Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 13:07:02 +0000
From: Rebel 101 <rebel777@hotmail.com>
Subject: Caught With Shadow - Chapter 4 (b/b/beast, oral, anal, rimming)

Caught With Shadow
By Rebel

I have received several very nice responses from readers, and some chastised
me for not "getting it on more."  I feel like now that I've started this
thing, I'd rather write a story that has some kind of plot and not just a
`slam-bam-thank-you-Sam' type of porn.  Maybe I'm getting a big head and
think that I might be better than I really am.  We'll have to wait and see.
Thank you all very much for the encouragement.  Positive comments are always
welcome and you may e-mail them to Rebel777@hotmail.com.

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young
boys, and a young male and an older male.  If material of this nature
offends you, then you should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are
under 18 years of age in most states, you are not allowed to read this story
by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to persons living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.
Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way
intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions.

The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has
been posted, without the consent of the author.


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Chapter 4 – Dillon

`Damnit, Blaine treats me like a kid,' I thought as I sat in his kitchen on
one of the barstools, then started chuckling as I thought about it.  `Yeah,
I guess I am, but I know I like being with him – why can't he just go with
it?'  I looked over to the sliding glass door and saw Shadow wagging his
tail and pacing, so I let him in.  I snapped my fingers and pointed to the
floor, and Shadow, true to his training, immediately lay on the tile floor,
looking up at me.

"Yeah Shadow, looks like it's just you and me boy," I told him as I ruffled
his ears.  I walked over to the fridge and got me another Pepsi, then went
back, sat on the floor next to Shadow, and propped myself against the bar.
"Well boy, it could be a lot worse, I guess..." I told him as I thought back
to when I first got him as a puppy.


The parents were always working or going to one of their endless "benefits"
for one charity or another.  That's what happens when you live in a
political town like Sacramento.  I was 8 years old, in the third grade, and
way too big a boy to be going to daycare after school.  I'd been bitchin'
about it for weeks, and the `rents finally agreed that I could stay with a
neighbor boy at his house since his mother didn't work.  Garret and I would
walk home from school together, and then stay at his house until my folks
came to get me, or called when they got home and told me to come home.

Garret's family had this great old Heinz variety dog they called Sandy, that
was great fun to play with in the back yard.  He was a big yellow furry
beast that we could ride like a horse, wrap a bandana around his neck when
we played cowboys and Indians, or his sisters would dress him up in girlie
clothes, and all he would do is lick your face and roll onto his back,
waiting for his belly to be rubbed.  He was great fun to be with and I
wanted a puppy of my own.  When I asked mom (she's an easier touch than dad
is), I was really surprised when she said that she thought it was a great
idea.

That night at the dinner table, mom brought the subject up.  "Harold, Dillon
has asked me for a puppy of his own.  These past couple of months since he's
been going over to the Wilson's after school, he's been playing with their
dog, and he feels he's old enough and responsible enough to take care of a
new puppy himself.  I think that since he spends so much time alone, maybe
it would be good company for him."  I was dumbfounded and just sat there
with my mouth open.  I didn't know that mom knew so much about my after
school activities, and it surprised my no end to find that my mom thought I
was "responsible."

Dad looked over the top of his glasses at me then went back to his dinner.
I was sitting on pins and needles waiting for "the verdict."  He put his
fork down and leaned back a little.  I knew he was thinking, since I'd seen
this so many times before, but the waiting was killing me.  I looked over at
mom, but she just smiled, and kinda shrugged.  "Helen, I don't know.  Dillon
doesn't keep his room clean as it is; what's it's gonna be like with a dog
around here?  And after the first couple of weeks, he'll loose interest, and
then you or I have to feed it, and clean up after it."

I couldn't let this go; I just had to speak up – even though I wasn't s'pose
to.  "Dad, I'll take care of him and do everything for him.  You won't even
know that he's around.  Honest."

"Oh, so the dog is a he.  Have you already picked out this dog, and you're
just getting around to asking?"

"No sir," I replied, suitably chastised.

Then my dad smiled; something he does often enough, reached across the
table, and held my hand.  "Don't worry little guy, your mom and I will
discuss it and then we'll all talk about it, ok?  But first, Thanksgiving is
coming up next week, and then the Christmas parties and everything next
month, so why don't we think about it `til after the new year, and we'll
talk then.  Is that ok with you Dillon?"

I answered, "Yes sir," and felt dejected again.  My `rents always seem to
place everything else before me, so I shouldn't be surprised.

"And while we're all thinking about it, you can look around and maybe find a
dog that you like, maybe one of Sandy's pups if there are any, and we will
talk about it again honey," mom said to me, obviously trying to cheer me up.

"Sure mom, that's a good idea.  I'll ask Garret and see if he knows."


The next day, after school when Garret and I were walking home, I asked him
about Sandy, but he said he didn't know anything about where he came from.
"Sandy's just always been there as long as I've been here.  Hey, my mom
would know; she knows everything.  Let's go ask her."  So we hurried home
and found Mrs. Wilson in the kitchen.

"Oh honey, I can't tell you much about Sandy.  We got him from a breeder out
in the valley whose prize winning female Golden Retriever got with some male
that they didn't know anything about.  He was giving the puppies away, so we
got Sandy and brought him home.  Because of that big head on him, we think
that the dad might have been a Mastiff or St. Bernard, or something," Mrs.
Wilson told us.  Then she started chuckling a little and we looked at her
strangely.  When she saw us staring, she blushed a little, and said, "Too
bad that big head doesn't have a brain in it."

We all laughed then because it was kind of a joke around the family that the
big lovable mutt was kinda dopey most of the time.  For one thing, he kept
walking into the glass patio door when it was closed; and has done it like
forever – he never learns.  But he really is so much fun to play with and
cuddle up to on the floor watching tv.  When I asked about any puppies he
might have had, Mrs. Wilson was thoughtful for a minute, but then told us,
"I don't think there are any puppies, guys.  We got him five years ago when
he was a puppy, and I don't think he's ever been with a lady."

"He probably wouldn't know what to do anyway," Garret threw out, and we all
laughed.


Since there weren't any more dogs like Sandy, I was gonna have to find one
of my own.  I was pretty sure that my mom and I can talk dad into it, but it
was gonna have to wait until after New Years.  I have never been good with
waiting, but I knew better than to whine and plead with my dad.  All he'd do
is get mad and yell at me, "NO!" and I'd NEVER get a puppy.  Oh well, for
the next month, whenever I went out with anyone for Christmas shopping, I
always kept my eyes open for just the right puppy.

Mom and I had talked quite a bit about it, and she kept telling me that we'd
talk about it after Christmas.  So I went through the rest of school until
we got out for break about a week before Christmas, and over to the Wilson's
after school, trying to think "good thoughts" so that Santa would be good to
me.  Daddy never said a word, so I just couldn't figure out if he'd made a
decision or not.  As Christmas got closer, I got caught up in all the things
going on and kinda forgot about a puppy.

Christmas Eve came and I was the typical hyper kid, so my parents let me
stay up later and even have a `grownup drink' they called eggnog.  I didn't
like the taste much, but hey, it was a grownup drink.  (I found out just
last year what eggnog has in it, so no wonder they didn't mind their hyper
kid having some.)  It wasn't too much later that I guess daddy carried me
upstairs and put me to bed.

The next thing I knew was this bouncing on my bed and something wet on my
face.  Now, I'm NOT a morning person, and it takes me a bit to actually wake
up and face the world – even on Christmas morning, so I just kinda swatted
the thing away from my face, rolled over in my warm bed, and snuggled down
into the blankets.  The next thing I feel is the bedcovers being picked up,
and then something wiggling around by my legs and up my front.  THAT got my
attention and I threw off the blankets to find two big, brown eyes looking
back at me and a slobbery tongue that licked my face.  I HAD A PUPPY!!!!

I exploded out of bed and hugged my dad and mom, knocking my dad off his
feet and the camcorder going flying as I pushed into his arms.  "Oh, thank
you, thank you, thank you," was about all I could say, but they knew I loved
the puppy and loved them for getting it for me.

"Well son, you're welcome, and you do realize that it's your responsibility
to take care of him, feed him, bathe him, take him for walks, and potty
train him," he was telling me, his grin as big as mine was.

"Yes daddy, I'll do all of it – you won't even know he's here, I promise!" I
told him.

"Well, you'd better start pretty soon," mom giggled at us.  I turned around
and dad and I both saw the new puppy peeing right in the middle of my bed.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed and headed for him.

"DILLON!!" they both said at once and headed toward the bed too.  I guess
with all of us rushing toward him at once, he got kinda scared and went to
the back of the bed next to the wall.  Since he was so small, he just slid
down the back and disappeared.  I dove under the front of the bed but
couldn't see him.

"Well, you gonna get him outta there Dillon?" my dad asked.

"I can't see him anywhere.  He's the same color as the shadows down here and
just blends in," I called from under the bed.  About that time, I felt a wet
lick across my nose so then I knew where he was and grabbed him.  As I
backed out from under the bed, I told the `rents, "I think that's what I'm
gonna call him, Shadow."


Since that day, we have been inseparable.  The Christmas break gave me time
to train him pretty well, and he didn't have toooo many more `accidents'
after that first one.  I was extra alert from then on, and even started
keeping my room cleaner, (if you've ever had to pick up smelly, pee soaked
clothes from the floor, you understand.)  I sure didn't want my dad to find
any `hidden surprises' someplace that I didn't see, and then get rid of
Shadow; he was my very own extra special buddy, and I couldn't let anything
happen to him.

He didn't much like it when we started back to school, but it wasn't long
before he wanted to be outside all day rather than in the house.  Garret and
I would stop on our walk home to his house and pick up Shadow on the way.
He was always waiting for us at the gate to the back yard when we got there,
no matter what we did to sneak up on him.  One time I took a detour down the
alley to get to the backyard while I sent Garret around the front.  Even
that didn't work; when I peeked over the top of the fence standing on our
garbage rack, there was Shadow, patiently waiting, sitting on the lawn, his
tail goin' a thousand miles an hour.  He'd never bark at us, he'd wait and
wag that tail just as fast as he could.

Sandy and Shadow adopted each other the very first day.  To Sandy, it was
just another nuisance to endure, like when Garret's little sister would put
ribbons and bows in his long hair.  To Shadow, it was just another big kid
to play with, and play they did.  The two of them would run all over the
back yard either by themselves or with all the kids, and just wear
themselves out.  When mom would call and say they were home, it was kinda
tough getting him to leave, but once we were out the back gate, he knew we
were headed home, and he would usually just run on ahead, then look back
over his shoulder to make sure I was still there.  If I tried to hide in
some of the bushes along the way, it would only take him a few seconds to
find me and start licking me all over.


A couple of months later, dad's architecture firm got a very big contract
and they started working late some nights.  On those nights, they would call
and Mrs. Wilson would tell me that I was staying there overnight.  That was
fine with Garret and me, since we wanted to be together anyway.  We would
either spend the night in the rec room on the fold-out couch, or in Garret's
bed in his room, neither one of us worrying about `sleeping together'.  It
was on one of these overnights that our relationship changed forever.

We had always taken baths or showers together, and didn't have any problem
with being in the bathroom when the other was sitting on the john.  We were
as at home with each other's bodies as we were our own.  As was our usual
routine, after our baths for the night, we were on the hide-a-bed without
any clothes on, watching wrestling on tv.  As usual, one thing led to
another, and we were wrestling each other on the bed.  Now, we had been
getting boners for as long as I could remember, so when we got hard, it was
no big deal.  But this time, Garret reached down between us, grabbed my hard
little dickie, and held on.  So I reached over and grabbed his too.  It felt
just like mine did, since both of us are uncut, but as we struggled with
each other, both holding onto each other's cocks, it just started to feel
really good.

I was laying on top of Garret and just started to hunch my hips back and
forth on top of him while he was still holding me tight.  The feeling in my
tummy just kept getting better and better, so I kept it up.  Finally, it got
just too much for me and I started to shake all over.  Garret was twitching
too, so I just held onto him and we just lay there while everything went
back to normal.

Garret looked up at me with big round eyes and asked, "What was that?"

"I don't know, but it sure felt good," I replied.

"Yeah, it did... you wanna do it again?"

"You think we can?" I asked him.

"I think so," Garret responded, "All we were doing was holding each other's
weenies and moving around."  So he again took hold of my little cocklet and
I grabbed his, then he rolled on top of me and started moving his hips up
and down.  It wasn't too much longer and I could feel that nice feeling
starting to build up inside me.

"Are you getting the feeling?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he breathed out, and started going faster.

After we both stopped shaking again, Garret rolled off of me and said, "Wow
– I wanna do that a LOT!"

We spent a long time that night "practicing" until we finally dropped off to
sleep.


The next day I had a stiffy most of the time.  When I asked Garret at
recess, he told me that he was the same way.  We couldn't get home fast
enough to "practice" some more.  We picked up Shadow on our way past my
house, and headed right to the rec room as soon as we got into the house.
Since we usually played with the dogs after school, they were having nothing
to do with us being in the house without them, and they wouldn't settle down
at all when we let them in, so we had to got outside and play with the dogs
rather than play with each other like we wanted to.  I had to go home that
night, so we couldn't play with each other again until the next time.

We didn't have to wait too long; only until the following Friday night.  My
parents were going out of town, again, and I was gonna spend the weekend at
Garret's.  After we had dinner, we watched tv with Garret's parents, then
ran off to get out baths and in the bed so we could play again.  Things
carried on from there and every time we could get alone together, it didn't
take long for us to get naked and start playing with each other.  It didn't
take long before both of us figured out that we could make the funny feeling
by ourselves, just by grabbing our little dicks, and pulling and pushing on
it.  Sometimes we would do `it' standing in the shower and rubbing all
slippery all over each other.

One time, while we were in the shower rubbing next to each other, Garret
started to pee all over between us.  We had been pissin' in the shower as
long as I could remember, so it was nothing new, we could just wash it off
afterward.  But this time it really felt great since we were rubbing on each
other, and in fact seemed to make it feel better for both of us.  After
that, either one of us or both of us would try to pee whenever we were
rubbing together in the shower.  (You know what it's like when a boy gets a
new `play toy'.)

I can't for the life of me remember exactly how it got started, but we got
to where we were licking all over each other's cocks and balls, and one time
Garret even went as far as to suck on my cock all the way `til I got the
funny feeling.  After that, we always sucked on each other at least once
during the evening, but we still liked rubbing against each other the best,
and did THAT a lot.  We figured out that we got the best feeling when
whoever was on top would put their dick down under the balls, between the
legs of the other one.  That way we both got a lot of rubbing and it always
happened faster.


One time when we were spending the night at my house, Garret was on top and
was really rubbing as much as he could.  Suddenly, his eyes got really wide,
he started trying to pull away from me, and was saying, "Oh, oh, oh, oh..."
We looked down over his shoulder, and saw that Shadow had gotten up from his
spot on the floor and was licking his balls and all the way up the crack of
his butt.  I started laughing underneath him, but Garret was still trying to
get away.  After he got off me and we both looked at Shadow, he said, "Damn,
that really tickled."

"But why?  I've licked you there millions of times," I asked.

"Yeah, but not like that.  He was going all the way up my butt with my legs
spread, and it REALLY tickled," he complained.

Shadow was still at the end of the bed, looking at us with this goofy look
like he was asking `what's the matter?'  I called him over and he came right
up on the bed with us.  I kinda leaned back off balance, and Shadow licked
out with that long tongue of his up the side of my dick.  I shuddered with
the feeling, and rather than pushing him away, I moved my hands to my sides
and let him go at it.  "Gosh Dillon, does that feel ok?"

"Oh yeah – even better than when you do it," I told him.  Shadow kept
licking all over my dick and my balls, and all over my hairless pubes.  "Oh
wow Garret!  This feels great!  You gotta try it," I said.  Garret flopped
onto the bed next to me, and I nudged Shadow off my cock and onto his.  With
Shadow's first lick, Garret moaned and lay back hard into the bed.

"Oh god Dillon, you're right, this is way better than when we do it to each
other!  Oooohhhhh!" he moaned out.  He spread his legs a little bit and
Shadow started licking down there too.  I scooted over to give him a little
more room and watched as he spread his legs wide and Shadow licked him all
the way to his little asshole.  I'd seen his little pink pucker before, but
never from this angle.  Garret picked up his knees, keeping his feet flat on
the bed, which gave Shadow more room to get at him.  Damn, this was
fantastic.  I could watch Shadow's long pink tongue slurping all over his
balls and around the crack of his ass.  His tongue was about 4 or 5 inches
long and he was really licking that hole.  About that time, Garret brought
his legs up toward his belly and held them with his hands behind his knees.

Shadow really went nuts licking him all over wherever he could get his
tongue.  All this time Garret was moaning and panting, and rolling his head
from side to side.  I watched, fascinated with the way Garret's asshole was
opening and closing with the licks.  Then I was amazed when on one of those
licks, Shadow's tongue actually went inside his tiny hole.  "Oh god, oh
shit... that really feels goooood Dillon," Garret moaned to me.  I couldn't
wait for my turn.

I lay back down on the bed and got into the same position that Garret was
in, then I called to Shadow.  He didn't miss a beat and immediately changed
over to licking on my asshole.  I couldn't help it; I just moaned out load,
it felt so good.  "Told ya it was good," Garret said to me.

"Unh huh," was about all I could get out in response.  Shadow went all over
me just as he had done for Garret, who had moved down so he could watch.
After a few minutes, I could feel my hole start to open and close like
Garret's had done.  I wanted so much to feel that tongue up inside of me.
And then it happened; on one of the upstrokes, Shadow's tongue slipped
inside of me.  It was marvelous and hot, and gritty, all at the same time.
I hunched my butt more up toward Shadow, and was rewarded with more of his
tongue snaking up inside my asshole.

"Wow Dillon, that's really neat.  Shadow's got about half his tongue up
inside of you," Garret said in awe.  I know it felt really great from my
side too.  This was something we were definitely gonna keep doing, and the
best part was that Shadow stayed with me, so I could do it whenever I
wanted.


Spring was changing into summer and we were all looking forward to being out
of school.  We took Shadow to the vet for his six-month check-up and they
put him on the scales to see how big he was getting.  When Shadow weighed in
at 87 pounds, I was amazed and told them that the scales must be broken.  I
had been weighed and measured at school just the week before, and although I
was 5 feet tall, I weighed 85 pounds.  So I got on the scale... and sure
enough, they showed 85 pounds.  Damn, my dog weighs more than I do.  I could
hardly wait `til I could get home to tell Garret about how much he'd grown.

Ever since our first experimentations, we had gotten more and more into
exploring each other's bodies, and involving both dogs while we were at it.
Garret was a lot more adventurous that I was, so he was constantly leading
the way.  That's not to say that I didn't like it, I was just slower to try
something new.  On one of the nights I stayed over at his house, we were
sucking on each other (we found out later that it was called 69, but we
thought we had invented something new, just for us) and Garret was sucking
and licking on my balls, like I was doing to him.  He worked himself further
between my legs, then suddenly I felt his tongue all over my asshole.  I had
felt Shadow and Sandy doing that a lot, but it was the first time that I
felt Garret down there.

"Garret, what are you doin?!"  I popped his cock out of my mouth and moved
away from him slightly.

He pulled back, looked at me, and then said, "I was just wonderin' what it
felt like.  We had baths so I knew you were clean, and I just wanted to find
out why the dogs liked doin' this so much.  Didn't you like it Dillon?"

"Well, I was more surprised than anything.  I don't know if I liked it or
not," I explained.

"You want me to do it again?" he enthused.

It took me all of about two seconds for me to say yes, so we rolled back
together and started in again.  `Well, if he can do it, then I can too,' I
thought, so I worked my way down between his legs as he was doin' to me, and
looked at his puckered hole, and then slowly eased my tongue out to it and
licked him there.  `Hmmm, no taste at all,' I thought, and started really
going at it like I'd felt the dogs do before.  I was so involved with this
new experience that I wasn't paying a lot of attention to my `other end'.
Suddenly I felt Garret insert his tongue into my hole, so I followed
immediately.  It was so new, and so much fun, it didn't take long before the
feelings in our asses combined with the rubbing of our cocks on each other's
chest, and we were both shaking and holding on to each other tightly.

"Damn Garret, that was really, really great!!" I exclaimed after we pulled
apart a few minutes later.  "I never dreamed something like that would feel
sooooo good!"

"Yeah, sometimes I do come up with a good idea," he giggled, knowing full
well that he usually led the way with us.


After that, it seemed like whenever I stayed at Garret's house he had
something new for us to try putting up our assholes.  We worked our way up
to using our fingers on each other, first one and then two; and Garret came
up with all sorts of ideas from the kitchen.  He snuck us a couple of
carrots one night and we had a great time fucking each other with those.  We
tried bananas, both with the peel on and then with the peel off.  That got
real squishy that night.  We only used spit on each other until one night I
was getting sore and dry.  He got the idea of putting on Vaseline to make it
easier.

"My mom always uses this stuff whenever I get sore between my legs, and it's
real slick," he told me when he got back from the bathroom.

"Why do you get sore between your legs?" I asked him.

He immediately blushed and looked at the floor.  I just stared at him `til
he finally said, " Ah, well ah... I been tryin' all those things, and didn't
know how to make it slick, so I would just call Sandy over and let him lick
me down there.  His tongue felt so good, and I'd feel really great after he
started, I would just let him lick me until I got the feeling.  The next
morning, I'd really be sore and red down there.  Mom thought it was because
my pants were rubbing on me, so that's when she'd get the Vaseline."

We started using the Vaseline, and everything went easier.  We just had to
remember not to use it if we were gonna lick each other until after we were
done; that stuff sure doesn't taste very good.  It didn't take us too much
longer to try putting our weenies up inside each other's holes.  We found
that we both liked that to, and were doing that almost as much as we were
licking and sucking each other.


"Hey Dillon, did you go to sleep on me?" Blaine's voice snapped me out of my
reverie.

I looked up from where I was sitting on the floor, stroking Shadow's back
and said, "Nah, I was just remembering back to when I got Shadow for
Christmas, and how much my life has changed since then."  I crawled up off
the floor and looked at Blaine.  "I wasn't sure if you forgot I was here, or
what."

"No, believe me, I couldn't forget about you.  I just felt kinda scummy with
the pool water and the... the..."

"The cum stains?" I threw out.

"Yeah, the cum stains," Blaine repeated, blushing all over.  "Ah... we gotta
talk about all that," he said, extending his hand to help me up.

`Oh, oh,' I thought, `This is NOT good.  He's gonna tell me to stay away, I
know it.'


To Be Continued...