongues are. I don't believe I left that out."

    I laughed pulling Chad against my side and putting that same arm around
his shoulder as I steered us to the bar. I needed that drink as much as it
sounded like he needed his. That was a huge confession for him, knowing the
thoughts I had plaguing me about my canine fuck, a really big confession.
He didn't know I had my jock and shorts on the couch right there in plain
sight. They would be enough to wear on the veranda for our drink break. I'd
have to remember to tell him it was a veranda, not a deck. In the south it
mattered. But I would wait until we got that drink in us and had come down
from the emotional rollercoaster I had us riding all afternoon.

TO BE CONTINUED

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