Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2007 15:33:03 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Sabu and Pup part two

This is a work of fiction.  I am not blind and there is no Sabu.  There is
no intention to defame a nationality, group of disabled people or any other
entity.  If stories about men having sex with dogs and other males offend,
please go elsewhere.  As I often do, I try picturing meeting a particular
person or being in a special place when I first create the outline for a
story.  Hope you recognize yourself, no one else will.  Feel free to
contact me at cbru49@gmail.com.


Sabu and Pup


The young man in front of me was struggling to suck my cock when I saw that
Sabu was now moving slower, a sign that he had managed to get his knot in
the hole.  As the pup gasped I unconsciously slid my dick into his spasming
throat and began bouncing my balls against his chin.  It's a picture I wish
I could see, Sabu dominating a young man and my cock spearing his throat.
Those muscles had obviously been used on a cock before and couldn't have
pleased me more.  It was only as Sabu turned his ass to our young conquest
that I gave him the human load he was working hard to have match the dog
load spurting in his ass.  Not only do I wish I could see that picture, but
I also wish I could once again experience Sabu mounting me.

When I returned to my computer I had an e-mail from the pup.  He said I can
give him a fictitious name if I liked.  So Ike it is.  I had promised him
that I wouldn't tell much more that happened in the Radison, but after
reading the first part of the story he released me from any promises,it was
too disjointed to please him.  I have the feeling he enjoyed being the
center of attention that having someone write about him guarantees.  That's
okay, I enjoy being the center of attention that Sabu guartantees me when
we travel to meet innocent (compared to me) partners.

After Ike took the first loads of cum from both of our cocks I knew that he
was willing to try anything I told him to do.  Having aged some since the
first times I enjoyed sex with another I need some time to get
reinvigorated and recharge my balls.  That doesn't mean that there aren't
things I can have a new partner doing to please me and Sabu.  One of those
things is shrimping.  Ike had just slid off of Sabu's knot and was saying
he needed to go to the bathroom when I sat on the corner of the sofa and
told him to lower his head to the floor and keep his butt raised.  In that
position most guys that had been filled with dog cum after resting from a
full colonic were able to hold it in.  But there were two other reasons for
his position, too.  Sabu would enjoy cleaning up the mess and I wanted to
enjoy Ike's mouth sucking my toes and his tongue washing the space between
them.

Ike was ready to move from my left foot to the right when I told Sabu to
'lick', he will clean his own dick before trying to close up the gaping
hole of his new bitches when it is just three of us.  If there is another
dog around he acts on instinct and works the bitchboi with his tongue
before the other dog can ever try mounting him.  Whether it is a sign of
canine dominance or homosexuality I don't know, but Sabu has been known to
wait for a second stud to mount the bitch and then try mounting him.  I've
been told by the boi on the bottom that it is an interesting phenomenom,
having two humping dogs on one's back at the same time.  I can't see much
of it when it happens, but I certainly can hear the noise; a stud getting
screwed when attempting to fuck a bitch will snap and growl at Sabu much
like any other rape victim.

Through our correspondence Ike and I had come to an agreement that I was
allowed to try taking him further than he had ever gone sexually.  What did
that mean?  I wouldn't promise him any guidance on where or what he would
be doing.  Most of the action would involve Sabu since that was why Ike had
agreed to meet with me.  He didn't know that much of what I like has
nothing to do with my dog, but he had agreed that he would like to
experience more than his friends had tried to teach him.

He had already gone further than he thought he'd be able, by taking the
elusive knot.  I'd met other guys like Ike, guys that said they want to
take the knot but freeze or clench their asses tighter than the pope's fist
when presented with the possibility.  I expected that Ike would freeze the
next time Sabu attempted mounting him, but if I was able to get him past
the fear one more time he wouldn't have any more trouble when they spent
their thirty-six hours alone.  I kept Ike with his ass in the air and his
mouth on my feet until my cock was once again throbbing.  Even though I
enjoy giving Sabu a blow job, I was willing to allow Ike to treat Sabu to a
new mouth.  What I had in mind was not only having the pup sucking dog dick
but also pur balls.

Ike had taken the beginning of an erection that poked from Sabu's sheath
into his mouth and was giving me a stroke by stroke description of how it
was enlarging and how it tasted.  Following his voice I joined them on the
floor, standing behind Sabu I gently turned Ike's head from the dog's dick
to my balls and then pressed it back between Sabu's legs to his balls. For
five or ten minutes I guided him back and forth between our balls, enjoying
not only the worship but the fact he was being forced to please me and the
running commentary on the difference between human and canine tastes.  Like
I'd done to Ike, I keep my balls and Sabu's clean shaven so we can enjoy
every bump and touch of an adoring tongue.

When I let Ike go back to sucking Sabu's dick it took him thirty secondss
to get him fully engorged, again.  It was at that moment that I took Ike
one more step on the road to dog slave.  Holding the hair on the back of
his neck I poked my cock at the mouth wrapped around Sabu's dick until Ike
spread his lips enough for me to slide in next to my companion.  I had
never experienced anything like it before and the idea of sharing the bitch
boi's mouth with Sabu made me want to share more.  A cushion from the sofa
tossed on the floor raised me enough to do what I hoped would be a treat
for all three of us.

There was no need to lubricate Ike, between the dog's cum and tongue he was
plenty wet enough to sit on my dick and take it to the balls.  That in
itself is a treat, as most guys that try sitting on my dick whimper and
moan as they struggle to work their way down, noises I don't enjoy hearing
when I'm fucking.  Sabu did not like being left out of the action, for the
first few minutes he lapped at my balls.  If it hadn't been the second load
building I would have lost it at that time, instead I laid back on the
cushion and enjoyed the two working on me.

Ike had been bouncing up and down like a nymphette when I reached behind
him and found I was going to be able to push two or three fingers in on top
of my dick.  That is exactly what I wanted to know and hoped would be the
case.  After letting Sabu lick my fingers off I gave him the order to mount
the butt in front of him.  I worried that he would hurt either Ike or I,
but I was willing to risk the slight possibility.  He was wrapped around
Ike and I was unable to feel his dick doing more than poking at my nuts.  I
stretched around to my right and guided Sabu to the barely perceptable hole
that awaited him.  When he first felt the second dick pressing against the
rim of his ass he drew himself up, that gave me room to hold the two dicks
together so that when he started to lower himself again both Sabu and I
found out what it was like to squeeze in an ass together.

I was more grateful for the young pup at that moment than I've felt towards
a human since the couple had agreed to train Sabu to be my guide dog.
Having the hard silky dog dick rubbing tightly against mine as Sabu humped
Ike was unbear-ably erotic and I was soon shooting what seemed like an
unending stream of cum not only into Ike but on Sabu's dick.  He might have
been ready to shoot or the feel of me shooting may have triggered him, but
when I grabbed his knot I felt what must have been cups of dog cum rushing
along the shaft of my cock and splashing the tip.

The weight of Ike and Sabu pressing down on me was too much.  Ike was still
spurting his hot fluid on my dick when I began pissing.  I don't know what
caused it, but at that same time Ike uncorked his first load of thick cum
between our stomachs.  I hadn't let Sabu knot with Ike, even a boy that
allows himself to be fisted is not really ready for my dick and Sabu's
knot. The dog pulled out first, when I shrank back to my flacid six inches
I let my cock slide out and told Ike to lick my stomach clean.  It might
have been an unnecessary order, the pup was already on his knees licking
piss and cum off my dick and balls, but I wanted to leave that treat for
Sabu.  My companion would feel left out if he wasn't allowed to clean up my
dick and balls, it was a regular part of our sessions that we both enjoy.

I had met Ike less than two hours previously and already he had drawn two
loads of cum out of my balls and two out of Sabu, we needed a
rest. Although Sabu and I had walked along the lake I wanted to take Ike
with us so I could get a word picture of where I was walking.  We followed
a set of steps down to a paved walkway while Ike tried describing the view
of the lake, the bridge that spanned the lake behind us (it's called the
Congress St. bridge and is home to one of the largest bat colonies in
Texas, a spectacular sight that draws tourists to the bridge in the
evening).  Ike was happier than I'd heard him since he first wrote me about
one of my stories. He rattled on about the Caladiums along the lake, the
skuls and canoes being rowed back and forth by young men and women for the
University of Texas and the Austin Rowing club.

Perhaps every fifty yards or so he would describe a particularly stunning
runner that sped past us or a bike rider that showed a tight ass in his
bent over position.  I was enjoying myself and was glad that Ike was such
an aficienado of the male body, I'm certain he exagerated some of his
comments (how could he have known the length of their hard dicks and the
amount of hair or lack of it they had around their balls?) Still it was
nice having someone remind me what it was like to look at a man and desire
him, most of my friends that felt that way when younger have either moved
away or died.  The afternoon was warm, probably high eighties or ninety,
humid and breezeless.  Ike had fallen into a nicely sub-servient position
and asked to be permitted to remove his shirt.  If I could have enjoyed it
I would have given him permission to remove his shorts and walk along the
path naked, as it was I was able to run my left hand over his naked back
and chest when he let me know there weren't any runners or bikers in the
vicinity.

We were standing on a bridge that spanned a shallow creek, Ike was
describing the fish, turtles and ducks that floated and swam in the water
when I got the indecent desire to finger him.  At first I asked if there
were any bystanders or runners around, but as I went from one finger to two
to three and finally four I cared less and less about the possibility that
we might be seen.  With my fingers sliding in and out I could tell that Ike
would do whatever I wanted and the desire to have him drop to his knees and
rim me right there grew until there was nothing I could do but make it
happen.

I was slightly bent over the railing with Ike holding my cheeks apart and
probing me with his tongue when I heard the first runner approaching.  I
don't know if Ike didn't hear him or didn't care, but he kept doing as I
had told him and was working his way further in when the body raced past
us.  It was a man that swore lightly about what the world was coming to.
Ike didn't stop rimming me.  I heard a herd of young people running on the
path and decided that we needed to halt what we were doing or move to a
more secluded place.  I was still fastening my belt when they ran by us
calling out their cadence in answer to the call of a leader.  From Ike's
description I was led to believe they were a ROTC squad following a
commander, but he didn't know and I wasn't going to ask.

We walked along for another half hour, the sun was setting and the
mosquitos were starting to swarm.  Ike was pleasant if not effusive in
telling me about the sunset, but I could tell there was something else on
his mind and when he said there was a small dock that had once been
connected to a pontoon bridge across the lake to our left I suggested that
we take a break.  I not only wanted to know what was bothering him, but I
also was feeling the need to piss and hoped the dock would be secluded
enough that I could use Ike's eager mouth as my urinal.

By that time Sabu was tired walking and once we were on the dock began
pushing at my leg which was an untrained signal on his part that he wanted
me to allow him a break.  The trainers had believed that my days with Sabu
would be less strenuous, but I had days like this where I insisted the two
of us walk for hours.  I might be legally handicapped, but I'm not going to
allow my body to fail me like my eyes have.  I asked Ike to hold on to my
arm so Sabu could lay on the wooden dock for a while.  As he described what
surrounded us Ike seemed to relax again and I choose to believe that I had
mistaken his earlier reticence for displeasure.  I let him lead us to a
spot where he believed he would not be seen and once more ordered him to
his knees.

He swore there was nobody around, but I felt another presence.  Instead of
allowing my shorts to fall to the dock I held them in one hand as I sprayed
a strong hot stream of piss at the place where I assumed his face to be.
Either I misjudged the distance or he had moved closer.  Along with the
gurgling coming out of his throat I felt a backsplash as piss bounced off
his face and hit my hand, legs and shorts.  The tea I had drank on the
airplane and the beer I had in the bar were still flowing through me when I
heard a whisper, "he really is drinking the man's piss, isn't he?"  I
couldn't be sure where the voice had originated, but it seemed to be
floating over the water.  Unknown to the guys that were watching us or Ike
I had just fulfilled one of my longest held fan-tasies, drenching a man's
face and chest while someone spied on me.  If it had been private property
I would have ordered Ike to suck on Sabu, but being as we were in a
municipal park I decided to be smart.

After Sabu licked the piss from my hand and legs we started back to the
hotel to change for dinner.  As much as I might have wanted to abuse Ike
all night and the next morning I had to refrain so there were at least a
few gobs of cum left in my balls for the man and dog that I had agreed to
meet at eleven P.M. in the hotel lobby.  Dinner was pleasant as Ike
confided more of his secret desires and I looked forward to a weekend on my
hands and knees servicing a dog and his companion.

I had set my shaving kit by the door and was enjoying Ike and Sabu when my
watch alarm let me know that I had fifteen minutes to make my way
downstairs.  I had intentionally given myself that amount of time, because
I wanted to entice Sabu onto Ike's back and let him knot with his weekend
bitch before I left the room.  Ike seemed to know that something had
changed and was tensing up as Sabu jumped on.  There wasn't much I could do
to change matters, but squeezing his balls in one hand changed his focus.
The pain I was causing drew his attention away from the knot pounding
against his ass and before he knew what happened he was Sabu's property.  I
wished them a good weekend and backtracked the twenty steps to the
elevator.  Withour Sabu I am pretty helpless in finding my way, but I had
only taken two steps out of the car when I was greeted by the voice I had
come to recognize as one that belonged to a man that might become my
master.