This chapter begins the sex which will be prominent in all later chapters, I hope. Readers are reminded that stories containing sex may be off limits to them if they are too young by the rules where they live, or if it offends them.
Dick
Desert Tales
Chapter 2, Sex or The Dog Did It
Bob's excuse:
One day a small, hungry looking dog appeared at the front door. It raced me to the front door, wagging its stubby tail, and giving me encouraging looks. I couldn't resist reaching down and petting him. Its short coat did nothing to hide the terrier's skinny body. It was all skin and bones. I couldn't resist, so I picked him up and carried him into the house, heading right toward the refrigerator. Yes, he's a male.
I know, dogs aren't supposed to get leftovers, but that's what I had to give him. I cut up a bit of chicken breast and put it on a plate on the floor. He attacked it so fast I knew he was really starved. I tried to slow him down so he wouldn't get sick, but as soon as I put it down for him, he picked up the biggest piece and started chewing rapidly.
I gave up on trying to slow him down and got a bowl, filled it half way with water and put it beside the chicken plate. When he finished the first piece of chicken he drank some water, then returned to the chicken. In no time at all the chicken was gone and he had drunk much of the water. Then he looked at me, wagged his stubby tail, and rubbed against my leg.
I was hooked. That little guy had to be cared for. I'd never had a dog, or a cat, not even a bird, and I wanted him to stay with me. I took him to the bathroom, ran some lukewarm water in the bath tub, then gave him a quick bath. Despite being skinny, his body was surprising clean, no sign of fleas or any of the pests the desert produces. I dried him, then carried him to the living room, sat down in my favorite chair and petted him. He looked at me with those soulful eyes, and I was hooked.
Uncle Ralph came home shortly, saw us, came over and petted the dog, then asked whose dog it was. I admitted I didn't know, and told him the story of finding the hungry dog on our doorstep. Uncle Ralph said, "It looks like he was abandoned. That happens all too often here in the desert. Do you want to keep him?" Of course, I said I did, and he answered, "Then he's yours, but you have to get him some dog food and a collar with our phone number on it. Do you need some money?"
"No, I have all that money in the jar."
"How much is in there?" I didn't know and looked blankly at him. "Well, get the jar and we'll count it. You shouldn't leave money around when we have strangers coming in all the time."
I got the jar, took it to the kitchen table, and we began to count the money. It was a lot. At $1,000. we were still counting. The total came to more than $2,500. I was shocked. Uncle Ralph decided I ought to put that in a bank account, but I had never had a bank account, so he took me to his bank. The people there were very nice, took my money and gave me some checks to use until the printed checks with my name and address arrived in the mail. At 18 I had become a respectable citizen with a bank account.
We stopped by a grocery store and got the dog some dried food. After reading the labels, I figured out that he needed something small to eat, and something healthy. I bought it and rode home in Uncle Ralph's car holding the sack of dog food that was bigger than my dog.
"What's his name? Have you given him a name?" Uncle Ralph asked me.
I hadn't given him a name, but the cute little guy seemed so perky that I decided that would be his name, Perky. Back at the house I said his name to him several times and he seemed to respond, so Perky it became.
Perky fitted in well with our lives, and never bothered Uncle Ralph when he had a trick. I did all my tricks away from home. When he had a trick I often took Perky to the back yard and mowed the lawn, or pruned back shrubs and flowers. I wanted to keep it neat, though none of Uncle Ralph's tricks ever saw it, and we didn't spend much time out there in the Summer. Still, I liked to see it looking nice.
One day I was sitting down, looking at the work I'd done when Perky ran to the back fence and started to bark. He kept barking for quite a while, then went through a hole in the fence and quit barking. I knew there was a motel over our back fence, but I'd never been there. I did my tricks downtown. I called to him several times, but he didn't answer.
There was nothing to be done but go around the block to the motel and try to find Perky. I walked around our block to the motel entrance. It was a very hot day and I was soaked with sweat when I got to the motel's office. I explained about my dog going through the fence and asked if I could search for him. The clerk on duty told me I could. I went around the motel's building, circled around to the back side, and found Perky. He was lying on top of a bitch, I think it was a female, with a satisfied look. I guessed he'd fucked her good and hard.
I carried Perky to the office, explaining that I'd found him in the back, screwing another dog. "Oh, that's Lady, but he's really a male, just a gay male who likes to be fucked."
"You're soaked. Let me get you some water before you dehydrate. I have water here for Lady that your dog can drink. Why don't you sit down in that chair by the door while I get you some water, and I'll top off the dog's water."
I sat down in the comfortable chair, accepted the water gratefully, and took a big swig. The motel seemed very quiet. I asked him how his business was. He told me he wasn't the owner, the owner had disappeared a while back, and the bank that held the mortgage put him in charge. He had a job waiting, so this was his last week at the motel, and he didn't know who would take over.
I asked him how the owner could have just walked away, and he told me how the owner didn't like gay men, didn't want them in his motel, and never promoted it as "clothing optional." Of course, in Palm Springs that's what most of the motel guests want. So, he guessed the bank would just close it up, let it sit, and hope somebody would want it.
That was enough for me. I finished my water, thanked the clerk, whose name was Ray, took Perky into my arms and headed home. At home, Uncle Ralph had just finished taking a trick around the world. They both came into the living room with cocks dripping the last of their cum. The trick put on his clothes and left. As Uncle Ralph walked by I grabbed his cock and licked up the last of the leftover cum. It was sweet.
"Uncle Ralph, I'd like to talk business."
"Sure, Bob, what's the business?"
"The motel over the back fence has been abandoned by the homophobic owner. The grounds and building have been let go, there's work to be done, but it doesn't look to be major. The bank that holds the mortgage has a clerk there until the end of the week, then he's leaving for another job. The bank will probably close it down and let it sit empty. I'd like to talk to the bank, find out what they want for it, and maybe take it over and see if we can make a go of it."
"First, Bob, let's go over it thoroughly, then we'll know what shape it's in. I just might want to cut back on my tricks and see if I can make a go of it in a legit business.
We went back to the motel, leaving Perky at home, to be sure that we would be able to concentrate on the motel, not its horny canine slut.
Ray, the clerk, was happy to let us inspect the motel. Nothing was going on, no motel guests, and nobody else was interested in it. The pool looked good. There was furniture around it that could stay until we could replace it. Some of the rooms could use some paint, but all were in reasonably good shape, with good furniture. Some of the bathrooms had leaking faucets, but we had learned to do minor plumbing on our own house, so replacing faucet washers was not a problem. The linens were still usable. Now we were ready to go talk to the bank.
"I was hired by Universal Bank, and I have the name and phone number of the man who is handling this property. Here it is." We copied down the information the clerk gave us and headed home.
"Bob, as I see it, the bank had to foreclose, and nobody else wants it. Let's see if we can make a deal with them. It's in pretty good shape, just needs a bit of paint and some promotion." Ralph called the bank and made an appointment with the man whose name was on the card. He put on a very tight t-shirt that revealed his hard nipples and muscular chest. His shorts were very tight. I was sure he didn't wear undershorts, for you could see the outline of his beautiful big cock as he walked.
The deal:
The bank's man in charge of the property was eager to see them. His office didn't look busy. In fact, it looked like the bank was about to close that office. That was confirmed when one of the employees talking on the phone said this week was their last week in Palm Springs. All of their work would be transferred to the Arizona office in Phoenix. That was good news for us.
The man looked at Ralph's cock as he walked to the man's desk. You could almost see him drool. "What can I do for you gentlemen today?" he said, while keeping his gaze on Ralph.
Ralph explained he was interested in the motel over our back fence. The man smiled and said, "That's a good property, just waiting for some TLC. Please sit down here," pointing at the chair in front of his desk. When he saw Bob, he asked if they were together, and when Ralph said they were, he invited them to follow him to the conference room. There they sat facing, all three of them.
Kevin, he told Ralph and Bob his name, would stare at Ralph's package, then shift over to staring at Bob's, who was wearing very short shorts and no underwear, and Bob was sure his cock and balls were visible. Kevin finally had to look at Ralph's face and tell him what the bank wanted for the property. Ralph scratched his cock and it began to grow. Kevin cleared his throat and said he thought Ralph wanted to go to the men's room, and he would lead the way.
When they got to the men's room, Kevin locked the door with the two of them standing close. Kevin rubbed Ralph's cock through the fabric, dropped to his knees, pulled Ralph's shorts down and quickly grabbed the hard cock rising toward him. He leaned forward, opened his mouth and sucked Ralph's hard cock. Ralph's precum always came fast, so Kevin got to enjoy the taste before he had even gone all the way down on Ralph's cock.
Kevin's tongue tickled the underside of Ralph's cock, running from the head to the base where Ralph had shaved his pubic hair. Kevin's right hand seized the middle of Ralph's cock while his left hand pulled down his own zipper and extracted his cock from the layers of clothing that covered it. Both hands moved in sync, right hand beating off Ralph, left hand beating off Kevin, and his mouth opened wide to receive Ralph's 6" cock.
Kevin was extra horny that day, cumming long before Ralph. Kevin just kept beating off Ralph and sucking his cock, pushing down to the base, then retreating back to just holding the head of the cock in his mouth. Kevin kept beating his still-hard cock and managed to cum a second time just as Ralph flooded his mouth with cum. Kevin's tongue moved Ralph's cum around his mouth, then swallowed it with a satisfied grunt.
Carefully cleaning the last of Ralph's cum from the head, Kevin kissed it, then pulled Ralph's shorts up to cover his package. Kevin told Ralph not to step back, for he, Kevin, had shot two loads between Ralph's legs onto the door. Kevin stood up, wiped his cock with a paper towel, put his cock back into his shorts, straightened his clothes and zipped up.
In a very proper, business like fashion, Kevin led Ralph back to the conference room. His smile ran from ear to ear. Upon entering the conference room, Kevin asked Bob if he needed to visit the men's room. Bob could see the smiles on both Kevin's and Ralph's faces, so he knew they had played in the men's room. He shook his head, no, and said he'd take a rain check.
After the sex in the men's room Ralph knew he could get a very good deal on the motel. Kevin told them the asking price, then even admitted that the bank would take much less just to get it off their hands. Ralph made a low offer, and said he could get financing from his own bank. Kevin took a deep breath and said he would forward the offer to the Vice President in charge of property disposals, and he thought it would be accepted.
With handshakes all round and wistful glances at Ralph's package, Kevin led the two men to the front door, stating he would try to have an answer for them the next day, then inviting them to call if they had any further questions.
Ralph drove them back to their home. When Perky greeted them at the door, Ralph said, "Perky, it's all your fault if we're making a dumb move."
It turned out to be a very wise investment. And, yes, they got it at a very good price, some might say a steal.
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