Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2006 10:12:24 -0700
From: Boy Writer <npwriterboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: All For Chad -- Chapter 11

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true story is only coincidence. This story depicts consensual sexual acts
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All For Chad

Chapter 11


About the second week of November, we had one of our family dinner
meetings.  Mom had informed us at breakfast that we had a lot to talk about
at dinner that night. I figured that it was going to be about the holidays,
as Mom had promised we would discuss that at some point.

I set the table that night while Chad helped Mom get dinner together. It
was already dark and almost 9 pm by the time we were sitting down. It had
become our custom to eat that late ever since I started working with
Mr. Harris at dad's old firm. The work I was doing was pretty boring -
filing and re-arranging documents, running blueprints out to contractors
and clients, answering phones once in a while. It was not glamorous work,
but it felt good to be making some money. Of course, the swim team was
still practicing. We had two more meets to go before it would be decided if
we were going to the state championships. The only thing I did not like
about the way things were going was the fact that I did not get to my
homework until 9 or 10 at night, and was usually so exhausted by the time
it was finished, that sex was nowhere in my mind.

Chad had gotten busier too, with more practices for his soccer team and his
new friends. The only time we really had to play around was on weekends,
but he helped Mrs. Ward in her garden for extra money on Saturday mornings,
and he was spending a lot of his time with Gary, his new best friend at
school. I have to admit that I was missing Chad, even though he was right
down the hall.  By mid November, we had not fooled around in a couple weeks
and he had only spent the night in my bed once during those couple weeks,
but we were both too tired to even get hard. Looking back, I guess it is
sad, but at the time it was just how things were going.  Besides, the pay
off was coming that weekend, when I was planning to go to the local pound
and get a dog for Chad and I. Mom had been asking me when I was going to
get to it, so I had finally set a day.

So, we were sitting down to another one of our meetings. Mom had roasted a
chicken and made potatoes and carrots to go with it. It was a nice spread
and we were all thoroughly enjoying ourselves.

"So, boys," Mom started, "I wanted to talk about what we are going to do
for the holidays."

We sat quietly for a few moments. Although neither of us said anything,
Chad and I knew that Mom meant she wanted to talk about the holidays
without Dad. I knew it was going to be hard for all of us, but I also knew
the holidays would come whether we wanted them or not.

"I was wondering how you guys would feel about starting some new
traditions." Mom looked back and forth at the both of us.

"What do you mean, Mom," I inquired. I had some idea of my own, but it
seemed like Mom had a plan.

"Well, for Thanksgiving, I was hoping you guys would agree to us inviting
some friends and neighbors over. Mrs. Ward, for example, doesn't have any
family left in the area, and she is not well enough to travel. And,
Mr. Harris is going through a divorce and probably does not have plans
either. Wouldn't it be nice to have them over and share the day with
others?"

"I guess that would be nice," Chad said. "Mrs. Ward makes good pies. She
always lets me have some when I am over there on Saturdays."

"Great, then we can ask her to bring the pie." Mom said with a sound of
triumph in her voice. As she turned to me, she said, "and what does the man
of the house think about that?"

"Sounds good to me," I shrugged. "But, do we have to listen to Mr. Harris
tell his hunting stories? I get enough of that at work." It was true - the
man was obscenely proud of killing defenseless animals and living to tell
about it.

"I guess that will depend on how much wine I let him have, sweetie," Mom
retorted through her laughter.

"What about Christmas?" Chad interrupted. "Does Christmas have to be
different too?"

"Good question, sweetie." Mom continued, "I was talking to Mr. Harris and
he has a cabin up near Julian. Christmas is beautiful up there. It might
even snow. You boys have never seen a white Christmas, it can really be
gorgeous."

Silence.

"Okay, I figured this would be a harder sell." Mom geared up and shifted in
her chair, taking another sip of water. "Here's what I envisioned... We
would pack up our stuff on Christmas Eve into Chris' truck and stop at the
store on the way to buy everything we needed for a big feast. Oh, and to
buy a tree. I thought we could make an old fashioned Christmas out of it by
decorating the tree and making a huge meal, building a fire and listening
to Christmas carols on the radio."

It all sounded beautiful, but it didn't sound much like my family. After
all, Chad and I had grown up in the sun, going to the beach all year round,
except maybe in January and February, when it was rainy for a couple
weeks. Julian was only about an hour and-a-half away, and snow sounded
great, like something out of a novel or holiday episode of a sitcom, but it
seemed so removed from our ritual at home. Chad would always wake up first
and come to my room to wake me, and I would tiptoe upstairs to see if Mom
and Dad would let us get up and open presents or not. Even without Dad, it
seemed weird to not do that. I could tell Chad was skeptical too.

"I don't know, Mom," Chad mumbled. "I would miss being at home. Dad would
be sad that we weren't at home, wouldn't he?"

"I think your father would understand that we needed to make some changes
in order for us to get on with our lives. It doesn't mean we don't still
love him. Besides, as long as he comes with us in our hearts, he is always
there, whether we are at home or not." It was obvious Mom had planned for
these questions.

"What about presents?" Chad asked. I kicked him gently under the table,
knowing already what the response would be.

"Well, sweetie..." Mom's eyes started to gloss over with tears. She blinked
a few times to try and stop them.

"Squirt," I said, pointedly, "we can't have a house full of presents like
we used to. Besides, Christmas should be about something more important
now."

"Oh, NO!" Chad jumped up from his chair, hugging Mom. "I didn't it mean it
that way, Mom. I meant, how would we get presents up there? Besides," he
said, turning to me with his most defiant look, "I get paid by Mrs. Ward
and I can buy my own presents to give to you guys."

We all laughed as Mom wiped her eyes. Chad returned to his seat, still
pointing his nose in the air, proud of his newfound resources.

"Come on, Squirt," I said, smiling at Chad, a little surprised that I was
switching sides. "This could be fun. Maybe it will snow and we can build a
snow man. Whadya say?"

"Oh," Mom, interrupted. "There is one other thing. Mr. Harris' cabin only
has two rooms with one small bed each, so you boys would need to share a
pretty cramped bed. Hope that won't be a problem."

Milliseconds after Mom finished her sentence, I felt the tickle of five
cute little toes massaging my genitals through my khaki shorts. I looked up
to see Chad with a truly evil grin on his face.

"Now that you mention it, Mom," Chad pondered as his foot pressed hard into
my groin. "I think that would be fun. We should do it, don't you think,
Chris?"

I reach under the table and caressed Chad's ankle, pulling his foot harder
into my groin, which was beginning to heat up and grow under his
stimulation.

"Yeah, let's DO IT." I said, with obvious emphasis on the 'do it,' just for
my little brother's benefit.

"Oh, wonderful," Mom exclaimed. "I'll call Mr. Harris tomorrow and make the
arrangements.

"It's gonna be so cool!" Chad bounced in his chair like he had when he was
a toddler. And suddenly my brother sounded like a kid again. His sweetness
and innocence overwhelmed me at times. God, those moments were priceless. I
just wanted to put my arms around him and keep the big bad world away from
him.

It was settled. Christmas at the cabin for the Bentons.

* * *

That Friday, Mom and I met up at the house after school. I had gotten the
afternoon off from work to go see Chad's last soccer game of the season. It
was the first game Chad would be starting in, which was really cool. We had
been to other games, but Chad was new on the team, and in junior high,
there were not a lot of other schools with teams to play against (there
were only 5 games in their whole season), so Chad had spent the season
mostly on the bench, subbing in for other boys only a couple of times. I
told him he was new and it was part of being a great member of the team to
put your dues in.

Anyway, since it was the last game of their season, the coach had agreed to
let Chad play. The game turned into some kind of slow motion wet dream for
me. I had seen my bro in his uniform at the games before, but this was my
first chance really seeing him play in a game. He was pretty good. But most
of all, he was damn sexy. The team's uniforms were blue and white. His
short soccer shorts were blue with a white stripe down the leg, while his
jersey was white with blue sleeves and shoulders. His socks were also blue,
hiked right up to his sexy little knees.

Watching Chad on the field was unbelievable. He had pretty decent skills,
passing to his teammates and running down the field. I've heard people say
that soccer is a far more strenuous sport than most people know, in large
part because the games are long, goals are few and far between, and you are
always running. But I thought the length of the game was perfect, because
every minute of it was another minute I could watch my gorgeous little
brother chasing the other boys all over the field.

About halfway through the game, Chad looked up into the stands and saw me
staring at him. Of course, I had a hard on of steel trying to tear through
my jeans by that point. He seemed to be able to tell, as his knowing little
smile and seductive wink communicated some sinister intent. Just then, he
made a point of bending over to pull up his socks, flashing his
blue-satin-covered ass at me. I damn near charged the field right there. I
thought for sure I was going to blow my load. I realized two weeks without
sex with Chad was going to make me crazy.

The best part of the game was the end. There were only a few seconds on the
clock and the score was tied. Chad, playing the position of forward, was
the closest to the net, and not being covered by the other team. They must
have decided he was not a major threat because he was a newcomer. His
teammate passed him the ball and my sexy little brother kicked it straight
into the net, right passed the goalie, who had the most shocked look on his
face. Chad's face lit up with self-satisfaction, and a little shock of his
own.

The crowd roared as the buzzer sounded. Most of the team's parents rushed
out of the stands to congratulate their little ones. Mom and I were on our
feet, cheering and clapping as we descended out of the stands. Chad saw us
coming and began to run towards us with the biggest grin I think I had ever
seen on his face.

"I did it! I did it!" he kept yelling, running full force towards Mom and
me.

Chad came running up to me. As he reached me, he leapt into the air, his
body colliding with mine as he wrapped his arms and legs around me. I
hugged him back, overwhelmed by the force of our bodies colliding. Despite
my best efforts to use my height to balance us, we tumbled to the ground,
his body resting on top of mine.

"Did you see that?!" Chad shouted at the top of his lungs. Just then, he
started to lean down like he was going to kiss me, clearly forgetting we
were in public.

The look on my face must have knocked some reality into my little brother,
as he suddenly stopped himself, turning very red and looking around,
wondering, no doubt, if anyone in the crowd had noticed his inappropriate
need to jump my bones in his excitement.

"It's fine, Squirt. I'm so proud of you," I said, tosseling his damp hair.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetie!" Mom exclaimed. "Now, come on, stand up you
two. I want to take a picture of my two athletes," she said, producing her
camera from her purse.

Chad and I immediately stood up and posed side by side for the picture. The
sweaty smell of Chad's hair and the way his satin jersey clung to his back
were so hot. His tackle had left the front of my t-shirt moist from his
sweat, which left his scent lingering, making me wish I had him at home in
bed at that moment. My dick was doing jumping jacks in my pants. I had
hoped it would not end up in the picture.

Gary came running over just then with a look of pure excitement on his
face.  His parents were trailing behind him, clearly having trouble keeping
up.

"Chad, Chad!!!!" Gary yelled. "My mom says you can sleep over if you want
to!"

Chad's smile actually got bigger, which had seemed impossible. He turned to
Gary as the two gave each other a high five.

"Oh man, that would be so cool." I could tell by the look on my little
brother's face that he had hopes of very little sleep actually being
involved in this 'sleep over.'.

I was beginning to get that feeling again. My mouth was dry and my heart
felt like it had stopped beating completely. As had become me custom, I
started coaching myself through the jealousy, telling myself my little bro
was eventually going to be with other boys, and reminding myself that I had
just sucked off some total stranger in order to get my driver's license.
Who was I to stand in the way.

Mom shook hands with the Jordans and they began having one of those
pleasant conversations with each other. You know, where everyone is overly
polite and they exchange phone numbers, and blah blah blah. Meanwhile, I
was fixated on my little brother. He went about making plans with Gary.
They must have been discussing some vital information, like what toys Chad
should bring, and how they would stay up late, etc. But, of course, their
conversation was just a lot of blah blah blah to me too. What really had my
attention was my little brother's crotch, which was bulging out more by the
second, as he practically drooled over his friend.

I also made note that Gary was not sporting the same reaction.

* * *

That night was horrible. I couldn't sleep a wink. I stayed up all night
with images of my brother and Gary fumbling with each other's bodies,
holding each other, awkwardly getting each other naked. Worst of all, I
knew it would be a beautiful sight to see because I knew how good my
brother was in bed, and how eagerly he would want to teach his friend.

Anyone with a degree in psychology would have labeled me crazy that night,
as I actually began to talk to myself, OUT LOUD! I was lecturing myself on
letting go of this and letting my brother explore and be normal and
healthy. I chastised myself for letting things get to a point where I
couldn't just be his brother. I was torturing myself like some kind of
wounded lover.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could hear my brother's beautiful, soft
bedroom voice saying Gary's name over and over as the reached their orgasms
together. This was awful.  What on earth was I going to do?

The most confusing part was my hard on. My 8 inch dick seemed to grow an
inch that night, as it got harder than I think it had been in
weeks. Throughout my entire self lecture and chastisement, my hand kept
drifting back to my throbbing boner. It was a reflex I could not help, but
each time I made contact with it, the electricity that shot through my body
was more intense, more charged than usual. Is it possible that jealousy
turned me on? All that I knew was I would have to tend to my member, or he
would find a way to make me pay for it.

But, I needed stimulation. But what? What would really get me going at this
point? Really make me shoot a good load?.... Then, it hit me. CHAD'S
UNIFORM!

I crept down the hall, naked as a jay bird and hard a rock. I went into
Chad's room and found his uniform from earlier that day wadded up in the
heap on the floor. I rifled through, looking for my prize. When I found it,
I giggled like a guilty schoolboy. It was one of those uncontrollable
giggles, a mixture of ecstasy and guilt, like it had come form some unknown
place inside me.

I lifted my prize, Chad's jock strap, still damp, still uncleaned, and
filled with my little brother's teenage hormonal scent. I sampled my prize,
squeezing it in my hand, and sniffing it briefly. It smelled of Chad's
sweat, his precum, a little pee, and even just a hint of musk from the ass
I so loved to devour late at night. It smelled like sex to me. It was
enough to make me crazy.

I was briefly reminded of my first penetration into the world of teenage
boys, when I snuck into Jack Simmon's bedroom on a dare from my Billy when
we were just kids. I had coveted Jack's jock strap and become intoxicated
by its smell then too. So intoxicated, that it lead to my first sex with
Billy---my first sex with anyone!

Looking back, my behavior probably looked like that of a drug addict. I was
definitely getting a high off of Chad's aroma. One brief sniff lead to 3
more, and then I was just burying my nose in the white stretchy mesh of
that jock. Before long, I wanted something more, something sensual,
something that would at least be a sad stand in for actually having Chad
there. So, I put it on.

I was standing in Chad's room, running my hand over my body, wearing his
used jock strap. The strap did not even come close to fitting me. It was
tight around my waist, and the pouch could not contain my large cock, which
was half sticking out the side. I gently tickled the exposed part of my
cock, then massaged my balls gently through the mesh. Every few moment, I
brought my hand back to my face, to refresh the aromatic memory of my
little brother in my head, driving my horniness to its farthest reaches. I
thought I was going to lose my load right there. But, I couldn't. I needed
more stimulation.

I began to let my finger trace my ass cheeks and my crack, eventually
sliding in and tickling my hole. It had been months since I'd been fucked,
and I needed it so bad. I did not own a dildo back in those days, and my
finger was simply not going to be big enough. But, I knew something that
would be.

I hurried down to my room, grabbed my robe, then tiptoes up the stairs to
the kitchen, where I went straight for the refrigerator's vegetable
crisper. I know what you are thinking, really I do... But, I was 16,
uncontrollably horny, and I needed to be fucked by something. Thank
goodness Mom had just done the grocery shopping.

A cucumber. Hmmm. It was great shape and an awesome size, but it was more
like my dick, and I needed a Chad-sized vegetable.

A zucchini. A smaller one, but the perfect size. It was a little over 6
inches long, just like my little brother's dick. And, I would say it was
almost 5 inches around, which was just a little thicker than Chad, but it
would suffice.

Wrapped in my robe and concealing a piece of produce, I scurried back to my
room and found a condom in my night table. I dropped my robe and threw
myself onto the bed and frantically went about opening the condom
wrapper. I fumbled with it in desperation, dropping the zucchini twice as I
clumsily tried to get the condom on it, while still reaching down and
petting my big crotch monster reach time he demanded it. This was too much,
too many implements, too much to focus on, and none of it what I really
wanted.

I closed my eyes, and Chad was there. He'd caught me in his jock and wanted
my ass, demanded my ass. There was no longer a zucchini, just my gorgeous
baby brother's cock---the cock of my lover. Somehow, in my fantasy, my eyes
closed, I must have maneuvered the condom onto the zucchini, because the
tip of it was at my entrance within seconds. But, in my mind, it was Chad.

I was laying on my back, my legs in the air, while my little brother
squatted on his knees between my legs, his beautiful cock tickling my
hole. The look of eagerness I imagined on his face was more intense then I
had ever seen. I imagined the little beads of sweat running down his body,
as our mutual eagerness for this long-awaited moment was more than we could
bear.

He entered me. The feeling of my outer sphincter being opened was a
memorable pain, and an even more memorable pleasure. My inner sphincter
muscles opened reflexively, and the rest of the journey in was easy, too
easy, as if my hole were hungry for its invader. It wanted to be
penetrated, it wanted to be used, IT WANTED CHAD!

Before long, I was furiously rubbing my dick with my right hand, while
abusing my hole with the produce in my left. But in my mind, it was
Chad. He was leaning over my in the bed, thrusting into me with the rhythm
of a man in his 30s who had fucked enough ass to know just how to hit all
the right spots. His heaving and panting made it impossible to speak, yet
told a universe of thoughts and feelings. He looked deeply into my eyes,
never blinking, never breaking eye contact. His sweat dripped gently off
his body onto my chest as our breathing and heartbeats joined in rhythm
together. Every thrust of is powerful, gorgeous cock sent electricity up my
spine, and into my brain, where my mind went comatose with fantastic
pleasure and release. I was losing myself in our passion.

In my mind, it was as if I no longer existed. I was just an extension of my
little brother. My life existed only to please him, to protect him, to
raise and care for him, we were one in that moment.  The feelings overtook
me and it all seemed so real. I was frantically thrusting my stand-in Chad
into my hole while moving the jock to expose my entire cock and my heavy,
demanding balls. The mixing smell of my own sweat with the remnants of Chad
in his jock further intensified my feelings of oneness. He was mine and I
was his, and nothing else would ever matter as much as that.

I began to cry and whisper Chad's name to myself over and over as I abused
my cock and my hole simultaneously. Before long, I knew I was going to
shoot my load. My eyes were still closed it was still Chad inside me in my
mind. My balls moved in closer to one another and my cock, as it teaming up
for a huddle. My dick swelled and heated up in my hand like a volcano about
to erupt.  And then it happened.

"OH MY GOD CHAD, I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU!" My cock let loose a gusher of
cum bigger than anything I'd ever seen. Pointing my dick straight into the
air, I shot the first delicious white rope about 4 feet into the air over
my bed, and it came gliding down gracefully, like the water in a fountain
in front of a museum. As my love-coaxed juices reached my body, the splash
was so big, droplets coated my belly and chest, and some even landed on my
face.  But I didn't care. I was cumming for my Chad. More ropes of cum were
flying into the air, more of it splattering all over me and my bed, my ass
clenching the object inside me so hard that if it had been Chad, I think I
would have crushed his dick.

* * *

I literally must have passed out from the pleasure, because I awoke at 6 am
to my alarm clock. I was groggy and disoriented for a moment. I awoke
thinking it was still a weekday, but then remembered it was Saturday. Then,
of course, I was pissed at myself for forgetting to turn off my alarm clock
the night before. Then I felt a weird sensation coming from my lower body,
something foreign, unexpected. My hands traveled down my body in my
half-slumber, wondering what was wrong. I felt my chest and my abs were
tight, my dick was painfully constricted, and something...  something
was... INSIDE ME.

I lay strewn out on my bed, awaking from my comatose slumber, with my torso
and face covered in dried cum, my dick half pinched off in my brothers
now-even-dirtier jock, and the zucchini I used to play the role of Chad
still inside my ass.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP, my alarm was still sceaming.

As I rolled over to silence the source of my torturous awakening, I
remembered why I had set the alarm. THE BEACH AND THE DOG!

I painfully yanked my invader from my hole and bounded out of bed. Within
minutes, my new green friend was in the trash, my bedding was in the washer
downstairs, and I was in the shower. I made quick order of my messiness and
scrubbed myself thoroughly. I barely dried off as I got out, darted into my
room still dripping somewhat, and grabbed my wetsuit from the hook on the
inside of my closet door. Slithering into it and pulling up the zipper, I
stepped into my tennis shoes without socks. I ran back to the bathroom,
brushing my teach, washing my face, and messing up my hair in just the
right way. I was lucky I remembered my shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt for
after the beach, when I was planning to go to the pound and adopt a dog for
Chad and me. Within minutes, I was on the road, surfboard lashed to the
truck, speeding off towards Torrey Pines Beach.

The entire ride, I replayed my imaginary adventure from the night before. I
wondered why I had not tried it with Chad for real. How could I have been
doing him for almost 3 months and never asked him to be inside me? I guess
I had avoided it because I thought he was not ready, and letting him fuck
me would leave the inevitable question of me fucking him to be
debated. And, lets be honest, I was afraid I would hurt him if I fucked
him, and I would never forgive myself.  Nonetheless, I could not wait any
longer. I would need to let Chad fuck me.  I had to have him fuck me. But,
it had to be perfect. I knew just what I would do...

I managed to get through the drive and the beach without thinking about
Chad and Gary. If I had, I would surely have been devastated to realize
that while I professed my un-brotherly love for a surrogate Chad, he was
probably tasting another boy for the first time.

* * *

It was great to see Jack. He was looking as hot as ever, and we rode a few
waves and talked about Billy. Jack told me that he was going home to Maine
for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I told him to say hi to Billy and he
agreed. We said our goodbyes and I hiked back up the cliff to the great
mansions of Torrey Pines, and to my truck. It was great to see Jack, but I
was reminded that we did not have a lot to talk about. I think I was only
going because being around him made me horny and reminded me of the hot
times he and Billy and I had had over the years.

* * *

I arrived at the animal shelter on Gaines Street at 7 am, just as they were
opening. I was the only one there and asked the young lady at the front
desk if I could see the dogs they had. They made me sign some release. I
noticed that the form said you had to be 18 to adopt, but no one asked for
ID, so I didn't offer it.

Then, the young lady asked me to wait for one of the staff to come and take
me out to the kennels.

After about 5 minutes, an adorable boy came out and said hello and told me
to follow him. I looked him over as we walked. He was about my height,
average build, but I could tell he worked out. He had gorgeous hair and an
even nicer butt. I guessed he must have been 18 or so.  He wore the typical
uniform for the facility - khaki pants and a hunter green polo shirt with
the San Diego Humane Society logo and a name tag. His name was Joey.

Joey had a quiet way about him, and a softness in his eyes. It seemed to me
he must be one of those guys with a truly sweet soul - the type who
wouldn't hurt a fly. I remember thinking that he was definitely boyfriend
material. I imagined him being very romantic and sensual in bed. He would
be the type who lit candles and gave you a massage before making love to
you.  I'd never done stuff like that with Billy or Chad. We were probably
too young to think it was important. Even at 16, I was too horny to wait
that long.

Joey asked me lots of question about our house and if I knew how to care
for a dog, etc. He was clearly very concerned that I was someone who was
worthy of caring for one of these beautiful creatures he had cared
for. Joey seemed to have a real connection with each of the dogs, greeting
them in their kennels as we walked by. I was a bit distracted looking at
Joey's ass, which I was trying to picture naked. I'd kind of lost track of
myself for a minute, until I realized I was getting a hard on. I did my
best to keep my hands low in front of me to keep it hidden, which was hard
to do in my board shorts with no underwear on.

"What kind of dog are you looking for," Joey asked. He turned to look back
at me as he continued to lead me by all the kennels. I quickly glanced down
at my groin, then looked away.

"It's for my brother. He's 13. I don't want anything huge, because I want
him to be able to walk it.  And we definitely don't want puppy, or my mom
might have a cow." I waited until he turned towards me again and made a
point of looking down at his crotch. Of course, I couldn't see anything
through his shorts, but my reason for looking was more to make sure he saw.

He had noticed all right. Joey took a deep breath and swallowed slowly, his
pointy Adam's apple moving up and down his neck.

"Well, if you look here on these signs," Joey said, gaining his composure
and pointing, "you'll see the age and gender of each dog, and a little
story about how they came to be at the shelter... Oh, and their name, if
they have one."

"I see," I said, studying one. I made a point of leaning just a little too
close to Joey, making sure he noticed.

Joey excused himself to do his work, but told me to let him know if I
wanted to pet one of the dogs.  I went about looking at several different
signs and looking over the dogs.  Most decisions were easy... The rotweiler
was kind of aggressive. The great dane was too big for Chad. I knew Chad
would not want a little dog, so all the chihuahuas and various other mixed
small dogs were out.  Then I found Lucy.

The sign on her cage told me everything I needed to know:

"Hi, my name is Lucy. I am a three year old female. My breed is called
Canaan Dog.  If you want to know more about my breed, go look at
http://www.dogbreedz.com/breeds/canaan.cfm. I am good with children and
like to get lots of exercise. I am here at the shelter because my owner,
Bob, passed away and there was no one to take care of me. I need a new
family. I am very shy with new people, but I do not bite."

I knew the shelter was trying to get people to feel sorry for the animals,
but I didn't care. It worked.  Lucy had lost her daddy, just like Chad and
me. How could I have picked any dog other than her?

I looked into the kennel to get a really good look at her. She was a
beautiful fawn color on her back and sides, with a white belly and
face. She seemed small for her age and I wondered if she had been the runt
of the litter. The most noticeable thing about Lucy was her behavior. She
stayed in the back of her cage, her hind legs down very low, he tail tucked
under her, and her whole body quaking slightly. Shy was an understatement,
this dog was scared to death.

"She's a sweetheart," I heard Joey coming up behind me. "Want to say hi?"

"I don't want her to get more scared." She seemed too frightened, I was
surprised she wasn't already peeing herself.

"It's okay," Joey said. "If you take your time and wait, she will come to
you."

Joey reached for his keys and unlocked the kennel lock and I went in
slowly.  Joey left the gate unlocked but did not follow me in. Instead, he
stayed outside watching me. I chose the corner of the cage farthest from
Lucy, giving her plenty of space. I sat down on the cold cement floor to
make sure my head was not any higher than hers. I crossed my legs and put
my hands in front of me with my palms open. It seemed the most
non-threatening stance I could think of.  We'd never had dogs growing up,
but lots of our neighbors did and Chad and I were both really good with
pets in general.

"You must have had dogs before," Joey assumed.

"Actually, no, but I've been around them a lot." I didn't look up at him. I
wanted to make sure to stay focused on Lucy.

"Well, you're a natural," He said, lowering his voice a bit. "I'm gonna go
over here so she does not get nervous about me being here, okay?"

"Okay."

And I waited. I watched Lucy for several minutes as her quaking stopped and
she began to look at me curiously. She yawned. I yawned. She flicked her
left ear. I scratched mine. She laid down flat on the floor with her chin
to the ground. I lowered my head more. She inched herself along the ground
towards me. I didn't move a muscle. We danced like this for about 10
minutes. Finally, she was in reach. I put my hand down in front of her nose
and she sniffed it cautiously. Then, she nudged my motionless hand, as if
trying to make sure it was still alive. I reached my hand sup very slowly
and scratched Lucy behind the ear. The rest would be history.

Lucy eventually sat up and came closer, sniffing my clothes and the rest of
me, all the while letting me pet her. She looked at me, clearly studying
me. I thought about her owner dying and figured she must be very
lonely. This, of course, reminded me of Dad, which made me tear up, but not
so anyone would have noticed. Of course, Lucy noticed. I stopped petting
her when I began to get sad, and she immediately got closer to me, nudging
my hand, insisting on more affection.  I eventually moved my legs apart and
she rested her head in my lap. I even tried standing up and walking, and
she seemed inclined to come with me. I wanted so badly to take care of her
and I knew Chad would feel the same way.

Within about 15 more minutes, I was paying the clerk and signing paperwork.
When they asked me for Lucy's new name, I told them not to change it. I
thought it was important to let her keep her name, since her owner who
passed away must have given it to her for what I was sure were sentimental
reasons. Then, the clerk informed me I would need to wait for about 30
minutes while they processed the registration for Lucy in the statewide
registration system they had just started using. The also wanted to have
the vet check Lucy's healing from her spaying, which had been done the
previous week.

I went back out to the area where the kennels are to wait and found Joey
there, lingering around. I thought he might actually have been waiting for
me, judging by the smile on his face when he saw me.

"I'm so glad you're adopting her. I'm sure she will be very happy with
you."

"I hope so," I said, yawning and stretching a bit. Unknowingly, I had
reached up to stretch a little too far, exposing the top of my board
shorts, which were just low enough on my hips to give Joey a nice view of
my pubes.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll make her very happy..." Joey's voice trailed off. He
was staring right at my crotch.

After a few seconds studying my package, which was beginning to respond to
the audience, Joey looked up, his eyes meeting mine, as he realized I had
noticed his staring.  Joey began to turn a bit red, then tried to find
something to do. As he turned to walk away from me, I could see from the
side view that his khakis were bulging a bit in the front. Naturally,
seeing Joey hard only helped me to get there myself. Since I knew I had
some time to kill, I decided maybe it would be fun to see if I could get a
look at this cutie's equipment.

"Interesting uniforms they make you guys wear," I said, trying to make drab
conversation.

"Most of us think they look okay. But the khaki pants get dirty fast with
all these dogs jumping around." Joey continued about his business. He was
gathering empty food containers and shuffling them around on the shelves in
a nearby storage closet.

"Yeah, but they sure do make your ass look nice," I said very nonchalantly.
I made a point not to look at Joey, instead focusing on some posters on the
wall about healthy feeding habits for certain breeds. Out of the corner of
my eye, I saw his jaw drop.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," was all he said, as if agreeing with a comment
I'd made about the weather, although I could tell he was holding back. I
figured I had to up the ante.

"Well, the sight sure is making me hungry," I said breathlessly. Then I
leaned towards him from behind before he could say anything and gently
licked the back of his ear.  "Mmm, just as I suspected," I said. "Very
tasty," I moaned as I licked my lips. I stayed close to him. I was a little
surprised at my own aggressiveness. I must have still been horny from last
night's fantasy, because I would normally never have taken a risk like
that.

Joey took a small step back, which made his firm round ass press right
against my cock, which had now become completely erect. His breathing gave
away his thoughts. He was clearly ready for more.

"You just teasing, or do you want to get a real taste?" Joey asked without
moving.

His challenge incited me and I could not be stopped. I leaned forward into
him, grinding my cock hard against his beige-clad bottom. I leaned down and
began licking and nibbling on his neck from behind furiously. Wasting no
time at all, Joey reached up with his right hand and grabbed my head,
pulling my face tighter into his neck. With his left hand, he reached
behind is ass and began rubbing the front of my shorts. I was still not
wearing any underwear after my surfing trip earlier, so my dick was free in
my shorts, definitely enjoying Joey's affections.

"Anyplace more private?" I gasped between nibbles.

"Come with me!" Joey panted in a husky voice. Pulling me by the front of my
shorts, my dick still in his grip, Joey lead me towards and area behind the
row of kennels.

The area was just a concrete path running between the property wall and the
rear wall of the kennels. It was nothing fancy, but it was all the privacy
we needed. Joey turned around, backing up against the wall as he pulled me
by the shorts until our bodies met. We didn't speak a word as we both began
to grope each other and kiss deeply. We were going at it like the animals
around us, who could clearly sense our passion, as some of the dogs began
to whimper on the other side of the wall.

Joey kissed like he was trying to devour me, like I was his last meal. I
would have protested, but I was so horny that I was returning the passion
with some very hard squeezing of his butt cheeks, which I found to be
perfectly plump. Wanting to examine them closer, I slipped my finger tips
under the waist of his pants, sliding my hands into his pants and feeling
his ass. The feel of the silky smooth skin on his ass drove me crazy and I
began kissing him harder.  Before I even realized what he was doing, my
shorts were around my ankles and Joey's hands wear spreading my own ass
cheeks apart as his fingers searched frantically for my hole. Joey found my
hole at the same moment I found his, and we were instantly finger fucking
each other, still kissing each other deeply, still no words.

My hole was still a bit raw from the previous night's abuse, but Joey's
fingers felt good, and I hoped he wanted to put more inside me. After all,
as hot as my fantasy was the night before, the flesh of a real boy---any
real boy--- was desperately needed inside me.

The finger fucking an kissing went on for several minutes before I finally
moved my hands back to the front of Joey's khakis and began to unbutton and
unzip them. As I worked on Joey's fly, he took off his green polo shirt and
threw it on the ground. Then, he grabbed my head and pulled it towards his
chest, placing his right nipple to my lips. I obliged his unspoken command
by opening my mouth and sucking intently on his nipple. By this time,
Joey's pants and boxers were falling to the ground. Joey's nipples did not
get much attention, as I felt the need to taste this stud's rod, so I
dropped to my knees with my mouth already open.

Joey had a beautiful cock. It was about 6 and a half inches and incredibly
pretty. He had nicely trimmed pubes and a beautiful pair of balls to
accompany it. Best of all, he tasted and smelled like heaven. I began
sucking him so hard that I was producing more saliva then intended. My spit
began to run down Joey's shaft and onto his balls. I quickly moved my head
down and began lapping at his balls, like I imagined the dogs in the kennel
on the other side of that wall would have. Before long, Joey was panting
and moaning like he was in heat. I was fully enjoying the flavor of his
cock, but I knew I was going to need to do a lot more than suck it. I also
knew we did not have much time.

I turned around and stepped back into Joey, his dick landing stiffly
against my crack. I began to grind around a bit, but Joey had other
plans. He put his hands on my cheeks and pushed me forward to make room for
his body as he knelt down and dove into my ass. Hi tongue seemed to be
crawling up my hole in no time, and I honestly thought he was going to
reach my prostate with it.  This intense, unbelievable pleasure only lasted
a few moments, as Joey soon stood up and began spitting into his hand and
lubing up his cock.

Joey's cock was unrelenting, as it pushed and prodded its way into me. Even
with his spit as lube, it hurt as he invaded me, probably because of the
night before, but I did not protest. I relaxed myself and began humping
opposite his motions, to make the sensation stronger. We were both like
animals now as I squeezed my ass muscles around his beautiful cock and
pushed back into him hard, pressing him up against the wall and taking
control of the movement myself.

Joey gripped my hips and pulled my body towards him with each of my
movements, as if trying to impale me on his cock. After another minute, his
cock was even beginning to FEEL beautiful. Just then, Joey wrapped his arms
around me, grabbing my chest and pulling me towards him until his perky
nipples tickled my back. He leaned down and bit my neck gently, letting out
a guttural moan and I felt my ass being flooded with hot liquid. The
sensation was awesome.  It made me think of Jack, who had been the first to
ever fuck me, and who had also flooded me with his hot cum on many
occasions. Id made me think of Chad and how badly I wanted him to do the
same to me. Joey squeezed my body tight, until I could barely breath and
lifted my whole body slightly off the ground, his dick still deep inside
me, spreading its seed all over my bowels.

As the last drops fled Joey's angry cock, he seemed to become more
aggressive, more intent. He shoved me forward so I thought I might fall and
he dropped back to his knees, diving again into my hole. Placing his lips
firmly over my hole, Joey began to suck on my hole like it was a straw. He
probed my creamed hole with his tongue and sucked hard until I was sure I
felt every last drop of his load sucked out of me. I felt somehow like I
had been used. Joey needed to get off and eat his load and I had been the
tool needed to accomplish it. But it was so hot. And still not a word from
either of us.

Joey's sucking and rimming became so intense that I realized I was about to
cum as well. I had not even realized I had been stroking my fat throbbing
dick the whole time I was getting fucked. I began to moan with joy. As Joey
finished his snack, he spun my body around and slid his mouth and throat
down over my cock, all the way down until I could not see his nose because
it was buried in my pubes. That single motion was enough and I began to
pour what felt like buckets of cum into Joey's hungry throat. I wanted to
thrust, but Joey had my hips by the hands and wouldn't let me move. He just
drank. It was awesome.

When I finished my load, Joey stood and our eyes met as he pulled me into
another deep passionate kiss. We kissed for about another minute before we
both realized what we'd done and fumbled to get our clothes back on.

"Fuck, I wish I could adopt a pet everyday," I said as we parted ways
coming around the side wall of the kennel.

We exchanged no other words as I took Lucy on her leash and left with her.

* * *

Lucy was initially uncomfortable with her new surroundings. The drive home
found her curled in a ball in the back seat, shaking like a leaf. Once we
got home, I had to coax her into the house and let her hide in the corner
of the dining room while I prepared the house for her.

When we got home, Chad was still not there. I began to feel that sinking
sensation in my stomach again. It was almost noon. He and Gary must have
had a VERY good time for him to be gone this long. My thoughts were only
temporary, as I had to set things up for Lucy. I put her food and water in
the kitchen. I put a second water bowl in the bathroom on the lower floor,
figuring she might want a drink at night, and figuring she would be
sleeping with either Chad or myself (or both), it made good sense for her
to have water nearby. Finally, I set up a bed made out of old blankets on
the floor at the foot of my bed, next to the door to the balcony and under
the large bay windows that look out over the sloping hillside.

Eventually, Lucy began to roam around the house. She slowly and cautiously
looked around the main floor for several minute, eventually finding the
food I had left in the kitchen. For a time, this seemed to brighten her
mood, as her tail began to wag in appreciation of the food. But, she still
looked around a lot, as if she were afraid it was not real and someone
might come along and steel the food at any minute. Once she had finished
her snack, I lead her around the rest of the house. I made a point of
stopping in Mom's room and grabbing her favorite perfume to let Lucy smell
it.  Since I knew dogs were highly dominated by their sense of smell, I
figured it was good to get Lucy used to the smell of Mom. I did the same
when we went to Chad's room, coaxing Lucy onto the bed so she could be
surrounded by Chad's smell. She seemed excited by this.  She was panting
heavily and seemed almost to be smiling. Of course, I couldn't blame her,
since the smell of Chad in his bed was making my cock stiffen.

Then, Lucy started to root around in Chad's bed, as if looking for
something. Before I knew it, she had gotten something in her mouth and ran
out of the room towards the stairs. I managed to catch her before she got
up the stairs. Reaching for her mouth, I found she had stolen a pair of
tight white briefs that had apparently been used to clean up a rather large
mess by my little brother. I was momentarily disappointed that I had not
found these the night before.

Laughing as I took the underwear from Lucy's mouth, I said, "Well, Lucy, I
guess you and I have similar tastes, but I don't think you are exactly
Chad's type."

After another half hour or so of exploring, Lucy decided she was sleepy and
found her makeshift bed in my room, settling down for a short nap.

* * *

Chad finally came home around 2 pm. I heard his footsteps on the stairs
coming up from the sidewalk beside the garage to the porch. I wondered why
I had not heard any car doors, assuming Gary's mother would drop Chad
off. I took a deep breath and began to mentally prepare myself to handle
the jealousy I was expecting to build up in me as I saw Chad's face.  My
little bro and I were so close after these months of intimacy that we could
practically read each other's minds, I was just better than he was at
hiding my feelings. I knew I would be able to tell instantly if he and Gary
had had sex and if he had enjoyed it. So, I took deep breaths as I wanted
to make sure he could not tell how I felt, so that he would be comfortable
to explore what he needed to with other boys, and more importantly, to tell
his big brother about it.

Chad opened the door, coming in the entry next to the dining room. His head
was down, avoiding my gaze.

"Hey," was all he could muster, as he headed for the stairs.

They had not done it. Chad was disappointed. But, if my instincts were
right, something else was also wrong.

"What happened at..." I began.

"I don't want to talk about it," Chad mumbled, stopping at entrance to the
stairs.  I had to think fast. I was still planning to surprise him with
Lucy, but not in this mood.

"So, don't talk about it," I uttered nonchalantly. "Come have a soda," I
said, rising and heading for the refrigerator.

Chad dropped his bag and made his way to one of the stools at the kitchen
bar. I retrieved a Cactus Cooler, Chad's favorite soda, though god knows
why (I hated the stuff). I walked over to him and gave him the soda,
leaning over with my elbows on the bar. We must have looked like a wayward
drunk and his barkeep in those positions. I looked into Chad's eyes,
knowing that if he'd let me look long enough, I'd figure out what had
happened.

"Stop it," Chad protested, avoiding my eyes. "I don't want to talk about
it."

"Who's talking," I said in my most sarcastic tone. And still I looked into
his eye. He wasn't giving this one up easy. But I stayed my course.

"It was awful!" he finally broke down, sounding like he was about to cry.
Chad stared down at the counter.

I reached over and lifted Chad's face by the chin as I often had when he
needed my comfort. I leaned in without a word and gave my sad little
brother a soft kiss. It was not like the passionate kisses we had often
shared. It was more of an understanding, comforting kiss, kind of parental,
almost like Mom would have given him.

"Tell me about it, Squirt." Was all I had to say.

"It was awful. We shared his bed. We slept in our underwear. I was sure he
wanted me to. I tried to touch him in the night, but he said I was gross
and laughed at me." Chad went back to his crying for a moment. "I was so
embarrassed, I left in the morning and walked home."

"You walked? Chad, I would have come to get you. I can't believe you didn't
call me." The walk from Gary's house in Banker's Hill was at least six
miles. It was no wonder Chad got home so late.

"How could I? I had already left Gary's house and there was no phone to
call." Chad had dried his eyes again somewhat. "How did this happen?"

"He's not gay, Squirt. And you are, and you like him a lot. I was afraid
you'd get hurt." I studied his face, hoping he would understand the
simplicity of this, remembering all the while that this was all still so
new to him, and that rejection at his age always feels like it must have
happened only to you.

"You knew all of that?" Chad inquired, frustrated and tearful. Then,
without waiting for my answer, doubtlessly already knowing what it would
be, "why didn't you tell me?"

I could tell Chad was not understanding where I was coming from. We had
become so close and so intimate with each other, that I had begun to forget
that he was only 13 and that he was still naturally na‹ve about a lot of
things, especially where relationships are concerned.

"Oh, Squirt," I began in a sympathetic tone. "I didn't keep it from you to
hurt you. I wanted you to have the chance to explore things with your
friends. Besides, as much as I want to prepare you for life, I don't even
have it all figured out yet. But, I do know that some things just make
better sense if you live them rather than listen to someone else talk about
them. You know what I mean?"

"I guess," Chad said, lost in thought, but clearly listening to me
carefully.

"You may not see it now, but the fact that you were able to show Gary how
you feel and what changes are going on in your life is amazing. It takes a
lot of guts to be that vulnerable. It doesn't matter whether you get what
you want or not, it matters that you took the chance to reach out for it."

"EEEEW!" Chad said, looking at me strangely. "Who died and made you the
all-knowing god of love and sex?"

I reached over and tossled Chad's hair, then pinched his cheek
playfully. We both smiled at each other. Despite his joke, I cold tell he
understood what I was saying. And, on some level, I could tell he felt that
what I was saying was true and right. We smiled at each other.  He seemed
comforted by my words.

"Is this what a broken heart feels like?" Chad asked, his face returning

"Oh, Squirt, I hate to be the one to say it, but no. I know this hurts, but
a real broken heart comes when someone you have loved openly and fully is
taken away. What you are feeling now is rejection. A broken heart would
come if you and Gary had been in love and then he said he did not want to
be with you anymore, or he moved away or something." I realized I was
hitting too close to home, as my own eyes began to tear up thinking about
Billy moving away.

"Like Billy and you?" Chad asked.

My eyes immediately filled with tears. How could he have known? I had never
told Chad about how close Billy and I were. He had never asked where I
learned my sexual skills and I had never felt like offering the
information. And, I was sure no one had noticed how depressed I was when
Billy moved away. It was still a fresh wound as evidence by my growing
tears and sobs.

"How did you..." I began to mutter through my tears.

And now Chad seemed like the bigger brother, reaching out to caress my face
and comfort me as he looked into my eyes.

"I know I still have a lot to learn, Chris, but I am not blind."

Chad jumped down from his stool and walked around the counter as we pulled
each other into a long embrace. It was a new emotion we shared, as our
mutually revealed sorrow brought us even closer together in that moment. I
wish I could say it was the last time we would comfort each other in this
way. I wish I could say it was the last time either of us would feel
heartbroken. On the other hand, I have never met anyone in my life I would
rather pour hearts out with than my bro.

After crying ourselves into certain dehydration, we both quieted somewhat.
In our position, Chad was facing into the kitchen, towards the open windows
and the hillside below, while I was facing the stairs. I had almost
forgotten about Lucy, until I saw her head poking around the doorway to the
stairs, timidly waiting for an invitation to meet more of the family.

"Uh, Chris," Chad broke the silence. "Why is there dog food in the
kitchen?"

"Turn around, Squirt, someone wants to meet you," I said, laughing at my
forgetfulness.

Chad turned around slowly and began to scream with excitement when he saw
Lucy. This, of course, scared the hell out of Lucy, who made a B line for
the corner and curled up to hide, shaking like a leaf.

"Oh now, I scared him," Chad sounded worried at first, then walking over
slowly and lowering his voice, "Is he ours?"

"Yeah, but he is a she. Her name is Lucy. I adopted her today."

Chad crept over gently and sat on the floor, almost the same way I had when
I met Lucy at the pound earlier that day. Lucy timidly sniffed Chad to see
if he was safe.  Immediately recognizing his scent, she buried her nose in
his crotch and began to wag her tail. Chad began to turn beat red as he
tried to lift her head up and pet her. He looked up at me with a puzzled
look on his face.

"I guess we are going to train her not to do that. She found your nasty
undies in your bed. I guess that's how she wants to recognize you. Not that
I can say I blame her. It is an intoxicating smell." I winked and gave my
brother a sinister smile.

"Oh stop," Chad protested, turning more red in the face than he already
was.  Although, he was also starting to heat up elsewhere, as his pants
were unmistakably growing in front. This, of course, got my own cock to
start waking up.

Chad and I went about petting Lucy for a while, scratching behind her ears
and rubbing her belly.  Once she got over the shakes, she was very friendly
and easily warmed up to Chad. Petting Lucy eventually turned to petting
each other, which eventually turned to leaning over Lucy to kiss each
other. After several minutes of this, Lucy protested by nudging her nose
under my hand, as if trying to force me to pet her. Chad and I both
laughed.

"Let's go to your room," Chad propositioned.

"You sure, Squirt?" I said, studying his eyes for emotion. "We don't have
to. Are you sure you're okay now?"

"No, I am not okay, but I think I will be. And, I guess I know you're right
about stuff. I'm glad you explained it all to me."

"That's what I am here for, Squirt," I reached out, caressing my brother's
shoulders as I went on. "I want you to have all the experiences you deserve
to learn your way. And when you need me to lean on or talk to, I'll be here
too." Of course, I had left out any parts about me being jealous, or
professing I was in love with Chad in his absence, knowing that I needed to
deal with that alone and that it would only make things harder or Chad when
he got another chance to explore with someone.

Chad did not seem to be paying as much attention now, as his eyes had
locked onto my groin.

"I hope you will still be there when I need other things too," he said,
reaching out and squeezing my groin.

I grabbed Chad by the hand and we sped down the stairs, tearing off our
clothes and throwing them on the stairs. Lucy followed, sniffing each
clothing item to investigate why we had decided we no longer needed
them. Ultimately, she followed us to my bedroom and took her place on her
bed, as if she knew this activity was not going to include her.

By the time Chad and I fell into my bed in each other's arms, I was naked
and he was down to his underwear. My bed was still stripped from me needing
to wash my bedding.  Chad immediately positioned himself on top of me and
started to scoot his body up into a sitting position, his cotton- clad
buttocks on my chest.

"Intoxicating, did you say?" Chad asked curiously, looking away, pretending
to be disinterested in my eyes, which were boring a hole into the front of
his underwear.

"Fuck yeah," I replied burying my face in the cotton of his underwear,
nuzzling his cock and balls with my nose. His aroma was like a sex drug. It
made me feel like I was going lose control every time I smelled it.

Before long, Chad's underwear had somehow found their way to the floor and
the head of his beautiful cock had found its way to the back of my
throat. I was sucking my bro with my usually fervor, while massaging his
balls with one hand and tickling his asshole with the other. I gave long
thought to fingering Chad, but I did not think he was yet ready for anal
sex.

"Uhhhmmm, Chris. Oh, yeah, bro. That's awesome, Chris." Chad went on
uttering his praise and thanks for my ministrations. After several minutes
of this, I pulled off Chad's cock to lick his balls gently and to get some
air.

"I think you've grown, little man," I said, admiring my brother's dick as
it bobbed in front of my face.

"You think?" Chad asked, looking down at his cock proudly and jutting his
chest out a bit, emphasizing his manliness.

"Yeah, have you measured recently?" I asked.

Turning red again, Chad admitted that he had and that he had grown almost a
half an inch in 6 months. I was impressed. I was hungry! I was thirsty! I
went back to sucking his gorgeous, now six-and-a-half inch cock. It was
beautiful watching his body rotate in perfect rhythm with mine as I sucked
more and more of his growing manhood into my mouth. If I could have
swallowed his soul, I would have, just to bring us closer
together. Instead, I got to swallow the next best thing. HIS CUM!

Chad moaned loudly as he began to fill my throat with his sweet cum. I
swear I have never tasted cum so sweet in my whole life. I swallowed and
swallowed until Chad was dry and his body was shivering from ecstasy. When
he was finished, he flopped down on the bed next to me.

"Damn, that was hot. But, you know, we should probably give Lucy some
attention too. Let's take her for a walk so she can see the
neighborhood. Besides, she probably needs to use the bathroom and we're
going to need to get used to walking her and cleaning up after her for
that."

With that, we both yanked our clothes back on and grabbed the new leash I
had bought, which seemed to be all the cue Lucy needed. She bounded from
her bed and we were out the door hitting the neighborhood in no time.