Rob's Life Chapter 5 - "My Dog Skip"
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I didn't know how popular my little series was until I stopped writing it, and plenty of you wrote in to complain or ask if everything was ok. Well I appreciate the concern but yes everything is ok. But I mean I can't be writing those little snippets of my life everyday. I need some time to fuck to myself you know.
But I'm back and I'm boned even though I fucked like a dog pretty much most of this weekend. On Friday Kyle set me up with someone, said it was a friend of a friend who worked at Target. Ok fine with me. I've seen some seriously hot dudes working in the local Target. The last hot guy I saw there was a very muscular bodybuilder-type guy who looked to be in his early thirties, and ironically enough he may have been gay. He was with another guy in the store who was also big, but didn't seem "fag". I couldn't tell if they were best friends looking for something that some buddy's wife sent him looking for, or if they were decorating the new home they just bought together. They were looking at pictures frames. and only gays look at pictures frames normally. But it was father's day this weekend, and since no one knows what to buy their dad, most get frames, socks, or ties. Right? Everyone else just gets their dad jack shit.
He was very distracting, so distracting that I'd almost rather write out a more complete description of him than talk about who and how I fucked the day before. I can get off just looking at a muscular guy. This bodybuilder guy I've been talking to in New Mexico calls it "keeping a trophy" but what can I say it's true. Yeah Dylan you're built too, but put on those extra pounds!
Ok enough about muscle.
Kyle called Skip for me and had him email me a picture. Now I hate blind dates, and computer dates are just an impossibility for me, because the guy is always a liar about something, I know how it is. Everyone lies about something online, and some people lie about everything, so there was no way I was going to meet some guy that was three friends deep without a picture despite the fact that I knew he was a submissive bottom guy. There are some seriously unattractive submissive guys and since I've had a lot of them and I'm told I'm pretty good, I generally like a higher quality. Sorry to be so shallow, but I'm not going to lie to you guys.
So I get a picture of this guy, Skip. Yeah I know, the name alone scared me a little bit too. Turns out Skip is 23 years-old, adorable as hell, skinny, and relatively muscular for his size. By that I mean he has a low bodyfat and visible abs. He's very smooth, with just the slightest hair under his arms, and curly dark blond hair. Even his nose is cute. I ok the picture and tell Kyle we're ok to meet. And I take Kyle with me on the date. I mean if this guy Skip is an idiot at least it won't be a totally wasted evening.
We met up in the city at a pretty good but decently cheap Italian place in SoHo with a fire blazing in a real brick oven in the back of the place. LOL I'm sure someone somewhere reading this knows the place and is flipping out right now.
Unfortunately we had to wait forever for the wheat to grow before they would cut it down and grind it into pasta. I don't think I've ever waited so long to be served. I needed to shave by the time we left the place.
But it turns out Skip is a pretty cool guy, and we all got along pretty good. He's actually a little more submissive than I like a guy to be. MORE SUBMISSIVE?! But Rob how can that be? Well I mean if a guy is waiting for me to pick out what he wears everyday, that's too submissive. Not that I'm shy about what I want or my advice, and if Kyle or Billy put on something that's horrendous then I just tell them "You really don't look good in that." And they get the hint, they're not stupid, but if I had to pick out what they wore on a daily basis it would be a chore. Why not cut their meat for them too? My guys know that if I want control of some aspect of their lives I take it, but if I don't then it means I don't want it or I don't care.
So Skip is cute and very submissive, and wouldn't mind being a boyfriend in the situation that Kyle and I outlined to him. He was really cool about it. He would be honored to serve.
I kind of knew all that already, because the whole reason we had even been introduced was because friends in common knew the traits that we had in common, or more correctly in opposition I suppose.
I grabbed Skips hand under the table and laid it on my crotch where he played with my lump pretty much throughout the whole dinner while Kyle sat opposite us and just smiled. I knew he was happy.
Billy and Kyle amaze me almost daily when they take such simple pleasure in making me happy.
I told Kyle and Skip that I wanted to try him out at home or else he was going to make me drop a nut in the restaurant. I even slipped a hand into the waistband of his underwear which turned out to be a jock! I guess he was told beforehand by Kyle what I liked. In fact when I realized what it was when I slipped my hand in there, Skip asked me, "Do you like what you feel?" as my face lit up with surprise and Kyle started to giggle.
I said, "I feel what I like." and Skip leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, but as he pulled away he let his tongue linger a bit and licked me. It was different, and throughout the whole meal as I listened to the things Skip was talking about I kept thinking how much I'd love to feel those lips on my dick.
Kyle drove home, but I told them that I really didn't want to wait until we were home, so Skip and I got into the back of Kyle's Jeep and began kissing. His shirt disappeared really fast, and he sat on my lap facing me, straddling me, he kept putting his hands down my pants, while I had my hands so far down the ass of his pants, that his ass was completely exposed. I had him suck my index and middle fingers, thoroughly soaking them in spit before I began to ply them into his exposed hole. As I began to play with him he laughed and then eventually began moaning his breathe into me, while we continued to kiss and he continued to try to work my dick free. It wasn't that long before he was begging me to fuck him, and loudly at that, to the embarrassment of Kyle who got looks from everyone stopped next to him at what I'm sure were too many red lights. I didn't observe any of this, I was concerned about marking new territory at the time, but Kyle told me that later.
He slid over on the seat and let me continue to finger his hole while he eventually took the head of my dick in his mouth and began giving me the usual bobble head blowjob. He was very good, and just as we were arriving home I told him I was about to cum, and he pulled off me.
"Get back down there and finish the job," I told him. He didn't want to. It wasn't safe.
"Do you plan on getting fucked in a little bit?" I asked.
"Yes."
"With a condom?"
"Of course. I'm always safe."
"Anal sex with a condom is riskier than taking a load in your mouth. So get back to work." Then I spanked his ass pretty hard and splayed my fingers out in his ass, working him roughly now.
He quickly went back to work and it took a while because he had to work me up a bit again, but soon enough my load was dripping down my rod, and I had to smack him in the back of the head to get him to eat it.
"Just fucking eat it, don't be a pussy and make a mess in Kyle's car."
Kyle meanwhile had stopped the car and was leaning over from the front kissing me while Skip worked extra hard to clean up my dick.
"My dick better be fucking spotless when you're done," I said in between kisses. "Fucking Dog." I added.
OK that's enough for today. After all I write these while I'm at work, and now I have to get back to work. I'll write more tomorrow.
Later dudes, Rob