Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2011 07:45:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: harshawjub@yahoo.com
Subject: Dave's Story

This story is ficiton. The author neither endorses nor condon's the
behaviors within this story.

I normally write other types of fiction. An email friend sent me this story
as a fantasy and asked what I thought about his story. I agreed to "clean
it up". I hope I did an ok job... he liked it and wanted it posted here.
Let us know what you think. Harshawjub@yahoo.com.



Darin Mchugh lived alone. His wife of thirty years, had died suddenly,
three years past. One Saturday they were working their small garden. He had
gone into the garage for fertilizer. When he came back she was simply lying
there as if napping on the warm ground.

They had lived in that house for twenty years. No children, just the two of
them. She had done the gardening and he mowed the lawn.

She had been a librarian and he had delivered mail. Last year he had
retired. They had planned to travel. Darin only went shopping; when he had
to.

Their neighborhood was modest and quiet. Most residents had been here for
twenty years or more. They were congenial yet nobody seemed to be too
nosey.  Most of the children had grown and gone so the streets were
quiet. Only the occasional spitting of a lawnmower interrupted his
gardening.

The small back yard his wife had called "the garden", had gone unattended
after his wife's death. Since retiring he had revitalized the garden. The
only challenge was Bully. Bully liked to dig. Occasionally when Darin let
him out unattended he would come back with some garden plant or flower and
drop it at Darin's feet. Bully would smile as dogs sometimes do. Darin
would try to fuss but Bully's enthusiasm would not be diminished. They seem
to accept that Darin would garden and Bully would dig up the garden. It
kept them both occupied.

Darin and Bully had another connection. One night Darin was sitting at his
computer surfing the web and jerking off to porn. Most nights Bully would
simply lie on the floor and occasionally look up as his master masturbated.
That night, as Darin cam, Bully stood up and came to investigate.

Darin had his shorts down around his ankles. One hand full of cum, the
other reaching for tissue. He had paid no attention to Bully until he felt
a warm tongue lapping at the cum in hand. Darin jerked his hand away. As he
did, Bully began to lick at the cum in Darin's untrimmed pubes. Soon Darin
was feeling that warm wet tongue on his cock. He was becoming increasingly
aware of pleasant sensations focused on his groin. The warm wet tongue gave
an old man, new sensations. Without thinking Darin slid forward in his
chair in order to give Bullys tongue better access.  For Bully's part he
wasted no time in extracting any and all flavor from the entire area. In
fact he insistently nudged at Darin's balls to get even lower. When his
tongue snacked between Darin's butt cheeks, the old man moaned and slid
even further forward in his chair.

Bully begin probing the spicy scented area between his master's cheeks. He
found the flavor most enticing.

Darin was conflicted. Plus he had just cum. He pushed Bully's nose away and
stood. Bully bounced his nose against Darin's balls in an attempt to regain
access to the spicy flavored area.

The jar to his balls was not painful, but it got Darin's attention. To
avoid further contact to his balls he turned away from Bully and reached
down to pull up his shorts. This act only gave Bully uninhibited access.
His slobbering tongue went into overdrive.

To Darin's credit, he got his shorts in hand and was about to pull them up
when the tongue on asshole registered in his brain. It came as such a
shock, he rested his head on his computer desk and began to pant. Electric
sparks traveled from his ass to his brain via his cock. His brain became
confused, his cock began to re-inflate and his asshole pushed back trying
to increase the warm wet contact. His mouth just moaned.

He felt his asshole spasm against Bully's assault. Bully's tongue pressed
and was granted access. A tongue in his ass was an alien concept, except on
internet porn sites. Blindly Darin reached for his cock and began to stroke
it. Even though it had been only minutes before that he had shot a sizeable
load. He knew he was close to cumming again.

Bully's tongue was digging into his ass as if the dog was starving. In and
out, in and out, in rapid fire succession.

Darin was nearing a second cumming. He stood up, scooted his feet around
until he was facing Bully.

The dog was sitting on his haunches as it awaiting a treat. When he smelled
the precum coating Darin's cock he came forward and began licking. Darin,
close to cumming, released his cock in favor of Bully's ministrations. The
tongue felt better than his own all to familiar hand.

Darin was not disappointed. Bully's tongue felt like warm, wet velvet. The
more he licked, the more precum flowed. The more precum flowed the faster
Bully licked. The increasing cycle soon had Darin wrapped up in a mind
blowing orgasm.

Once he came Darin fell back into his chair. Bully continued to lick. Only
after Darin had pulled up his shorts and the interesting area was blocked
did Bully resume his place on the floor near his master's feet.

For long minutes afterward Darin could only focus on the mind blowing
orgasm. He let go the reflection when he admitted there was no experience
in his past that compared to what had happened in the last few minutes.

He saw Bully, in a different light.

Still slightly reeling from the mind blowing orgasm, he shut down his
computer and crawled into bed. Dog slobbers had dried and he tried to fall
asleep. Bully lay beside his bed on a braided rug. Just as he did every
night since Darin had brought him home as a puppy, two years ago.

Try as he might Darin could not sleep. His mind was reliving the entire
episode. His cock began once again to swell. He threw back the covers and
extracted his cock. As he slowly began to stroke, Bully got up and came to
the bedside.

Darin reached out his hand and scratched the dog behind his ears. Bully
looked from Darin's face to his cock and began to whine.

Darin turned onto his side and scooted toward the edge, where now, Bully
was now eagerly waiting. Both he and the dog were drooling in
anticipation. Before the cock was close enough he tried to get on the bed
to great it. Darin pushed him back and firmly said, "No".

Bully was crushed. His master forbade him having the wonderful flavors he
had just learned about. He rested on his haunches and whined. Once Darin
was sure he would Bully would be able to thoroughly lick his cock and
balls, he simply said, "Bully lick."

Bully was unsure of the new command, but he heard in his master's voice and
saw in his face, it was ok. Still he hesitated, until his master's voice
commanded, "Bully Lick!" That convinced him, he rose and proceeded to give
his master a superb licking. It took longer, this time. Still he received
the different flavored liquid at the end.

That night was the first of many. In fact it became a nightly ritual. Bully
learned the command, "Bully lick." Each time he heard it he began to
salivate. Dain learned a little peanut butter could be a great incentive
for Bully to lick no matter where it was applied.

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While the neighborhood was, for the most part, geriatric. There was an
exception. Megan, the next door neighbor. Megan's parents had bought the
house, when she was a child. Now, her father dead and her mother in a
nursing home, Megan lived there with her twelve year old son. The father
had disappeared before the boy was even born.

Now, she was on the phone. Her voice a little edgy and concerned. Megan
didn't like to impose.

She had been called in to work and needed a babysitter. The already
short-staffed hospital had several other nurses out with the flu.

Darin could hear young Johnnie, "I don't need a stupid babysitter! I'm
almost thirteen. I can watch myself."

Meg had covered the phone so what she said to Johnnie would not be heard.
Back on the line Darin assured her he would be glad to help out.

Meg asked if he would come over and watch Johnnie at their home. She wasn't
sure how long she would be needed and it might be all night.

Darin explained that he didn't trust Bully, his Boxer mix, alone. (A little
white lie. He just didn't like the idea of spending time in anyone's house
while they were gone.) He assured her that the two spare rooms were
available and there would be no problem with Johnnie spending the night. He
would be glad to watch Johnnie, at his house. Just as he and his wife had
babysat her, years before.

Even now Meg was hurriedly getting the things Johnnie might need. She had
not expected him to have leave the house. She told Darin, they would be
over in ten minutes.

Even as Darin answered the doorbell, he could hear Johnnie still trying to
convince his mother to let him stay home alone. He opened the door to find
Megan with an overnight bag and a more than hesitant Johnnie standing a
couple of steps behind his mother. He head tilted down so Darin was unable
to see his face.

This could be long night.

As Darin opened the screen door Dane dashed out to greet Johnnie. Darin
knew the dog loved the boy. Johnnie would often toss a tennis ball from his
backyard over the chain link fence into Darin's backyard. Bully was only to
happy to fetch and return the ball to Johnnie, then eagerly await another
toss. Impatient, the dog would bark to urge Johnnie to throw the ball. A
time or two Darin would stop his gardening to retrieve an errant
ball. After all it was exercise for Bully.

The few times Darin had to be out of town, he hired Johnnie to come over to
feed the dog and let him run around the backyard.

Even as he knelt to return the dog's enthusiastic welcome, Darin could
hear, "I told you mom, I'm too old to have a babysitter."

Darin, stepped out onto the porch and moved the ball cap back on Johnnie's
head. The boy, raised his head. His eyes held a pleading look.

Darin sighed.

"Well, Johnnie, you might be too old for a babysitter, but are you too old
to spend the night with a couple of friends? We could watch a movie, make
popcorn and order pizza. Does that sound like babysitting? Or maybe just a
good time with friends."

Then in a somewhat serious tone, "I gotta warn you. If you give Bully any
pizza, he sleeping in your room. Pizza gives him gas."

"Ewh, I'm glad you warned me." The scrunched up face melted into a killer
smile.

The deal was done.

Johnnie was a slim boy. His five foot frame already showed signs of muscle
development.  He was just shy of five feet with sandy blonde hair and brown
eyes. He was smaller than Darin thought a twelve year old should normally
be... but then his mother was only five foot two.

The two men and the dog entered the house after they watched Meg drive
away.

They ordered pizza and Johnnie chose a war movie from the Dvd's. Darin
stuck a bag of popcorn in the microwave and he settled in his recliner and
Johnnie on the couch.

At the ding Darin retrieved the popcorn and two cokes. Conversation soon
faded in favor of the action on the action on the screen. Pizza arrived and
eventually the movie ended and Johnnie was given a tooth brush and sent to
the bathroom. He came out a half hour later clad in the smallest pair of
boxers Darin had ever seen. He almost laughed at the sight of the
"miniature man" standing before him. He didn't fail to notice a treasure
trail leading from the navel to the boxer's waistband. Neither did Bully.
He moved to nudge and lick at the fly on Johnnie's boxers. Darin commanded,
"No! Then to Johnnie, "If he gets too friendly just say no."  Bully
noticeably withdrew at the command and looked at Johnnie. The reassuring
pat was all he needed.  He walked to a small rug and lay down.

Johnnie had selected a room and timidly asked, "Is it ok to let Bully sleep
in the room with me"?

"Yes, just leave your door open so if he needs to go out he can come get me
to let him do his business."

"Ok." Then to Bully, "c'mon boy, it's bedtime for us." Darin was glad there
was no argument on bedtime. The boy seemed to be well behaved.

The two moved down the hallway, then turned around and the boy said,
"Mr. Mchugh, thanks for letting me stay here. This is cool, just us guys."

Darin smiled and said, "It's always nice to have a friend stay over."

Darin watched the eleven o'clock news and then did a channel check on
history and national geographic and found a rerun of a man surviving
against the wilderness program. Near the end he caught himself nodding and
headed for bed.

He turned out the lights and headed to the bathroom and a warm shower.
Later, as he moved toward his bedroom with a towel wrapped around himself,
he heard soft, soothing chatter. The door to the boy's room was ajar. He
pushed to see if the boy was talking in his sleep... what he saw was
Johnnie on his knees sucking on Bully's engorged cock as the dog tried to
hump the boy's throat like a bitch.

The boys eyes met Darin's and the world seemed to stop...


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If I continue it will become my story... let me know what you think. Should
I continue? If you have similar tales let me know.