The road trip with dad had been awesome. In one way or another, I pretty much got laid at every stop. But—the last was the best. As Brad and me loaded up in the truck at the rest stop on Rt 66, I asked dad ‘could we keep him’. Dad kinda chuckled, and responded “he’s not a puppy, Matthew”.
I laughed back at dad and offered, “well—sure he is dad. He sniffed me, he licked my asshole, he even pissed all over the floor ! Come on dad—I’ll feed him, and take care of him”!
Dad did a smirk, and shook his head back and forth. “Your new friend can stay a while of he wants, but by the time school starts you gotta get him home”.
AWESOME—I just got me a new dog, and a dog is what he was gonna be.
We get back to Tyler about noon Saturday, then dad had to jet right back out that afternoon. Great—alone with my new puppy already. I told Brad to kick back and relax a bit, that I had to go to the store. I return about an hour later with a fresh batch of supplies. Football practice started next week, and I would have to get back to my yards a well, as funds were starting to get low
I had brought some burgers from Dairy Queen, and some beer from the store. We settled down and scarfed down the food pretty quick. I guess Brad was getting excited about his up-coming adventure, but I doubt anything he was thinking was what I had on my mind.
“OK punk—the adventure starts now. From now on, you will be totally naked. You will run around on ur hands and knees. You will go outside to piss n s h I t. You will hike ur leg, and squat on your hind legs, just like a dog. You will not speak—just whine—whimper—yelp—and bark. Now—get outta those sweats, and get on the floor”. As Brad did as he was told, I fished out the new dog collar, and leash from the sack from the pet store. I placed the studded leather collar around his neck, and laid the leash on the table.
Taking a set back at the table, I stretched out my legs, crossing them at the feet. We both still stunk from the road, and my feet were still pretty funky—and dirty.
“Lick um” was all I said. Without hesitation, Brad crawls up to my feet, and sticking out his tongue, begins to lap and slobber at my feet and toes. I couldn’t help but laugh at his ass—he played the part so perfect. I just kicked back with a beer, and let him continue for about 15 minutes. Then I commanded him to suck on my toes, being sure to work his tongue between each one, and ‘get that funk’.
Brad was doing an awesome job, so to the point that I was now getting a bit boned up. I pop open a second beer, then poured a little bit over his head. Then commanded him to move up and get my dick in his mouth. As he approached, he reached up to grab my dick, but I smacked his hand away. “Get ur arms behind your back—dogs don’t have hands. Now get ur masters dick in ur throat, and swallow”. As soon as he did as I told him, I flash an evil grin, and cut loose. I had been holding back since I got back from the stores actually. And now with two beers in me, it was an instant strong stream of my sweet stinkin jock piss.
Brad looked up with an expression of protest, but I ordered him on–”drink up dog—swallow it down—and don’t spill it on my floor either—or you’ll get a beating”
Brad swallows down my load of piss like a champ. Not sure if it was talent, or fear, but either way—didn’t matter to me. Reaching for the leash, I clasp it onto the collar, and giving him a hard yank, direct him to follow me to the bathroom. Football started Monday, so I needed to shave the head on the side to bring the mohawk back out. As I stood at the mirror, I order Brad to crawl up behind me, and stick his nose in my ass crack. “Sniff me out dog—sniff me real good—and learn my funk. I want you to be able to find me in a dark room”. Brad did as told, and I relished the feel of his nose as it ran up and down my hairy funky crack.
As I finished up the mohawk, then turning around facing him, I order Brad to go over to the toilet and stick his face in it. I creep in behind him, and drop a load of spit and snot onto the head of my now raging cock. Grabbing him by the waist, I slam it in. Brad lets out the perfect yelp—just like a puppy. With no ‘warm up’ whatsoever, I begin slamming his tite greasy puppy ass like a bigger dog myself. His ass felt so great—he was tight, but he took my thick 10” of jock meat with ease. He begin to whimper some, and that just made me swell up even more.
After just a few minutes of pounding Brads hole, it didn’t take long for the magic feeling to take over. As my abs and thighs begin to tighten, and I started trembling, I sling an extra hard slam into Brads ass, and unload. About 7 shots of my thick heavy goo go sailing into Brads guts, so much that it starts leaking back out. I watched in amusement as the thick slim oozes back from his hole, dripping down the back of his hairy balls.
I yank my swollen cock from his ass, and grabbing his hair, spin him around and stick my dick back into his mouth. “Suck me clean, dog”. Brad swallows my thick low hangin cock back down his throat, and sucks off my jizz and his ass slime from my dick in just moments. Smiling at him, I just say ‘good boi’.
Dragging him back to the sink, I decided that he too needed a haircut. Grabbing the clippers, I shave his head, leaving just a mohawk, just like me.
I yank him by the leash, and guide him for the back door. “You need to piss boi—huh—you need to go outside”? Brad shook his head up and down, so opening the sliding glass door, we go out back. Lucky for me, our apartment was on the back row, so we had a small back yard that went back to a narrow creek, and some woods. Taking the leash off, I pat him on the head, and happily say “Ok boi—go find you a tree”
Brad lets out a slight bark, and goes ‘running’ towards the creek on his hands and kness. I like to have laughed my ass off. Finding one right on the edge of the creek bank, Brad goes up to it, and raising his left leg up, cut loose a stream only a dog could do, lol. He pissed for nearly a full minute.
Returning to the kitchen, I pat him on the head, and say “good boi: again. Fishing out a chocolate chip cookie, I hold it up in the air above his head, and drop it into his mouth. Brad chomped down on the cookie, and ate it up from the floor.
Suddenly there was a rap at the front door. It was still pretty early—only about 9:00 or so. It was Kelso and Patroni, by two best buds from football. As they enter the living room and see Brad, they instantly start laughing. “What the shit is this Matthew”? Asks Kelso. I respond with a big shit-eatin grin–”Well, dip shit—just what it looks like. This is Brad, my new dog. I found him at the rest stop in Oklahoma, so I brought him home. He’s really good at licking your toes, and ass crack. And he gives the most awesome head. And he loves to get fucked up his tite lil dog hole—really really hard. And oh ya—he also luvs cum and piss”
The bois just stand there, with there jaws open. “Matthew, dude—you are one sick pup” Patroni draws out rather slowly, as he grabs his dick and starts gently playing with it. “Well, actually guys, Brad is the sick pup, lol. Go ahead you guys—you can play with him—he will do anything you want. Im going into the kitchen and whip us up a chocolate cake”!
As I exited to the kitchen, Kelso and Patroni wasted no time in getting into ‘fun time’ with my new dog. I smiled and chuckled as I listen in on their commands—they were totally getting into it. After getting the batter into the oven, I go back to the living room to join them. We have our fun as each of us load up Brads ass with three more loads of hot jock jizz, then of course three loads of stinkin jock piss in his belly. Being a quick learner, Brad finally goes to the back door, and starts yelping.
Kelso and Patroni start laughing, asking what the fuck was he doing. “Jeez dudes—don’t you guys know anything ? He wants to go outside. Opening the back glass door again, Brad darts for the same tree as before. Hiking his leg against the tree, and cutting loose his own stream, Kelso and Patroni are laughing so hard now that they are turning red.
Firing up a big fat joint, and fishing out some beers from the fridge, we decide to settle down for a night of cards. I pulled the cake from the oven to allow it to start cooling down for the frosting. We have an excellent ‘bois night’ if you will, with an occasional patting on Brads head, giving him some more piss to drink, and throwing him a cookie on the floor. We play till about 4:00 in the morning, and the two friends decide to spend the night.
I grab an old sleeping bag from the closet, and wad it up into a ball. Walking out onto the back patio, I throw the bag into the corner of the back wall and the fence. Ushering Brad outside to his ‘bed’, I kiss him on the head, and tell him to have a good night. The look on his face was priceless—I guess he hadn’t figured that there was no ‘down time’ from his role as my dog. I close the door and curtains, and the rest of us crash out. Patroni and Kelso continued snickering for nearly another hour before finally falling off to sleep.
Sunday morning came actually about 1:00 PM. I rose and put on some coffee, and begin to scramble a dozen eggs—yep–hungry bois. I opened the back door to let Brad back in. As I set the plates on the table, and the eggs and hashbrowns and toast, I reach for the last paper sack from last nights shopping that was still untouched. Retrieving a can, I smile over at Brad, and playfully ass “You hungry boi—huh–you want some breakfast too”?
Brad, playing his part, sticks his tongue out, and starts waggin his ass back and forth. Sticking the can to the can opener, I open the can of Alpo. Grabbing another plate from the cabinet, and placing it on the floor, I empty the dog food onto the plate. Brad gets the most precious look on his face as he stares down at the plate of dog food, and then looks up at the rest of us as we dig into our eggs and taters and coffee.
“Good stuff boi—eat up”
Kelso and Patroni go into yet another laughing fit that they could hardly eat.
The next few weeks were going to be so much fun.