Living as dog -- Chapter 1 -- HIS NAME NOW IS COOLASS.
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My hand was full with hibiscuses, which I was throwing into a woolen bag I was carrying. Me, Denver Anzarda, worked as a botanist and I was in charge of picking up flowers and later we analyzed them and classified them. I worked in a laboratory. It was the first time I came up to the mountains. It was a difficult road but not really dangerous. I'd crossed some houses on my way up here. There were wide roads and well asphalted.
I am from Peruvian origins. 30 years old now and I had an older brother who was 32 and both my brother and I, two orphans from very young, moved one day to our country since I had found a good job as a botanist here and shared a house. Tom didn't work formerly but here he found a job in a grocery.
I changed direction and moved right on one sharp end of the mountains, for even if it is not often that we can find them in our continent, I had been told I could maybe find angel's trumpets flowers up here.
I passed a large flourishing villa where I saw there was a totally nude man, probably having a nap then. Well, nothing to object. The house had an enormous fence and a little iron door but I think he was asleep and didn't see me. So I continued walking.
Soon after I did find them! They were angel's trumpets flowers, actually they were B sanguine, that's the name of the species. They're of the family of solanaceae. I put on some gloves first, picked up a couple of them first and took them into the bag. I had to be careful now for I knew all parts of the angel's trumpets are toxic to humans, dogs and cats. Hummingbirds are usually drawn to the plant flowers and fragrance. I don't know why their red reminded me of my brother's usual pullovers for red was his favourite colour. I realized then that again I was crying my eyes out.
Tom had told me one night that he would go to the cinema with some friends, but he didn't return home. Well, that did not surprise me. Maybe he was sleeping with a hot girl that night. But he didn't come home either the next day and I became a little anxious. I phoned him then but there was no response. Since the next day he still hadn't returned, I went to the police and they started investigating his last movements and he never appeared. Deep inside, I felt he was alive, but where was Tom Anzarda? What had become of him?
It was two weeks later that I had my cam on for I was talking to one of my colleagues when I don't know how I had somebody whose nick was Toman wanting me to speak to him, her, on cam. Something made me answer that call for I thought: could Toman stand for Tom Anzarda? Well, I started watching the person who was on cam and it was Tom indeed.
-Hi, Denver, I'm alive and kicking. I cannot tell you much about myself, but I have to contact you so you can record this video call and ask the police not to bother anymore in looking for me.
-But Tom, where are you? Wouldn't you tell me?
-I'm really happy at my life now. All I can tell you is I'm living the life I always secretly desired to live. I'm happy, Denver, really happy. I love you, brother. Probably you'll see me on cam some more times. Goodbye.
And that was all. I was at least happy that he was alive but I racked my brain wondering what Tom would be doing now. It really comforted me to have seen him with a happy look. Wherever he was and whatever he was doing, he was happy, I was sure about it.
In these past three years Toman has contacted me ten more times and sometimes we'd had longer conversations but he never tells me anything about his life. He just asks me about mine and tells me he misses me, to which I answer that I also miss him a lot and beg him to trust me and please tell me things about himself, but he never does.
With a bag full of hibiscuses and angel's trumpets I resumed the road back and I crossed again that solitary house and the naked man was still sitting on his chair but was awake now. He seemed to be talking to someone and suddenly threw a stick, which fell in the interior of his house, beyond a very spacious garden where he was sitting. Instantly a totally nude boy approached him and went to the interior of the house to pick up the stick. He seemed to be a human dog for the man, for I saw him coming back running on all fours with expertise and barking. I should have run away then. They were obviously a gay master and his human dog. I wasn't shocked but I'd rather give them some privacy.
-Come to my dick now, Coolass. I want to fuck you again --I heard the man say. He was about 40 and looked at his human dog with horny eyes.
-Woof --I heard the human dog answer, and instantly he jumped to his master's dick. They had begun to fuck. I had almost reached the opposite end of the iron gate when the human dog turned a bit his head and I saw his face then and I couldn't believe what I was watching.
-Tom! --I shouted then with the loudest shout I've uttered in my life.
Instantly the human dog saw me and I heard a pitiful howling. Later I would know he talked to his master mainly in a dog language, but if he wanted to say something, first he howled pitifully and later his master would tell him as he told him now.
-Of course, Coolass, you can speak.
-That boy at the door, Sir, is my brother Denver. Oh, please Sir, let him in, I'd love to talk to him.
His master used his remote control and opened the door to me then. Only a few steps and I was finally in, crying now that I was watching Tom again after three years and he seemed as happy as he used to tell me. Now I know the life he had told me he'd always wanted to live. So my brother was a human dog! And apparently his name now was Coolass.
-Denver Anzarda I assume --his master then told me and shook my hands still fucking his dog, my brother-, my name is Percival Wells. Hope you call me Percy. I'm a banker and rich, as you can suppose watching this flourishing villa. Hope you don't mind I keep on fucking Coolass, that's his name for me and he likes it. There's nothing worse than being interrupted when you're fucking and having to stop.
-You can go on, Percival --I still didn't dare call that stranger Percy. Tears covered my entire face and that's all I cared about now. Tom was alive and kicking and was happily being fucked by that man.
-Let's do something, Coolass. You know you can always speak to me in your human language but you know we also have a code and I'd rather you answer me in your dog language...
-Woof --Tom answered his master. Obviously it meant yes, sir.
-But of course you can speak all you want to your brother so that he knows that all we do is voluntary, that you're free.
-So happy to see you again, Denver --he told me with his master's dick deep in his ass-. Probably you're shocked now.
-Tom --I addressed my brother-, you can look at my face and see a lot of tears now bathing it. I'm so happy that you're alive and happy, as you usually told me on cam and that's the only thing that matters to me now. Believe me, brother, you could have told me and I would have respected you.
-I know Denver that I would have had your respect if I ever told you I'm gay, but I never dared tell you nevertheless. But I couldn't tell you that my secret dream my whole life was living as a dog. And soon Master Percy contacted me and we met and he brought me here. He's really sweet with me; he doesn't beat me, punish me or humiliate me. He just makes me live the life a dog could live. I have my kennel but I can move freely through the house and we have at least a coffee a day when we both speak like humans. And I haven't had any clothes on in three years, except when I have talked to you on cam.
-Nothing shocks me, Tom. You can live the life you prefer. I only wished I would not lose you again. Wish I could come here every day, talk to you and see you, even if I see you naked or being fucked.
-You may come here every day, Denver, of course. Do you have a car?
-I do and it's parked half a kilometer below.
-So of course you may cum daily. He's your brother and you respect him and love him. All I care about now is that the police never meddle in our affair. I'm cumming now, Coolass. Now you will know why I give that name to your brother.
I noticed Percival was cumming and next Tom took his dick out of his ass and turned, showing me his butt.
-I understand now why he calls you like that, Tom --I smiled at him-. Just be happy, always happy and proud.
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