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Hamish didn't follow us – he got it, like he got most everything I did. Instead, when I turned to look back when we'd got far down the hall, Hamish had opted for some self-gratification of the type that is available to dogs easily . . . and to very limber, long-dicked men. Talk about a dog's life!
When we got through into my bedroom, Tony shed his sweatshirt, boxers and sweats almost immediately, and I enjoyed the sight of his rippling muscles under his beautiful soft pelt as his body was again presented to me. He saw me looking – and I was gawking, not attending to my own undressing at all because I couldn't take my eyes off him – and grinned. "I like," he said simply, and stood there showing himself to me but not flaunting it.
"I'm glad you like teasing me, Tony," I joked, pulling down my sweats and boxers under them and freeing my hard cock to flop out, front and center.
Tony licked his lips a little and softly moaned. "GOD!" he finally said, after he'd looked at my raging hardon while I stood there with my hands on my hips.
I got my sweats over my ass and let them fall, kicking out of them ungracefully as I pulled off my shirt. Tony was still just standing there naked, looking me over with a look of awe that I thought was unwarranted, given his own physique and beauty.
He moved onto the bed and moved back until his back was against the tall headboard I only liked in concept, because as I'd found out earlier, the top was too high to hold onto for leverage if you had a HOT STUD in your bed fucking him. WTF good was the headboard?!
Tony deliberately splayed his legs out in front of him, his knees up, feet flat on the sheet, and his beautiful fuckhole exposed enough to give me trouble maintaining even breaths. His big cock bobbed out there, too, and his big, hairy nuts swung just above his hairy, welcoming hole.
He got a devilish look on his face, and I wondered what filthy things he was thinking. Whatever they were, I was hot to participate in each and every one of them.
"I was going to tell you I was keeping the sweats you gave me to wear," he said, incongruously. He gave it a beat to ensure I really was thrown off. "They're the softest, nicest sweats I've ever had on." Again he gave me time to adjust to this diversion. To further torment me, he took his index finger and swiped it on the head of his cock, pulling it down, straight out toward me, and letting it go so it smacked his abs, leaving a small splat of wetness.
"Fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkk," I growled, still standing there, my brain caught between apparel and sex with the hottest man I'd been with in as long as I could remember.
"But then I realized," he continued, shocking me back from my stare at that spot of precum on the soft fur of his abs, "That a much better idea would be to keep the ones YOU were wearing." His eyes were smoldering as he said it, just like my balls, and as if he knew that, he lazily rubbed his heavily-packed sac enough to make his balls roll a little and his hole twitch.
"You really know how to work a guy, don't you Ton?" My voice was low, and my body was awash in aesthetic appreciation for him, my cock and balls' desire for him and the thought of him wearing my sweats after I had.
"Come here," he said, and he moved away from the headboard, got on his back and hung his head off the side of the bed.
I walked to him – there was absolutely nothing else I could do. I planted my legs on either side of his head, my balls dangling close enough over his face that I felt his breath. A new shiver went up my spine, undoubtedly emanating from the very base of my cock, but I was too far gone looking down at his long, muscular, furry torso, crotch and legs to think that clearly.
Instead of licking my balls, Tony turned his head and gently rubbed his face against my inner thigh. "Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned as he did it, and I watched a big dollop of precum emerge from his twitching cock.
It felt amazing, and when his ear brushed the bottom of my hanging sac, I almost lost my footing. Tony helpfully reached back and put his hands on my thighs as if to steady me, but all it did was cause the outside of my thighs to hum with electricity like my inner thighs were where his face rubbed me.
He started gently rubbing up and down my thighs, from my waist down and back up, occasionally over my ass, and I thought I might just cum all over him right there, I was so excited. And all the while his face rubbed one inner thigh, then the other, his ears brushing my sac, and his low moan continuous.
I saw the first drop of my precum fall onto his upper abs, and I imagined it sizzling as it fell through his fur and puddled in the ridge between his very defined muscles. "Yeah, baby," he crooned between my legs, not breaking his movements, "Enjoy this as much as I am," he told me. And I watched his own cock drool an even huger glob out and lower on his furry abs. "MMMMMMMMM," he moaned louder, at the same time gently squeezing my butt cheeks.
"Tony, I really want . . . " I started, but I wanted everything and I also wanted this to just go on forever, so I didn't know what to say. He took a long swipe over my sac and then sucked lightly on my balls, ending any coherent thought I had. "OH FUCK!"
As he rubbed his face again against my inner thigh, he told me, "ANYTHING you want, Todd – I'll love anything you want to do with me or to me." And just as I was about to catch my breath, he added, after his tongue swiped my balls again and he sucked them harder that time, "And I damn sure want to do EVERYthing with you." That time his hands went down to my calves and grasped them firmly before again rising to my butt cheeks and the small of my back and up it as far as he could reach.
Both of our cocks were flowing precum, and his abs had a considerable puddle on them. I finally bent enough to scoop up a couple of teaspoons worth of his it seemed like. The feel of his gooey fur and his hard abs as I did it made me feel like my hand was cumming. And then he pulled his knees back to his chest, and I knew he wanted me to lube him with his own natural lube.
I bent farther, to reach over his raging cockshaft and heavy hanging balls to that sweet pucker I knew well by that point. As I did, Tony licked up my crack and over my hole, sending stars through my head. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he said, loudly licking his lips, and went back in.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" was my reaction. And somehow I continued my mission, my slick fingers finding his slightly swollen pucker. It burned the tips of my fingers, and that heat went up my arm and into me to stoke the already burning fires Tony was causing with his hands and face against my skin and his tongue, now inside me.
When I entered him with two fingers, it was more him pulling me in than me penetrating him. "AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" he moaned loud, and his body arched and then he pushed farther onto me. "USE. SOME. OF. YOURS," he spit out through gasps.
"We shouldn't," I said, and to distract him I pushed farther in and touched his prostate with my middle finger. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he exclaimed with another involuntary full-body spasm that I felt in his cheeks between my thighs as well as enjoyed the sight of.
"I trust you," he told me, panting. "And I WANT it, Todd. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE," he begged.
I was torn, but I was also so excited I couldn't have maintained a responsible thought anyway. I scooped my own precum off his upper abs with my other hand and then wiped my fingers under my drooling tip and added to it, then I reached down and replaced my one hand with the other and slid inside him, mingling our lube inside him.
I went all-in and massaged his knob then, without stopping. His cock responded with every change in pressure, bobbing over his abs, leaking like a running faucet, and his body writhed under me. While he had his hands spreading my cheeks as far as he could and his tongue WAY UP INSIDE me, I put my free hand down and felt the contours of his amazing torso and enjoyed the feel of his muscles rippling and rolling against my palm.
Muffled against my asscrack and challenged with his tongue inside me he said something like, "MMMMmmm ggrrruuuhhhhhh kkkkkkkkkkk." Then he shoved his face farther into my crack, his tongue even impossibly farther inside my hole, and his body started contorting wildly, his ass clenching my fingers in tight spasms as his cum started blasting up his body. "MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" he cried up into me.
"OH FUCK YES!" I cried, and the sight and feel and sound of him was amazing. I knew that if I touched my cock I'd blast my load, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to or just wanted to enjoy this amazing sight of this HOT young stud's pleasure at my hand, literally.
Tony didn't allow me to make the choice. In a deft move he pulled me back and leaned up and took the length of me in his mouth and down this throat. I felt my nuts, tight up against me, squished against his face, his eyelashes tickling me delightfully. "OH HOLY FUCK!" I shouted.
And just like that my balls erupted, and my entire body was pumping my essence down Tony's hot, wet, tight throat. Blast after blast ripped through my cock, and with each one my body racked and caused my hand to spasm inside him, knocking his prostate and making it seem like his muffled shouts were the result of feeling my cum blasting. It was fucking HOT! And how I had remained standing, I had NO idea.
Somehow we finally both disengaged, or rather I did, slipping my fingers gently out of his musclecunt and my cock out of his throat and mouth. Tony gasped a long intake of breath and then panted after.
When I looked down, I realized I'd slimed his face as my cock withdrew. I pulled him up by his shoulders, still on his back, enjoying the fuck out of his abs crunching as he helped, and then I bent down and kissed my cockslime off his face, gently, all over, and then pressed my lips into his.
He moaned loud when our lips met, and he flailed his arm up to get around the back of my neck to press harder into me. I couldn't help but laugh. We had all weekend, we had plenty of space, and here we were, him awkwardly hanging onto me by my neck, his abs tensed to help hold him up, my weak back taxed bent over him, and our mouths the wrong way over each other.
Tony laughed too, ultimately, and he struggled to get up and turned around, on his knees on the bed and he flung himself into me, in both a long kiss but also a full-body press. He pulled back suddenly and looked me directly in the eye. "I've never felt like this Todd. You're amazing sexy, and I just feel like you're perfect. I look at your body and want every part of you. I want to feel, taste, smell and enjoy every single surface of you! And I want to just sit and talk to you . . . "
Fortunately, as he kept on, Hamish picked that moment to race into my sitting room and throw himself at the door to my bedroom. That was his sign he either needed something – out, water, food, me – or just was tired of being left out. Tony's head snapped in the direction of the door, then he grinned and bounded off the bed. "Let me get him," he yelled back, bouncing buck naked across the room.
Hamish ran in and crossed the room right to me gave me a quick hug. I wondered what he wanted, since ignoring Tony, whom he obviously adored far more than boring old usual me, but then, after the quick Hamish-hug, he ran back to Tony and laid it on thick. And so did Tony.
I just stood there and smiled. Hamish had NEVER paid that kind of attention to the few men I'd had around him. In fact, if anything, he sensed they were tricks and gave them the Hamish version of the cold shoulder in protest of their invasion of his and my time together. But Tony was a different story altogether, and between the outrageous and shameful Hamish-hugging – both directions – and Hamish's overworked tail and entire hind quarters, it was clear they were wildly in doggie lust.
I also remembered that Hamish, with my friends and associates, had been outrageously spot on when he expressed doggy-disdain for any of them. One particular agent of mine, whom I wised up to far too long after Hamish figured it, came to mind. Hamish apparently sensed that he was a douchebag and actually growled at him the few times he came to the house, starting with the very first time. I'd have saved myself a far more complicated disentanglement if I'd paid attention to that very uncharacteristic behavior. Hell, Hamish didn't even growl at the squirrels and birds when he chased them; he barked with happy abandon, enjoying the chase and the game. Fortunately I hadn't had to test my interpretation because he'd never caught one! His breed, after all, originated to trap – and probably kill, but I wasn't sure – badgers!
Tony's changed tone made me pay attention to his words, which I'd let flow through my consciousness because he was doing his Hamish-talk, which, by the way, Hamish was eating up like a compliment slut, had changed to adult human tones. " . . . get men who sleep with you to get to this wonderful, fabulous boy?" he was asking with a grin toward me.
Although I hadn't caught the beginning, I got the joke. But I didn't have to answer, because my beautiful naked stud's attention was again fully on Hamish, and the "Yes he is a beautiful boy"s and "Who's the most fabulous boy? Hamish is! Yes he is"s were flowing freely again.
I allowed myself the completely premature, completely inappropriate, actually, thought that settled in my head behind my stupid grin. It would be wonderful to have both of them here, with me, in my life, in this house.
I shook that off when Tony told Hamish into his ear in a conspiratorial voice that he had to go pay some attention to "your daddy" so I didn't feel left out. Hamish took it well, but he obviously wanted to go out.
"Now that your love-fest is over, Hamish needs to get on to the business at hand – O – U – T," I spelled, not fooling Hamish a bit because he stopped and went to attention, looking directly at me for a sign that I meant what I'd spelled.
"Wow, he's smarter than I thought!" Tony smiled.
Hamish looked at him, momentarily, to check out the "he" in case it boded more than us talking about him, which he generally expected anyway. But his intent, just-hopeful-enough-not-to-impugn-his-dignity look returned to me.
I reached for Tony's boxers and sweats, the ones he'd been wearing, and tossed them to him, and then grabbed my own.
"Do we have to get dressed?" Tony asked.
My head snapped up as I processed the question. Tony walked over to me and ran his hand gently over my pecs and down across the abs I struggled to maintain then down the front of my leg. It was warm and hot and electric all at the same time, and I knew he didn't mean it, but his touch did that to me. It was unavoidable.
He looked at me with a soft smile, which was juxtaposed against the excitement he was eliciting in me. "I love seeing your body, Todd. And I love the way you look at my body."
It made me HOT all over again, and at the same time it took me right back to my stupidly inappropriate fantasy of Tom with me in my house . . . in my life. My cock was getting a hardon – and my heart was already there, no matter how I tried to fight it.
"Hey," Tony said, and I realized I'd been just looking at him but seeing my hallucination. "I can dress if you're more comfortable, no problem." He threw the sweats on the bed and went to step into the boxers.
I reached to stop him and felt the same spark when my hand hit his forearm. I squeezed, enjoying it, and Tony's smile went wide. I couldn't form the words, even to just say I would really enjoy just being naked with him. Hell I'd spent half my life in locker rooms – other men naked was as comfortable for me as clothed. Then again, Tony, naked . . .
"What I should have said," Tony filled the gap and also closed the gap between us, pressing into me and kissing my chin lightly, "Was that this is really, REALLY great, and I want to enjoy it in every single way possible while it's happening."
I blinked, and he was still there. This HOT man, this incredible stud, this intelligent, sweet guy who loved my dog and whom my dog loved, wasn't a hallucination. Which reminded me . . .
"No clothes it is," I said matter-of-factly. "But a certain someone – the one of us with four legs," I said with a gesture toward Hamish.
"As opposed to the ones with three legs," Tony laughed, grabbing my almost-hard-again cock and pressing it against his.
"I really need to let Hamish out, Ton," I said, but I SO didn't want him to let go of me. And I didn't want to have his body separated from me.
Hamish, however, had waited long enough. In a very Hamish way as far as demanding what he wanted, and even more so by showing off for Tony in a way he never did for me, he woofed up at us.
Tony grinned and squeezed our cocks together. "There'll be plenty more of this," he promised.
I found when we were downstairs and let Hamish out that I hadn't turned the patio heaters off when we'd come in before, so we stepped out, but we stayed close under the heater in the late, almost-sundown evening. We were both watching Hamish run out into the yard, and I was looking up at the patch of deep purple sky between the house and the trees. No stars yet, but it was going to be a beautiful night. It was already a beautiful night.
I looked back to Tony and caught him looking intently at me. He met my eyes and grinned. I liked it.
We could hear Hamish running around out somewhere back in the trees beyond the lawn up the hill. This time of year he thankfully wouldn't come back full of brambles and thistles and the crap that takes forever to brush out of his thick, short, curly fur. But I had the treed area cleared several times a year for that reason and also because of fires here where it was very dry.
Tony's big hand found mine, and he intertwined his long fingers with mine. I was surprised, and Tony felt it, but he didn't let go. "This okay?" he asked, looking out toward where Hamish's footfall was barely audible.
"Yeah," I told him and squeezed his hand. Very okay.
After a few minutes, just standing there, naked outside on my patio, under the heaters, Tony said to me, "Wouldn't it be awesome to be able to just run around many times a day? Just run out into your private play domain and run around and enjoy nature and not have a care in the world because you have someone who you know cares for you all the time and keeps you safe and loves you?"
He started out talking about Hamish, but I suspected he ended talking about himself. I stepped around to face him and hugged him, still holding his hand, my other arm around him. "This feels a little like that to me," I admitted to him.
Tony's eyes widened just momentarily, and then he just grinned. "Hamish doesn't get the great sex along with it," he observed, maintaining my gaze, pressed against me.
"No, and it's too cold to run around the yard naked," I laughed. "We're stuck here under the heaters, so I guess we and he are even that way." And then it hit me. "WAIT!" Tony started at my sudden shout. "Oh, sorry. But I just thought, well, we can go play in the pool. It's heated, and there's the Jacuzzi, too."
Tony was grinning even broader now. "You're full of great ideas tonight, Todd."
"Well," I said honestly, "I've had LOADS of inspiration tonight!"
Hamish picked that moment to trot back to us, his tongue hanging out. He went to his big crockery water bowl by the patio door and had himself a good drink. When he was done he looked over at us, and then he turned and went into the house.
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