Date: Thu, 14 Jun 2007 12:22:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: bryan m <farmlandbb3@yahoo.com>
Subject: Skyscraper Guy III  - Workin the Beast Business

So now its official.  I just became a whore.  I just
accepted money for doing it with a guy's dog.  Not
just him, and not just with his dog. Both.  So I
worked hard for my money.  Pretty good money, though.
My family is not poor, but I have a lot of brother's
and sisters.  College costs, and there are several in
good schools ahead of me.  Mine is a really good
private one, costs even more than theirs, so I have to
be creative about finance.  I mean, I have some real
good scholarships, but they expect me to supplement my
scholarships with work.

I'll bet this wasn't on their list of accepted
professions.  But it was relatively fast, my working
uniform didn't cost me anything cuz I got it free at
birth, and I had a pretty good time.  Not great, but
not at all bad.  Well I did have kind of a uniform, I
did wear a mask when he took the pictures.  I don't
want my face posted all over the internet with a big
grin plastered on my face and a big dog sprawled
across my back.  He has a full on picture of me on all
fours, smiling and taking it from his doggy dude.  But
you can't see the smile because of the mask.  Can't
see my face, either, and thats a good thing.  I am the
Martha Stewart of zoo boys.

I wonder if this will become a kinda frequent thing?
I met this guy through the dude who likes
skyscrapering. I wouldn't do it in front of the
windows again and said that I wouldn't even if he paid
me $10,000. He must of realized I meant it, cuz he and
I do the deed, and his dog and I have tossed my salad
a couple of times, but in the privacy of the kitchen,
where no one can really see. So, he wasn't gonna pay
me that, but it must have set his mind to work
thinking "well, he might not make a display piece of
himself for $10,000, but maybe he would do other stuff
for less".  Turns out I will.

A couple of weeks ago he introduces me to a friend of
his - married, fortyish lawyer who lives in the suburb
next over from mine.  They don't know that cuz they
don't know where I live.  Lawyer has two children and
a wife, so bringing his boyfriend home is not an
option.  They meet at the boyfriend's place at lunch
or on some nights during the week.  Works well.  But
this lawyer has another interest - one which I can
satisfy, apparently. One which his boyfriend won't.
He likes watching boys do it with dogs.  He met my Mr.
Skyscraper in a zoo chat room, or maybe that beast
dating place on the internet. Somewhere. They've done
it as a three some (my guy, the lawyer, and the dog) a
couple of times.  Mr. S has some photos of me bare
assed, on all fours, my ass exposed and looking over
my shoulder with a cheerful "climb aboard" smile or on
my back with my legs up and the same smile. They are
on the wall in the bedroom.  The lawyer guy was
interested, and even obsessed, maybe. He hounded and
hounded my friend, you might say. He wants to meet me.
So the three of us meet and have dinner.

Then there is a second 3 some.  My guy, the lawyer,
and me.  It was pretty hot.  I like dick at either end
at the same time.  They could both fuck pretty good
and my throat was stretched and my ass was full. You
know how your eyes begin to cross when a big one gets
way down your throat and the guy attached to it won't
let you off it for a second or two, so your throat
spasms and your nose runs, and you gag? What could be
better than that, right?   Well, if you wiggle your
hips, push your ass back into the fucking and let the
guy up your ass in as deep as he can go, its intense.
We spent a long time on round one.  Then I lounged
around naked trying to cadge a drink or two to get
loose for round 2.

My guy and the lawyer went off to the living room and
you could here them arguing.  Didn't get it all but
part of it was the lawyer wanting to see me do it with
the big pup.  My guy is not letting it happen.  He is
still trying to keep me on a short leash and make me
agree to be a window display.

So back they come, with a couple of dildos, and they
work me over pretty good.  I don't get any drinks, so
I am sober.  I may not be as loose as I might, but I
will remember all of this in the morning, for sure.

Somehow the lawyer gets my cell number out of my guy.
He starts calling me.  He has a dog that isn't fixed,
has been trained to make guys happy, and he wants to
meet me for a session. Surprise, huh, zoo guy with dog
and an interest in watching and sharing with an other
guy? Who wudda thought it?  He sounds a bit like he
might start stalking me, so I am not gonna do it
without some  more re-assurances.  I say no.  He says
please, please please.  I say no.  He suggests money
could be part of the picture.  I say no.  I am
actually kinda put out.  What made him think I am a
whore?  I am kinda curious. Does the wife use the dog
too?

So we don't communicate for awhile.  Then I need new
tires for my car, I need to pay registration fees for
school, I need a new muffler, I need, I need, I need.
My life guarding money is gone, gone, gone.  And my
parents haven't got any to give me.

In my own defense I will say I resisted for over two
weeks. But I was about to lose my job because getting
there by bus is so fuckn slow and unreliable.

So I call him.  I have read the adverts in the M4M
section of cruising for sex, and gotten a price
range.I tell him I will do what he wants, but only for
a good price.  He agrees to my price without a
second's hesitation. I should have asked for more, for
sure.  But I was $100.00 an hour over the average
asking price for a handsome guy with a good body and
good face shot in some big place like L.A. or New York
or Seattle, or Las Vegas.  I thought I was being
savvy. Should have remembered that I am a specialty
act and doing two for not so much more than the price
of one, I guess.

We agree to meet.  I have to cut class to do this, cuz
he can't take me home.  We meet at a motel in a scuzzy
part of town.  When I knock on the door it comes open.
He is wearing his boxers, watching ESPN, and looking
eager.  There is lube on the table, a big dildo, and a
dog collar.  The door to the bathroom is closed.  I'll
bet thats where my doggy boyfriend is.

He tells me to close the door, switches on some music,
turns it up a bit and says "strip, kid".  I start
swiveling my hips, throw my baseball hat on the other
bed, pull my t-shirt over my head, and unbutton the
second and third buttons of my jeans.  Since the first
one is open - I thought that was real sexy - my jeans
drop right to the floor and I step out of my shoes ( I
have a swimmer's build so my hips are real narrow and
I am flat back to front. Useful at a time like this. I
dance around, shaking my ass and playing pussy boy.
He likes this. He tells me to kneel.  I do.  He puts
the dog collar on me, and shoves his dick in my mouth.
 I make some muffled choking cuz he goes right on down
to the base.  I do my thing for awhile.  I like it
when spit and pre-cum run down my cheeks and and chin.
 This is clearly a no tell motel and there are bad
mirrors everywhere. I peer out of the corner of my eye
and watch me get faced fucked.  My boner is standing
to attention and my cheeks and chin are really shiny
from the spit and pre-cum.  This makes me hot.

Then he puts me chest down on the bed and starts
lubing me up.  When my ass is so lubed and slick you
could float a boat, he tells me to wait right there.
I do. He sprays a real nice, expensive smelling
cologne on my ass and crack.

He goes and opens the bathroom door.  I was right -
here comes Romeo.  Except he is a pitt bull.  I know,
I know, in beast stories its always a pitt bull or
rottweiler, so I am supposed to be really hotted up.
But my dog is a Bernese Mountain dog, and I am a
Bernese bitch cuz that is the kinda dog I like.  This
guy is really ugly, and mean looking. Turns out he is
sweet as pie.  Like me, he is only around for sex.  So
he behaves really well. Except he slobbers a bit on my
back. My advice, never slobber on your partner while
fucking him.  Before, maybe, but not during.

He comes over and starts slobbering on my ass and
legs. He pushes his muzzle against my crack - hard. He
keeps doing this, and the bed is making creaking
noises as my face and hips get pushed against the
mattress. Clearly he likes this.  The lawyer tells him
to lick me. He starts licking and snuffling.  I am
already hard, but this helps me stay that way.  Lawyer
slides a mask over my head and takes out a digital
camera.  Starts making a movie.

Then its time for the main event.  The dog is up and
on me. The lawyer lets him screw my crack for awhile,
filming all the while as the dog dances back and forth
on his hind legs.  Then the lawyer guides it in.  My
eyes roll back in my head with pain for a moment. But
I begin to recover. It feels much sexier. The walls
here are so thin that if I scream I am sure I would
blow out the one in front of me and bring the entire
motel running.  And it starts to feel pretty damm
good.

But the guy wants to watch for awhile.  So he uses his
hand to keep the knot from going in.  I am getting
humped and humped and humped. At first this is great,
cuz its a great fucking, but then I get a bit sore.
With a camera about 6 inches from my body I am sure
you will be able to hear me moan with pleasure and
yelp with pain.  He moves the camera around from point
to point. Tells me to beg for it.  I do.  I beg the
dog to fuck me, just like in the porns. The dog is
already fucking me, but I beg anyway. After all, I am
on salary here.  Finally the guy must squeeze him or
something cuz the Pittbull, he lets loose on me and
reaches orgasm.  I am slimy with the stuff.

Then he tells me to stay where I am, puts the pittbull
back in the bathroom, comes back, condoms us and
mounts me.  He goes where his dog has just gone
before. I become sloppy seconds. Fucks me hard. Its a
bit painful, he has no style this evening.  He was
good at the three some, but this evening he just
pounds me. Not bad, but not sexy.  I lie there and
take it.  Then its over.

I slide to the floor.  He tells me he needs to go in
about an hour.  Asks me to get up on the bed.  I do.
He blows me till I cum.  Then we sort of cuddle and
watch TV. He has to go.  I have to be gone first, so I
get dressed, take the money off the dresser, and
leave.

Now I am feeling really conflicted.  I can get tires,
I can get the muffler, I can pay registration fees,
and I can get some other stuff.  But.  And, he asked
me if I minded if he would give my first name and cell
number to some guys he knows who also have the need.
I say I'll think about it.  But we arrange a second
session for the 3 of us for two weeks from now.  Same
motel, same cast of characters.

I'll need to think about this.  If there are other
offers, do I take them?  Do I use this to supplement
my income from my other jobs?  A friend of mine is
already a whore for just humans.  Should I limit my
practice? He showed me Aaron Lawrence's book.  I
apparently should declare income from even a sideline
like this to the IRS.  Scary.

Its late afternoon, and I have a lot of work ahead of
me this evening.  And a real sore ass. And no one to
talk to about the particulars of this branch of the
world's oldest profession.

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comments, criticisms, suggestions, remarks? Like to
hear them.  B