Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2002 09:35:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob M <sierboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rob's Life Chapter 5  "My Dog Skip"

Rob's Life Chapter 5 - "My Dog Skip"

AIM Nickname: Sierboy
Email Address: sierboy@yahoo.com

     I didn't know how popular my little series was until I
stopped writing it, and plenty of you wrote in to complain
or ask if everything was ok.  Well I appreciate the concern
but yes everything is ok.  But I mean I can't be writing
those little snippets of my life everyday.  I need some time
to fuck to myself you know.
     But I'm back and I'm boned even though I fucked like a
dog pretty much most of this weekend.  On Friday Kyle set me
up with someone, said it was a friend of a friend who worked
at Target.  Ok fine with me.  I've seen some seriously hot
dudes working in the local Target.  The last hot guy I saw
there was a very muscular bodybuilder-type guy who looked to
be in his early thirties, and ironically enough he may have
been gay.  He was with another guy in the store who was also
big, but didn't seem "fag".  I couldn't tell if they were
best friends looking for something that some buddy's wife
sent him looking for, or if they were decorating the new
home they just bought together.  They were looking at
pictures frames. and only gays look at pictures frames
normally.  But it was father's day this weekend, and since
no one knows what to buy their dad, most get frames, socks,
or ties.  Right? Everyone else just gets their dad jack
shit.
     He was very distracting, so distracting that I'd almost
rather write out a more complete description of him than
talk about who and how I fucked the day before.  I can get
off just looking at a muscular guy.  This bodybuilder guy
I've been talking to in New Mexico calls it "keeping a
trophy" but what can I say it's true.  Yeah Dylan you're
built too, but put on those extra pounds!
     Ok enough about muscle.
     Kyle called Skip for me and had him email me a picture.
Now I hate blind dates, and computer dates are just an
impossibility for me, because the guy is always a liar about
something, I know how it is.  Everyone lies about something
online, and some people lie about everything, so there was
no way I was going to meet some guy that was three friends
deep without a picture despite the fact that I knew he was a
submissive bottom guy.  There are some seriously
unattractive submissive guys and since I've had a lot of
them and I'm told I'm pretty good, I generally like a higher
quality.  Sorry to be so shallow, but I'm not going to lie
to you guys.
     So I get a picture of this guy, Skip.  Yeah I know, the
name alone scared me a little bit too.  Turns out Skip is 23
years-old, adorable as hell, skinny, and relatively muscular
for his size.  By that I mean he has a low bodyfat and
visible abs.  He's very smooth, with just the slightest hair
under his arms, and curly dark blond hair.  Even his nose is
cute.  I ok the picture and tell Kyle we're ok to meet.  And
I take Kyle with me on the date.  I mean if this guy Skip is
an idiot at least it won't be a totally wasted evening.
     We met up in the city at a pretty good but decently
cheap Italian place in SoHo with a fire blazing in a real
brick oven in the back of the place.  LOL I'm sure someone
somewhere reading this knows the place and is flipping out
right now.
     Unfortunately we had to wait forever for the wheat to
grow before they would cut it down and grind it into pasta.
I don't think I've ever waited so long to be served.  I
needed to shave by the time we left the place.
     But it turns out Skip is a pretty cool guy, and we all
got along pretty good.  He's actually a little more
submissive than I like a guy to be.  MORE SUBMISSIVE?! But
Rob how can that be? Well I mean if a guy is waiting for me
to pick out what he wears everyday, that's too submissive.
Not that I'm shy about what I want or my advice, and if Kyle
or Billy put on something that's horrendous then I just tell
them "You really don't look good in that." And they get the
hint, they're not stupid, but if I had to pick out what they
wore on a daily basis it would be a chore.  Why not cut
their meat for them too? My guys know that if I want control
of some aspect of their lives I take it, but if I don't then
it means I don't want it or I don't care.
     So Skip is cute and very submissive, and wouldn't mind
being a boyfriend in the situation that Kyle and I outlined
to him.  He was really cool about it.  He would be honored
to serve.
     I kind of knew all that already, because the whole
reason we had even been introduced was because friends in
common knew the traits that we had in common, or more
correctly in opposition I suppose.
     I grabbed Skips hand under the table and laid it on my
crotch where he played with my lump pretty much throughout
the whole dinner while Kyle sat opposite us and just smiled.
I knew he was happy.
     Billy and Kyle amaze me almost daily when they take
such simple pleasure in making me happy.
     I told Kyle and Skip that I wanted to try him out at
home or else he was going to make me drop a nut in the
restaurant.  I even slipped a hand into the waistband of his
underwear which turned out to be a jock! I guess he was told
beforehand by Kyle what I liked.  In fact when I realized
what it was when I slipped my hand in there, Skip asked me,
"Do you like what you feel?" as my face lit up with surprise
and Kyle started to giggle.
     I said, "I feel what I like." and Skip leaned over and
gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, but as he pulled away he
let his tongue linger a bit and licked me.  It was
different, and throughout the whole meal as I listened to
the things Skip was talking about I kept thinking how much
I'd love to feel those lips on my dick.
     Kyle drove home, but I told them that I really didn't
want to wait until we were home, so Skip and I got into the
back of Kyle's Jeep and began kissing.  His shirt
disappeared really fast, and he sat on my lap facing me,
straddling me, he kept putting his hands down my pants,
while I had my hands so far down the ass of his pants, that
his ass was completely exposed.  I had him suck my index and
middle fingers, thoroughly soaking them in spit before I
began to ply them into his exposed hole.  As I began to play
with him he laughed and then eventually began moaning his
breathe into me, while we continued to kiss and he continued
to try to work my dick free.  It wasn't that long before he
was begging me to fuck him, and loudly at that, to the
embarrassment of Kyle who got looks from everyone stopped
next to him at what I'm sure were too many red lights.  I
didn't observe any of this, I was concerned about marking
new territory at the time, but Kyle told me that later.
     He slid over on the seat and let me continue to finger
his hole while he eventually took the head of my dick in his
mouth and began giving me the usual bobble head blowjob.  He
was very good, and just as we were arriving home I told him
I was about to cum, and he pulled off me.
     "Get back down there and finish the job," I told him.
He didn't want to.  It wasn't safe.
     "Do you plan on getting fucked in a little bit?" I
asked.
     "Yes."
     "With a condom?"
     "Of course. I'm always safe."
     "Anal sex with a condom is riskier than taking a load
in your mouth.  So get back to work." Then I spanked his ass
pretty hard and splayed my fingers out in his ass, working
him roughly now.
     He quickly went back to work  and it took a while
because he had to work me up a bit again, but soon enough my
load was dripping down my rod, and I had to smack him in the
back of the head to get him to eat it.
     "Just fucking eat it, don't be a pussy and make a mess
in Kyle's car."
     Kyle meanwhile had stopped the car and was leaning over
from the front kissing me while Skip worked extra hard to
clean up my dick.
     "My dick better be fucking spotless when you're done,"
I said in between kisses.  "Fucking Dog." I added.

OK that's enough for today.  After all I write these while
I'm at work, and now I have to get back to work.  I'll write
more tomorrow.

Later dudes,
Rob