Wagging the Tail
By BILLY JAYDEE
The first time I got introduced to Michael (The Dog) Rossi he wore a shear spandex one-piece outfit which was sort of a tank-top merged with tight knee-length shorts. His black hair was long and shaggy. A ready smile graced his tan face and a diamond stud his left ear.
His skimpy outfit revealed a thick chest, muscular arms, fine abs and ... did I mention his spandex outfit was shear and skimpy? ... two round balls topped by a sizable flaccid dick. We all crowded into a booth for lunch the moment after I got an eyeful. Our mutual acquaintances were a couple of straight guys who'd known him all his life. Mike was "lovely". His eyes sparkled as his deep, warm masculine voice spoke with joy at seeing his old friends after all these years. He was up here to work for the cannery this summer.
Then I didn't see him for a while. Word was the canneries were working 24/7 trying to keep up with the abundant early season salmon runs. His buddies hooked him up with another old friend who needed a roommate. I would see him walk past my little bachelor pad, his arm slung across his female roommate's shoulder. She was buck-toothed, flat-chested, slight of build and aged beyond her years.
Our mutual friends flat-out said their bosom buddy paid his rent with services rendered. He was a major horn-dog, according to them. They recited well-worn tales about him fucking his high school girlfriend in the old swimming pool, wagging his tail in the boy's locker room and about his constant nudity on every camping trip they'd ever taken as boys. He was always the first one in the water when "skinny-dipping" came up.
In high school he endeared himself with everyone and was so good with the ladies that rumor had it he screwed a couple of the teachers back then. And not necessarily the best looking of `em. They would entertain no questions about his sexuality. Besides, they noted, "he isn't wearing that stupid spandex crap any more." Now he wore a tank top and cut-offs. The seam on the right-hand side of his cut-offs was blown out and frayed so badly that the denim would flap in the breeze with every handsome step he took.
After a long rainy spell, the sun came out for the day. I intended to take advantage of the sunshine to work on my tan. I left the office on foot. I stopped at the liquor store for a half-rack of my favorite beer and headed for home. On the corner ahead stood the Dog and couple of sheepish looking Hispanic co-workers from the cannery. He did a double take when he happens to glance my way. His face beamed as he all but skipped to meet me.
"How's it hanging, Dave?"
While wondering if he meant the question literally, I responded "How can you complain on a day like this, Mike?"
As I spoke I raised my face to the warm afternoon sun, but in the process my smile started much lower than the horizon. He seemed to warm to my gaze; standing a little taller; his tank-top clad chest and hard nipples pushing out more.
He cleared his voice before asks hoarsely, "What you up to?"
"I'm going to go home to lay in the sun and drink beer," I replied with a smug smile while staring steadily into his dark eyes.
He had to glance away before commentting, "That sounds fun."
"Now if only I had someone to drink beer with me," I added confidentially.
"I could do that."
We ditched his foreign friends and I led the way home. He walked along at my elbow with a good ole boy line of chatter. The man has the gift of gab.
I suppose I should describe myself here. At 6'1" I'm several inches taller than the Dog, and my salt'n'pepper hair says I'm about a decade older than he. I'm thin with a hairy chest and blue eyes.
The backyard at my house was a work-in-progress back then. I'd cut back the salmonberry bushes surrounding the back of the house, sort of forming a hedge and tossed a little grass seed back there. In the middle of the resulting "lawn" I built an eight-by-eight platform. I led Mike there and left him in a chair with the twelve pack. I headed for the back entrance through the "mud room". I had to take a whiz and change clothes. You can bet I got back quick, with an old blanket and some throw pillows from the living room. Mike was already stretched out on his back in the sun, shirtless with his short-shorts unzipped. I could see his smooth tanned abdomen and thick dark pubic hair.
"Here we go," popped out of my mouth unbidden.
Mike rolled off the platform onto his feet in the wet grass. One hand held up his cut-offs as he used the other to help me spread out the blanket. As he bent to shake out the blanket, his dick popped out, okay more like "fell out". He, like me, was semi-hard.
He grabbed two of the pillows as he threw himself face down on the blanket. One throw pillow ended up under his right cheek and crossed wrists. The other ended up under his hips and I'm pretty sure the way he squirmed into a comfortable position, that his cock had totally wiggled out of his shorts and was probably leaking pre-cum on my blanket. His half-draped ass pushed up in the air by the pillow was really suggestive and my cock knew what it suggested. I wore nothing but a tee-shirt which I stripped off quickly and a pair of terry cloth shorts which did nothing but emphasize the hardon growing stiffer by the second. It was hot!
As I pulled the beer cans out of the half-rack box, Mike says in his deep voice, "How about some of that lotion you brought out?"
As I popped the tops, he glibly continued talking about nothing in particularly. He rubbed each arm down, then after squirting a glob into his left hand, rolled over on his right elbow and made a show of briefly rubbing down his torso and then actually stroking is cock. Lying back down, he took his beer, mumbled "Hmm, the shape is sort of familiar" and handed me the sunscreen.
"Would you do my backside?"
By now he was talking about having sex with his "landlady", as he called her, and their individual tastes. He quizzed me after describing each individual act to ask if I liked that sort of things. I was just dumbstruck by the whole conversation and the rapidity of his seduction. I was trying to lean forward and put some lotion on his shoulders, but my raging cock was jamming me something fierce in the abdomen. I manage to lamely dab a little whiteness on his shoulders and start working my way down.
"Don't forget the small of my back. I don't want the crack of my ass to get sunburned."
So saying he pushed his shorts back to his thighs, leaving me free to lube up his wagging ass. I rubbed it quickly and then threw myself on my back before anyone saw us. My cock was painfully wrapped in my shorts and to relieve the stress on my rod I let the head out of the waist band. I needed a drink of my beer!
"Nice cock," the Dog barks. "So we can sunbathe in the nude, can't we?"
I sprayed beer, which was actually kind of refreshing on my body, considering the heat. No one on the block had a fence. The house nearest us was owned by an old guy that rarely got out in his yard and the berry patch was thick and high between our houses. The other house next to me on the street was in decrepit condition. In order to hide the eyesore I planted willows on our common property line three years ago. What with the "special fertilizer" rolling out from underneath their house, the willows now obstruct the view from their windows of my property. That just left the house kitty-corner behind me. There's a clear view of a door on the closest side of their house. I never saw them use it.
"Sure. We can get naked." I said, wetting my lips.
I'm stared hard into his brown eyes as I raised my hips and shrugged my shorts to my ankles.
"You'll need sunscreen," he responded, grabbing the tube.
He was panting in the hot sunlight. Before I could say anything he lubed down my seven inch cock, complimenting me on how thick it is. He took a look around, wiggled his shorts to his knees, rolls over on his side with his luscious tan butt facing me and proceeded to guide my rod towards his hole.
"We should go inside," I gasped
"Yeah, good idea. Grab the lube, " the Dog said pointing at the sunscreen
He jumped to his feet, pulled up his shorts up, held them vaguely in place with his right hand between his thighs, waited for me to pull up my shorts and then with his left hand dragged me towards the house. We get through the door; he turned and pushed it shut behind me then turned again dropped to his elbows and knees on the throw rung. I'd admitted earlier that "doggie style" was my favorite. He wedged his head against the rough cut flooring. His hands reached back and pryed apart his ass checks. He offered me his ass right there!
I forced my cock over the hem of my shorts and aimed my sunscreen-coated helmet-head right for his hairless ass hole. His thick thighs pushed his backside towards me as he felt my cock approach. I dropped to my knees as Little Dave pushed down into him.
Literally, literally, my entire rod got sucked into his ass. (Ends up his Hispanic buddies from work were Central Americans whose concept of machismo was unaffected by fucking gay guys. When I'd come along with my half-rack, he'd been trying to convince them to blow-off free-gym day, so he could suck them off. They could get their work out on his ass as they had several times already in the last few weeks.)
Dumbfounded, I stood there on my knees not moving, more shocked by events than awed by the warmth of his ass.
"Fuck me, Dave!" he growled.
"Yeah!"
I pushed in deeper, pulled his butt close and then begin pounding and pulling his fine smooth ass.
Mike howled, literally a deep loud howl. "Ooooh! Wooooooh!"
"Cool!" I proudly exclaimed as I continued bouncing his butt off my cock.
"Fuck me, man!" he hollered from the floor. He lifted his head and shoulders a little, grumbling in pleasure and then bayed like a hound.
It suddenly dawned on me that the neighbor could hear him. Shoot, People on the street could hear. But, I was in the groove and wasn't stopping. I loved watching my cock come in and out of that hole. The sweat rolled off my face and plopped on his back side. He took a deep breathe for another howl and I shushed him while continuing to bang away.
"Sorry, man!" Mike barked.
He reached back with his left hand and grabbed mine. He pulled my hairy paw up and over his mouth, so he could continue to vocalize his pleasure. His right arm couldn't support our combined weight and his head and shoulders crashed to the floor. I slipped my hand under this right shoulder and continued banging away. He seemed even happier with that position. Spittle was thick on my left hand which he kept clapped over his own mouth. His right snuck back to his crotch and reached for his own cock.
"No, no, none of that" I panted, still humping my stiff dick into his tight asshole. "If you cum, you won't let me fuck you anymore!"
I grabbed his right hand as he was holding my left and curled it with mine under his shoulder. That didn't seem too comfortable for him. My knees were on the rough cut flooring rather than the rug and they were getting trashed. I wasn't anywhere close to cumming.
"Let's go to the bedroom," I urged.
He grinned up at me at that suggestion. But, we were too sweaty to climb into my bed, so first we hit the shower. This led to the Dog on his knees, sucking my six-inch hardon and me shooting my load sooner than expected. He swallowed it all and jacked himself off. His spurting cumload rinsed quickly from my hairy legs and down the drain.
Mike the Dog stopped by a few more times in the next couple of weeks so I could "wag my tail" at him. Then the cannery shut down for the season, his other fuck buddies went home and he needed it more often. I figured what with me corn-holing him regularly and him shagging his landlady regularly he was getting all the sex he could handle. Then his roommate caught him with her teen-aged daughter and the Dog headed south real quick.