Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2007 10:41:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: doned88 <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Secret Pet

THE OTHER SIDE

Our city is like any other I guess. What you see is not all that goes on.
Inside the homes, the living rooms, the kitchens and yes the bedrooms,
there are often much different aspects to one's life that surface not
visible elsewhere.

I found this to be true early in life thanks to delivering newspapers at
5 am. Through the windows of the neighborhood I worked in I saw old man
Crannal wearing women's' clothes. I saw his wife watching him dancing
in them too. For some reason I didn't tell anyone not even my friend
Kurt who I usually told everything.

But I didn't really tell Kurt everything.

Macintosh played the bagpipes. Of course everyone knew that. He performed
at the celebrations we had every year, he played the pipes by himself in
the parks on weekends and contributed his soulful sounds to funerals
invited or not. But I saw him playing the bagpipes in his house wandering
around naked sometimes and at other times wearing only his kilts.

Wearing Kilts wasn't a surprise of course. A lot of us in that town wore
them because many were of Scottish decent.

My name is Jeffrey Peter Mac Thomas so you know my family wore them too.
The first time I wore them was the first time I was standing with my
father, both of us totally naked. He was going to instruct me the right
way to wear the clothing of our ancestors, he said. So as a teenager
usually afraid to be naked in front of anyone, I stood there totally bare
ass.

"You look good son" he said. I blushed realizing Dad hadn't seen me
that way since I was a little kid.

I put on the various items and when it was time for the kilt I saw my
father put it on without any underwear. Now we had joked about men being
naked underneath the kilts but I thought it was a joke.  I put mine on
and had a problem.

"Maybe you need to wear some underwear then" Dad said seeing my cock
had hardened and tented out the kilts. Now they're plaid and pleated but
even so my cock jutted out so far that it was obvious.

I blushed and apologized.

"Don't apologized there are women who will be very grateful my boy has
a penis that hard and big. You just need time to learn to control it."
He was smiling and I could tell he wasn't making fun of me, he seemed
proud instead.

So I wore underwear then. As I grew older, however, I wore the kilts the
right way to my sister's wedding.  And I liked wearing them.

In fact I kept them on later playing touch football with my friends.
Shirtless and wearing a skirt, as my friends accused me of, I played the
game feeling almost naked. Kurt and other friends who would flip up the
back revealing my bare butt as they laughed.

Back to the secrets of others. I saw Kurt's Dad beating him one time
through a window. It was early in the morning, so I suspected it had been
going on all night long. I wanted to burst into the house and interfere
but I knew I couldn't.  Instead I asked Kurt if he was alright. He asked
me why I asked. Fortunately there was a bruise on his arm so I didn't
admit I had seen his abuse.

Then there was Beatrice Alwine. She was a single, divorced woman. And she
was attractive. She was also the first real woman whose bare breasts I
had seen. And that, I did tell my friends about. And not surprisingly
some of them showed up at 5:30 or 6 am one day to see for themselves.
Unfortunately she wasn't revealing her breasts that morning. But we did
see the father of another one of my friends, Ryan there inside her house.
We all acted like he must have been there to help her with some household
problem. But we knew better and never mentioned it again.

"Come in honey" she had said to me when I was collecting. And as she
busied herself in the house getting her wallet, her robe seemed to open
letting her bare naked body be in full view. She apologized but didn't
close the robe. "I love you young people" she said. But I didn't take
the bait. I just thanked her and left hearing her "Come back when you
have more time".

So I learned early that people, perhaps everyone, had bedroom secrets and
it was no big deal.

I too had one or two secrets I guessed. Masturbating in my bedroom seemed
like a secret. I knew all the guys did it, perhaps as much if not more
then I did. But for some reason it was a secret we rarely talked about.

Another secret I had was wrestling naked. I loved doing it but not with
Kurt or other guys. I wrestled with my two Irish Setters, Bono and Bosco.
In fact there's a photo on the wall of my parents bedroom of me as a
little kid, naked and in a pile with them.  I didn't think they knew I
continued to play with my dogs this way.

As puberty enticed me, my play included touching the two things we three
shared, our cocks and balls. But I was just exploring. And even felt
their tongues on my body parts giving me pleasurable sensations that made
me feel guilty. I never told anyone about that then.

But Kurt and I jacked off together now and then sharing that secret. It
made it ok to do somehow. And the image of Kurt naked and hard in my head
when I jacked off by myself didn't bother me.

By the time I left the protected world of High School, I anticipated that
I might be bisexual. It was more of a curiosity then a fear. In fact
sometimes I even thought I might turn out to be gay. Again it didn't
bother me. I was a bit naive I guess about what it might mean in later
life.

I was 18 when I began to learn even more about that and myself. I had a
year to recover from the constraints of my teenage years.  I'd be going
to college the following year but would work, play and adjust as my
parents called it, to real life.

"If you're going to take life seriously, you need to take your
education seriously." My Dad said "So taking a year off is a good
idea"

It was my idea. I wanted to go to Scotland with my parents in the fall.
And working at MacIntosh's hardware store would give me enough money to
live on, play with and spend.

Kurt wasn't sure he was going to college at all. He started talking
about the Navy a lot but didn't seem ready to go. I think the fact I was
still around stalled that decision. We spent even more time together
going to the beach, movies, hiking and camping even double dating once in
awhile. But the girls would get pissed at us cause we had more fun with
each other then them.

About my name. I hate the name Jeffrey.  My middle name is Peter, that's
important as you'll find out and my last name, well I told you that
already.

My friends call me MAC which made me feel masculine in the all important
to be masculine high school environment. My Dad calls me Jeff which is ok
and my Mom and her female relatives seemed to turn my name into a three
syllable version of Jeff-er-ry which is like sandpaper on my spine. I've
never gotten used to it.

When Kurt would bound into the hardware store yelling out MAC, my boss
would answer of course and that was funny the entire time.

McIntosh, my boss owned the hardware store as I mentioned. He never
brought his bagpipes to work, thank goodness. He knew how to appease our
customers. In fact he said pleasing our customers was the secret to his
success despite the Home Depot and other competition.

"We have to charge a bit more, but we make sure our customers know what
to use, how to use it and we'll even help them." He told me when I
began the job.  I liked that about him and learned as much as I could so
I could be as helpful as he was.

I guess that's why he asked me to work full time after I graduated High
School.  My Dad had taught me to be pretty handy around the house, so
basic plumbing, carpentry and fix it things I knew about^Åand better yet,
enjoyed.

"Jeff, Carson Miller needs ^Å." He gave me the order and I drove my old
jeep across town to deliver the items. It seems Mr. Miller was in the
middle of fixing a leak and couldn't leave.

I knocked on the door to his house and heard him yell for me to come in.
I found the man on his hands and knees under the sink. There were tools,
pipes and junk around.

"Fucking leak won't stop" he said. I suggested turning off the main
line and he asked me if I knew where it was.

"I'll find it" I said and went into the back yard to find it. I
noticed the man had a large doghouse and a chain connected to a tree. But
there was no dog anywhere.

"You're pretty handy" he said as he emerged wet from where he had been
plugging the leak. "I although I could fix it without shutting it down"
he explained.

I figured he might be embarrassed about the simple fix to his problem so
I changed the subject.

By then I noticed a large dog basket in the side of the room as well.

"I see you have dogs" I said

He smiled "yea kind of large ones"

I went on about my two dogs, Bosco and Bono and how I played with them
since I was a kid. I didn't mention how I loved wrestling naked with
them however.

"When I'm with them, I almost feel like a dog" I said.

"Does that excite you?" Miller asked me. I didn't know how to answer
without revealing something to a stranger I didn't want to reveal.

"Uh well it's fun, kind of free, you know, you don't think about the
things that humans have to worry about, all you have to do is eat, play,
be petted and pee" I said hearing myself verbalize things I hadn't said
before.

"Well you'll have to come back and be my doggie, Pettie" he said
stunning me.

"How did you know my name was Pete?" I asked.

"Well you told me earlier I think" he said "maybe Mac told me" he
added.

I realized he was nearly naked standing there. There were streaks of dirt
or grease across his hairy chest and stomach. He wore a ripped pair of
gym shorts with the word NAVY on one leg. When he bent over I saw his
balls drop out. It excited me. My cock had a mind of it's own like when
I was a teenager..or a younger teenager.

"Uh yea cool, I have to get back before Mac starts playing those pipes"
I said.

He laughed. "You know Mac better then I thought you did" he said "he
knows my secrets as well, we've been buddies since the Navy" Carson
threw his arm across my shoulder as he walked me to the front door.

"He was in the Navy?" I asked

"Uh no but we met when I was" He said "Listen I could use your help
with stuff around here, think Mac can spare you some afternoon?"

"I guess so, I'd like to" Again my mind didn't think things through.

He slid his hand through the tank top I wore and patted my bare chest. It
was an odd thing to do but I liked it and my cock seemed to like it as
well.

Dad and Mom went on vacation and I thought Kurt and I'd be hanging out
but he didn't seem to be around as much. So I became the working man
going home, having dinner and watching TV except when I stripped naked to
wrestle with Bono and Bosco that is. It was my first glimpse of what it
must be like to be a working person.

I began to think more about getting back to my education and whatever
world that college would provide. I guess you'd say I was lonely.

"Hey Jeff, take the load of lumber over to Carson's. You'll end up
being there most of the afternoon helping him, so you can go home from
there.

By then I knew they were close friends. I had delivered even the smallest
items to him, something that I didn't do for any other customer. And
each time Miller and I chatted more and more and we became friends. He
always asked about my dogs. And I noted his dog house and yard was always
empty.

"And do whatever he says, you'll learn something" Mac said "remember
the customer^Å."

"the customer is always right" I finished the motto that had been
drilled into me.

"Hey thanks for coming, you're dressed up" Miller said as I backed the
pickup truck into his backyard. He closed the wooden gates shielding us
from public view.

"I'll get you a shirt or something so you can help me" he said as he
peeled his own tank top off.

"That's ok" I offered stripping my button down shirt off as well.

"Dress pants? I think I have something you can wear" he said
disappearing into the house.

He reappeared with a pair of cutoffs, the type Kurt and I wore when we
went to the beach. I hesitated taking my trousers off. Not only because I
was modest but because I hadn't worn underwear.

"It's ok, we're both men and nobody can see" Carson said as he began
to unload the lumber.

I moved to the side and stripped my pants off. For an instant I was
naked. I don't think I had been naked in front of another grown man like
that since the famous kilt incident with my Dad.

"nice body" I heard him say "You keep yourself in nice shape" Carson
added.

I looked up with my blushed cheeks. "Thank you Sir" I said. I realized
I was still naked and my cock was expanding in full view.

Pulling on the levi's I looked away, but I could see him smiling.

We unloaded the truck and put away some tools.

"Come on let's get something cold to drink"

We sat at the kitchen table and talked about his project. He was fixing
some boards on his backyard deck and in the dog house.

"You've got a huge basket" I said.

He looked up and smiled at me as I stammered "I mean that uh what kind
of dogs do you train, "I pointed to the large dog sleeping basket
against the wall.

"Oh you meant that, thought you were complimenting me for a minute
there" He said. "Well let's say they're not like your Irish Setters.

"It's so big a human could sleep in it" I said.

"Go ahead and try it out" he said.

I was kneeling in front of it and pressing on the cushions. It felt good.

"Good boy" he rubbed the hair on my head like a dog and then began to
pet my bare back.

"Go ahead boy and get in" he said patting my levi covered butt.

I moved into the basket and found a way to curl up.

"Gosh this is so comfortable, I could sleep here" I said.

"Well perhaps you should" he said letting his hand rest on my leg and
moving his thumb in a petting like stroke. I liked it and my cock popped
out of the leg of my levis as it hardened showing how much I liked it.

"I think you should be trained as a doggie" he said.

I was confused hearing this. I tried to tuck my cock away.

"No let it hang out, it's ok, doggies let their penis and balls hang
free" he said

For some reason I moved my hand away and let my hard throbbing erection
stick out. As I moved on the doggie bed, my balls too fell out.

"I definitely think you need some training" he said petting my head
"speak" he said

"What?" I asked

"No as a dog, speak!" he ordered and I heard a bark.

I realized it was me and I liked it.

"Do you have to go home?" He asked.

"No Sir" I said

"No words only bark, wag your head or tail" he said.

I moved to start to get up and leave. This was getting a bit weird to me
at that point.

"Good boy, go get your collar, it's hanging there" he pointed.

I started to walk over to where he was pointing.

"On all fours Petie" he said

I moved on hands and knees to the wall and reached for the collar. I
wasn't sure what I was doing or why.

"No a dog uses its mouth" he said and I gripped the collar with my
teeth and brought it to him.

"Good boy" he said petting my head "Now your training begins" he said
putting the collar around my neck and then snapped a leash onto the ring
on it.

"We're going to bathe you and teach you about being a good dog" he
said "understand?"

I barked laughing inside at what we were doing.

"Gotta pee boy?" he asked.

I nodded my head and started to get up to go to the bathroom. But he
yanked my collar with the leash. "Come boy"

I followed him out the back door onto the grass.

"First lesson is to do everything like a dog would, you'll feel more
like a doggie each thing you learn to do. Now when you pee lift your leg
like one of your dogs at home".

He led me to where a couple of trees were and waited.

My cock still stuck out of my Levis so it was aimed ok. I closed my eyes
and started to pee.

"Lift your leg Petie boy" he said yanking my collar.

I lifted my leg and looked back to see the stream of urine arch from my
penis to the tree. I was surprised I was actually doing it and that it
felt natural, it felt good and in fact it felt arousing.

"I see you like being a doggie boy" he laughed seeing my penis was
harder then ever.

"Now it's time for your bath. Most of my doggies boys like baths, do
you Petie boy?"

I barked and I did it automatically surprising myself.

He took me into the bathroom and started filling the tub. As I remained
there he stripped naked in front of me. I wanted to reach up and feel his
strong thighs, his hanging nut sac and his dangling cock. I think it was
at that moment I realized I wasn't bisexual, I was gay.

But I nuzzled my head against his thigh like my dogs would do to me at
home.

He laughed and pet my head.

"That's a good boy, now we're going to turn you into a doggie, cause I
hate seeing people dress their dogs in human clothes" he said as he
crouched and began to remove my levis.

"You know dogs are lucky they can run around letting their balls and
penis dangle freely" he took a gentle hold of my balls and cock and
waved them about.

I barked.

"Oh you like that do you boy?"

I barked again and panted happily.

He removed my shoes and socks from my feet and I was then completely
naked like a real dog.

"OK boy" he stood and yanked my leash a bit "get into the tub"

I obeyed and was then on all fours in the tub of water which was still
filling up. He removed the collar and began to wash me with a brush and
soap.

Not touching, not helping just standing there like that being washed was
a unique experience. It did make me feel more and more like a pet owned
by and controlled by someone.

"I think we need to take care of this too" he said putting his hand
around my cock and began to milk me.

"Like that boy?" he asked

I was gasping for air. I hadn't been milked by another person since I
was a teen with Kurt. We tried jacking each other off and loved it.

My body was responding and I felt the sperm rushing out my penis head
into the water.

"Good boy, now you can just let it hang like a good doggie" he patted
my bare butt.

After he dried me off, he started to dry himself off and I wanted to
help.

"No boy stay down" he said and I obeyed looking up at him and panting
with my tongue hanging out.

It was not only my wanting to please him acting like a dog but wishing I
could put my mouth on his cock and sucking it. I had never sucked a cock
but had fantasized about it as if it was a natural reaction to some men I
saw or thought about. And I felt it like a natural thing to do.

"You hungry boy" He asked "Well maybe I'll give you Daddy's dick
later, but for now, got some food for you boy"

I was led on all fours still naked to the kitchen where he put some
hamburger in a bowl and mushed it up. He also poured some water in
another bowl.

For some reason I reached with my hands and he yelled at me "No" he
slapped my bare butt. It hurt.

"I guess you need to put on your paws" he said.

I didn't know what he was talking about but soon learned as the leather
mitts were put on my hands. "I was going to save this till our next
training session but you seem to take to this quite naturally"

I bent forward and ate out of the bowl and lapped up the water. He pet my
head and back as I ate and played with my butt quite a bit.

"Good boy"

He led me to the bed and told me to sleep for awhile. I moved back into
the bed. I couldn't help the fact my cock was hard again.

This fantasy like experience was very real and I was feeling aroused like
never before except when I wrestled with my dogs at home.

I curled on the bed. He pet me.

"You're going to be a good doggie Petie, I'm glad Mac said you might
be my kind of boy"

I hadn't thought about Mac knowing anything about me. "He said you used
to watch him through his windows when you were younger" he added.

I barked. I had liked to watch the man walking naked through his house
while playing his bagpipes.

I heard the knock on the back door.

"Oh ok boy stay, stay" he ordered and I rested my head.

"Good boy" I heard him say but he wasn't saying it to me.

I had my eyes open and saw him leading another doggie boy into the room.

"Now I have two doggie boys" he said

I saw the familiar long blonde hair the smooth body and the long
pendulous cock hanging.

"Good boy, come meet your brother, Kurtie" he said.

Kurt on his hands and knees, his hands in black mitts like I wore barked
and came over to me. He stuck his face in mind then sniffed me head to
foot spending lots of time on my bared ass.

"Ohhh looks like Kurt wants to mount Petie" our dog Trainer said.

"I think training sessions are going to be even more fun now" he added
"and I have lots of tricks for you both to learn. Maybe I can take you
to the doggie boy show. You know Kurtie the one I took you to last year?
Two of you performing might impress the other Masters. No boy, not yet."

He yanked the leash and Kurt whimpered not being able to move his mouth
to my cock.

"Doggies don't suck each other just their Master. But they do mount
each other and if you're good Daddy will let you do that later on."

I was going to like being a dog. Maybe next time I'd bring Bono and
Bosco over so they could see what a good dog I was learning to be.

Or maybe I'd keep that a secret from even them.