TIME-TO-SEE-28
The boys sat in the back seat with all 4 dogs, all of whom were too excited to sit down in spite of the shouts and commands from both boys.
"Douglas! SIT DOWN," Jilder shouted at his rather large dog with the big ears.
Nicky had decided his dog was named Lloyd, and he yelled, "Lloyd, over here boy! Right here; sit next to me!"
Well the poor dogs didn't know what to do. They pranced around and pawed at the windows and licked the boys faces and gnawed on each other....
"Awwwwww! Psh..." Jilder sputtered... "Don't lick me in the mouth! Uuuuugh!!!! .... That's nasty!"
"He don't know no better," Nicky offered. "Don't get mad at him. Look. He just wants to tell you how happy he is to be with you and all of us..."
"Yeah! Well he's gotta learn not to lick me in the mouth!" Jilder held his ground.
Then I screamed when 'SOMEBODY' hit the back of my head, "Boys! You've got to keep those dogs from hitting me. I'm trying to drive this thing, and I can't do it safely if the dogs are hitting my head."
"OoooKKKKKKKKKKK!" Jilder screamed with finality. "SIT!.... DOWN!" he commanded!!!
I don't think a single creature heeded Jilder's ultimatum, but he sure wasn't timid about attempting to take command and get things straightened out.
I reached over to Hugo who was sitting peacefully in the silence of his world, in the passenger seat, completely oblivious of any of the sound and fury going on in the car.
When he looked over at me, I pointed behind me gesturing frantically, repeatedly while mouthing the word 'STOP' 'STOP' 'STOP'...
He understood immediately and got up on his knees and leaned his formidable body over the seat, taking the two most energetic dogs by their leashes very close to their throats where he held them both within an inch of cutting off their breathing. Now THAT calmed things down quickly!
The little dog had jumped behind the boy's back seats and hid on the floor; so he was no problem. And Hugo's dog, as frisky as he was, got down on the floor between the boys legs and went into hiding too.
Now that's the way to calm a Sea! Just call Hugo.
Eventually we made it home. I began opening the garage door two blocks away. I wanted relief as soon as possible. As soon as the vehicle came to a lurching stop I lowered the garage door. Boys and dogs and Hugo and I all started climbing out at once! My God, we had to get organized and I do mean QUICK!
Nicky then ran to open the door into the kitchen dragging Lloyd inside behind him on his leash. "Here, boy; come on inside. We've got some nice food for you," Nicky said enticingly.
Jilder took command of Douglas in the manner that he'd just seen Hugo use: short leash held close to the neck... Well, THAT calmed down Mr. Douglas.
Hugo had to literally pull his dog out of the floor of the back seat to extricate him from the car. This poor dog was frightened of the raucousness he'd just witnessed, and wanted no part of the festive melee his canine brothers were happy to create.
And the same was true of Pepe. (I decided that his name should reflect his diminutive presentation in life.) Pepe would have stayed in the car all night had Hugo not contorted himself sufficiently to drag the poor pooch out from behind the back seat! Poor Pepe was actually trembling he was so frightened.
(I had no idea that dogs had such different and well-defined personalities... This was going to be a learning experience for me, you can be sure of THAT!)
First stop was the kitchen where feeding stations were assigned to each mutt. Not that THEY knew, but the boys had to know and use the same spot for each dog every time they fed them. That much I realized, in the interest of family tranquility: Don't let anybody eat somebody else's food!
There was a sloshing and slurping of water, a wagging of tails, a prancing around to inspect somebody else's food which didn't go over very well, and then the inevitable. I commanded, "Okay, boys, take em out into the back yard and turn em loose to go pee pee and poo poo... "(Where in the hell did I get THOSE terms? I thought.)
I walked quickly over to the kitchen door that led out into the back yard where the Astroturf waited. I opened it, turned on the flood lights, and yelled "Outside! Everybody outside!"
And to the boys I said, "Just walk out there with them. Don't worry about leashes outside. They can go to the bathroom anywhere and it won't hurt. We'll worry about the poop tomorrow.... That's the beauty of the Astroturf: "no fuss no muss no bother..." And both boys and dogs went thundering out, me shouting an afterthought to the boys:
"YOU GUYS! NO HORSING AROUND! I DON'T WANT ANY TRIPS OR FALLS OR EXCURSIONS TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM TONIGHT! NONE!!!"
"Okay, Kevin." Jilder yelled back
"Yeah! Dad we'll be careful," Nicky called back too.
"Kevin!" I said to myself. "Did you hear that? Nicky called you 'dad'. Oh, My, God, he meant it! How will I ever live up to that boy's good opinion of me? Oh, wow....," I thought, being pretty intimidated by this fluffy-red-headed, 12-year old kid!
Hugo didn't actually hear what was said, but he walked over to the backdoor with me and put his arm around my waist. We stood there together, and he turned and gave me a kiss on the lips.... And growled!
I closed the door leaving the boys outside with the dogs, and I picked up a pad and wrote to Hugo, "Growls tell me only one thing: they say, 'Wanna Fuck?' :-) "
And Hugo smiled, rubbed my nipple through my shirt, and shook his head in the affirmative with a big smile on his face.
In maybe 15 minutes the boys came back inside with all four dogs following them.
"They all went to the bathroom," Jilder reported.
"Yeah! They all pooped, but we didn't clean it up, like you said," Nicky added.
"Okay," I acknowledged. "Now there's going to be sleeping assignments. And I can tell you another thing that I just decided-- FOR EVERYBODY! Tomorrow I'm going to buy 4 wire kennels (those are large wire boxes with doors on the front) that we'll use for the dogs to sleep in. They'll be sort of like beds-in-a-cage that we can use when we want to keep the dogs quiet and out of trouble... We can also use them any time of the day, just as long as we don't make the dogs stay in there all the time."
"But tonight," I went on. "You guys will have to decide whether you want to take your dog into your room and let him sleep on your bed or on the floor--suit yourself. OR... (And I paused,) you can let your dogs join the other two who will be sleeping on blankets in the garage until I get their kennels tomorrow.
With that, I said to myself. "I think I'll just leave everything to chance and see what happens. These kids aren't retards. They know what's reasonable."
"Uh! One more thing, Guys. WHATEVER you do, you have to be careful of your retainers. You can't let the dogs jump on you and hurt your chest. Do I make myself clear?" I asked.
"Yessir" the boys said in unison.
"Okay. Now let's get to our supper. And I pulled out my already prepared Mexican buffet that everybody seemed delighted to find already warming on the stove."
Hugo and I lay it all out on the table in the breakfast nook, and one by one everybody scrambled in to take his place, the dogs were happy to explore the first floor of their new house. They even discovered the toys that Nicky had put down for them in the family room.
"Just ignore the dogs for now, guys." I said. "They'll take care of themselves while we eat..."
It was early, but everybody was in their bedrooms, if not asleep yet. The boys had even helped us clear the kitchen and played a while with the four dogs. The dogs ran up and down the stairs and back and forth from room to room upstairs, the boys giving chase.
The boys decided to let the dogs sleep in their rooms; so I told them to shut their doors to keep them contained until they took them out to pee in the morning.
The boys started out together in one room, watching television together with the dogs, but their plan was to go to their separate rooms when they wanted to go to bed.
I made a note to buy a child-protection gate that I could stretch across the hall at the top of the stairs. It would be the easiest way to keep the dogs up there when we wanted them to stay up there.
And with that, Hugo and I retreated into our room, I with a recollection of that growl before supper...
Our bedroom was dark except for the light from one lamp which glowed orange and cast a bronze sheen over Hugo face. Music played softly and only very, very remote thumps reminded us that somewhere in the distance were our boys, tucked safely away, while we discovered each other again.
Hugo stripped off quickly and stood there naked with his big, hairy body looking magnificent in the orange-glow. He looked in my direction and scratched his hairy belly and crotch. Little by little his penis began to erect, and by the time he had moved across the room to me, it was hard and shiny and oozing.
I had taken off my clothes almost as quickly as Hugo, and rubbed my chest and under my arms. For some reason, I craved touch tonight. My body was sensitive and feeling wonderful with each pass of my fingers.
Hugo approached me and reached out with both arms bringing me close to his body until we were touching at every possible point.
My nipples were stimulated as they nestled in the hair on his chest, and I felt his belly rub against mine and his penis probe between my testicles and my legs.
I squirmed, rubbing myself around on his wonderful naked belly and chest, and reveled in the wonderful feeling of his body touching mine. Even my thighs rubbing his huge, hairy thighs made me feel horny and long to feel his every part.
Hugo lowered one hand down to my buttocks and brushed along the cleavage down to my balls. I moved my legs apart somewhat allowing him whatever access he desired to my sensitive sexual parts.
Inside of my abdomen, just underneath the lowest point, the part covered by thick hair above my penis, yet just above the hairy stretch of crotch between my hole and my testicles, something there craved rubbing or even pounding. Something deep inside of my body wanted to be opened, fucked hard, and drenched with cum.
It was odd. I couldn't account for the feeling when I reflected on my physiology, but the craving was real and present in that place and radiated through my belly up to my chest where I wanted to be held and squeezed and embraced by Hugo. I wanted this man to help me answer the desire of my body to be fucked.
Hugo had begun by rubbing my nipples which sent me into paroxysms of desire. My legs spread wide automatically, and I'd craved his penis in my hole. He would put his tongue in my mouth and kiss me moving not only his mouth around but his entire body around massaging my every place, moving me to an even higher pitch of arousal.
He picked me up by placing both arms behind my thighs and lifted me into a seated position with his penis bobbing underneath me against my perineum and asshole. He squirmed around until the head of his penis was right on my hole, and then he allowed my body to drop right down on his penis, penetrating me with my own body weight.
And then we fell over on the bed, locked together in our embrace and in intentional, deep penetration.
The surroundings receded into non-existence. Only our bodies' sexual parts and the scintillation emanating from them occupied our consciousness.
And the fucking began. Hard, urgent, deep thrusts accompanied by grunts and groans from both of us. Two human animals absorbed in the beauty of sex in the cradle of profound love for one another. In and out, harder and harder, "fuck me harder, fuck me deeper," the rutting went on.
My inner craving seems only to be inflamed by the continual pounding, rather than soothed as the craving itself promised, like an itch promises relief when the scratching is applied. Not so here. "Fuck me more, fuck me deeper, ooohhhhh, rub my nipples, jack my cock, FUCK ME HARDER..." And we rutted hoping it would never end... The in and out of fucking went on and on...
Eventually Hugo reared up on his knees and jabbed his cock into me with a mighty thrust and screamed loud enough that I feared that the boys might be alarmed, and he came! Oh, God, Hugo came inside of me. Quickly he grabbed my cock and jacked me while still thrusting and in that instant I shot six squirts of semen between our bellies myself, adding the wet of my sperm to the drips of our sweat that hung on every hair on Hugo and me.
What a grand and magnificent fuck~!