Chapter 3 -- MY DOG SNIFFS ME.
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We were soon in my house and first I asked him to strip. Next he should be the one taking my clothes off little by little and sniffing parts of my body and if he liked any, he could lick them and even jerk himself off.
His mohawk had got a little wet again when he got out of the taxi and the water drops embellished the red in his hair. He wanted to be buck naked again before me, that was obvious, as obvious as it was that now both of us needed sexual contact with each other. His T-shirt came off in seconds and next he removed his trousers, then shoes and socks and when he finally pulled down his not too clean briefs, his new boner was even higher than any I had seen before in Frederick's house. That's why I called him Pistol just then, sure that he wanted to hear his dog's name.
-Come here, you sexy Pistol. Sit beside me and we'll first kiss endlessly and next you'll start stripping me but take all the time in the world and touch, sniff and lick everything.
Frederick came at once to the couch and sat next to me. I rubbed his mohawk and told him.
-Now bark, Pistol.
Instantly came his first woof as naturally as if he'd spent his whole life barking rather than talking. I got his face and approached it to mine and started kissing him. Frederick Pistol showed again clearly that this is what he wanted and had no hurry to end. But as we kissed and remembering what I'd told him, he started touching everything from my hair to my chin, delicately touching my ears, eyes and nose and now his tongue started dancing with my tongue.
He seemed in a hurry to see me naked again and sweetly he managed to take off my vest at once and his hands were learning to touch a masculine chest and even the sweat I still had on it. As he was touching me with a will, I perceived his hot smell of sweat then, convincing me that there's no smell in the world like a man's smell.
After an eternity, he stopped kissing me, but barking again, he first licked my shoes before removing then and later he sniffed my wet socks as if he was sniffing glory, took them off and later started licking thoroughly both my feet, not neglecting a single toe. I intuited that when I was finally stark naked, he'd lick everything of me in no hurry and I told him: later you'll lick everything you want in the order you want and for as long as you want.
Now after much licking, he spent at least ten minutes stroking my crotch, deliberately making me rock hard and I thought my dick had to get out somehow or I would end up having a hole in my trousers. But now as if he knew, he willingly pulled trousers quickly off and rested them on the couch. Now my hard dick was really out of my briefs and he touched it sensuously for a good long while with loud barks at the same time, the barks of a dog in heat. But I still don't know how he did it. All I remember is having seen my briefs on the couch too on top of my pants. He had so quickly removed them that I didn't even see him doing it. I told him now.
-Wait for me here a minute, Pistol.
I went to my bedroom and came half a minute later holding something in my hand. I showed him and he barked happily.
-This is poor Nero's collar, Pistol, that now I'll place around your neck.
I did it quickly and it was so hot to see Frederick, now Pistol, on all fours, totally nude, his mohawk still shining with water and his naked chest shining with sweat, with a dog collar on his neck, and barking.
-Now you can do whatever the fuck you want, Pistol.
And still on all fours, he barked stridently now and gratefully rested his tongue on my balls.
I saw him happily licking my balls as if they were his daily dog food and with security, he started running his tongue up my cock and started barking again but I noticed he wanted to say something.
-Of course, Pistol, you can stop barking and utter whatever you want in your human language.
-Then Scot, be sure I will return to your cock soon but I have the intention of knowing the taste of your sweat in your mohawk.
I nodded and that's all Frederick needed to start resting his tongue now in my hair at the time he said.
-How sexy you are, Scot and what a beautiful mohawk and the sweat here tastes as some indispensable food for a hungry dog, woof!
He spent a couple of minutes tasting my hair till his tongue came slowly down my forehead, ears, nose and mouth, where of course I kissed him passionately again.
Now he was for a long while sniffing my pits and I thought he faltered and didn't like the smell, but he was rock hard and harder he became when his erotic tongue started to lick them and now he told me he had to jack off with the smell. I encouraged him to do it, for I was eager to see Frederick cumming again. His masturbation went faster and faster till suddenly I saw his dick shooting a huge load and Pistol admitted later that he would have liked to last longer, but the smell and taste of my armpits had been stronger than his dick.
With no pause I saw him now licking my feet. The smell of my own feet reached my nose and I thought they stank but Pistol started licking them in earnest and relishing the aroma. After a short woof, he told me.
-Dogs love the smells of their masters and whenever they sniff them, they know they belong to one, so that's my intention, really: belonging to Scot Russ, being Frederick, his friend or more, and Pistol, his human male dog.
He continued licking my feet as he was talking and suddenly his hot dick erupted again. He'd said "belonging" and oh, how I wish you belonged to me, Frederick Pistol. I hope it is as clear to you as it is to me.
I was thinking all this when finally I saw him happily and determinedly swallowing my whole cock.
-Pistol, how would you like staying here for dinner?
-I don't wanna leave, Scot and having dinner with you would be great but I'd like us both to eat naked and I hope you also fuck me one more time.
-Perfect, you're driving me crazy today, Frederick and what a magic tongue, Pistol.
-Both Frederick and Pistol for you, that's what I wish, Scot. This is my first blowjob, please tell me how I'm doing it.
-It's impossible to do it better, Pistol.
-Then if you like it, your dog can give you at least a blowjob a day, but that would mean... sorry, Scot, of course you won't like going that far.
-That would mean staying here, that's what you meant, isn't it? Well, why not? If you wanted to stay here, don't go Frederick. Today both of us have come of age and being adults now we'll do whatever we fancy in our liberty. I also want you here all night.
-So good, Scot.
-Then I'm cumming, Frederick.
It was the longest stream of cum I'd ever shot but he drank it all and praised the taste and repeated he'd give me many more blowjobs.
-Come, Frederick; come, Pistol, you know I'm not very good at cooking but I got lentils and there's enough for both. Let's have dinner.
At dinner he kept his boner all the time and told me once and again that he wanted to keep on sniffing and touching me. I allowed him, but had to ask.
-Frederick, can it be that you're in love?
-I'm in love, Scot. Oh today it has not only been us both coming of age, but it has also been me totally discovering myself and knowing first that it's a boy that I need, a boy as sexy as you, smelling like you, and dominating me sweetly as you have.
-So you'd like to stay here with me, isn't it, Frederick?
-Of course I'd love now to always be with you and to also always be your dog Pistol, but you don't love me, Scot.
-You're wrong, Frederick: I also love you. Your discoveries today have gone in parallel with mine, not only the need of having a human dog, but the need to live with a boy as sexy and as sweet as you. Shall we try, Frederick?
-Then let's try, Scot. I don't give a damn about our friends, if that's what's worrying you. And I beg you please that if you want us to live together now, I wanna always be your boyfriend Frederick and your dog Pistol.
-Then it's a deal, my love -that was my answer-, now we can move to my bed, our bed I should say now.
-Our bed, sounds perfect, my love.
And once inside the sheets, he turned and told me.
-Twice today has not been enough, Scot; fuck me a third time.
And there my dick went lovingly for a third time into my sexy punk friend's glorious ass.
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