Yeah, Jeff’s puppy was definitely ready for more.

Yeah, Jeff’s puppy was definitely ready for more.
Jeff roughly turned me over onto my stomach, and this time I knew better than to raise my ass off the bed for him. Jeff rubbered up, moved my hands to the headboard (“hang on, Pup…”), shoved my face down hard into the mattress, and pushed his dick into me in one thrust. From committed top to eager bottom in the space of an hour. Well, at least eager to bottom for Jeff, that is.
As he fucked me, Jeff’s lips were back at my ear. “Good boy. That’s my good puppy. You like that boy?”
God yes. There was this rhythm to it… Jeff’s words in my ear, Jeff’s thrusts into me, my ass rising ever-so-slightly off the bed to get him deeper inside.
The next thing I knew, Jeff was perpendicular to me… still fucking me, never breaking the rhythm, but the hard upcurve of his dick was definitely finding new territory in my ass. I gotta say… I didn’t know what the hell was going on. Jeff still had the side of my head pressed down hard into the bed, but with one eye I could see that his body was at a right angle to mine. He saw the look on my face (panic? wonder?)… and I got the grin. If there was any panic, the grin erased it. But in that grin was a tacit command – “We’re not done yet. Trust me.”
And, after fucking me sideways for a couple minutes, Jeff continued his rotation.
“Oh… my… god… what the… hell… are you … doing?”
By this point, Jeff’s feet were on either side of my head; he’d made a full 180 degree turn in my ass. And knowing the anatomy of his wickedly upturned dick… well, I just couldn’t even begin to conceive the physical nature of what was going on inside me. But somehow, someway… I was accommodating it. Oh c’mon, let’s be honest… I was fucking LOVING it.
Remember how I said that I really didn’t get the whole foot thing? Like, why would anybody ever want to put a dude’s foot in their mouth? Well, lemme tell ya… Jeff’s feet were right there, next to my head, and you KNOW they went in my mouth. First one, then the other. And based on the amplified grunting it elicited, I was guessing that was the right thing to do.
Over the next couple minutes, Jeff completed his rotation, and his head made it back to my ear, still fucking me the whole time.
“What… the fuck… was that?…”
“Did my Pup like that?”
“God… yes…”
And, as he announced it… he did it again… a full 180 turn while deep in my ass…
“Spider!”
“Spi… der?…”
I heard his voice from down near my feet… “Think of seeing it from above… one body, 8 legs…. “
Jeff completed the 360, came back to my ear, and murmured…
“Now I want you to cum for me Pup….”
Cum?!
It hadn’t even crossed my mind. So here we were again… just like when Jeff fucked me in the basement. But this time I didn’t have the e-stim to blame it on. What the hell was going on here? Sex for me had always been about cumming. I mean, I was REALLY good at cumming. And it’s not like it wasn’t possible with Jeff… in fact, the very first time, in the stairwell, he’d gotten a face full of my load to prove it. (“FUCK YEAH!”).
He saw the look on my face and started laughing: “You’re not gonna be able to cum? What’s going on with you Pup?” There was a little bit of taunting in his voice. Not bad, but enough to embarrass me. Not hard to do.
“I, um, I… I dunno… the last time I thought it was a side effect of the e-stim…”
Jeff pulled outta me, turned me over, and put his knees on either side of my head. His balls were hanging right down on my lips, right where they belonged. I was fucken HUNGRY for them. As Jeff jacked his dick, my mouth worked its way slowly behind his nuts… I was stretching my tongue as far as it could go. He got the idea; my pupDad’s a smart one. And next thing I knew, he was lowering his ass onto my mouth.
Finally! My tongue where I’d wanted it from the beginning. From the first time I laid eyes on him at the Eagle. Pushing into his hole. Tasting him.
Then Jeff stood up over me, one hand on the wall over my head, the other furiously working his dick…and looked down at me with that piercing gaze (no grin, pure intensity) and just let it fly.
Massive gobs of his spunk hit my forehead, my chin, my cheek… and yes, Gentle Readers… you can fucken BET I opened my mouth wide for him.
Jeff left about 3am. Here’s the email I sent him the next morning…
so the sheets are changed and all the evidence is removed — well, at least physical evidence — i def can still feel the results of the activities last nite (and not in a bad way, at all.) i woke up this AM with a killer hardon (duh) and came in about 30 secs thinking about you fucking me against the armoire… at least it’s not impotence lol — i’m now going on the theory that with the fucking, my body is under the impression that it’s already cum…
you know my thing for lists…so here’s a list i have going in my head…
Parts of Jeff I Particularly Like:
ears — you knew that, but i forgot to take one for safekeeping before you hopped on your bike. you have the best ears ever.
piss slit — i know, kind of a strange thing to focus on. but somehow the tip of my tongue just fits perfectly in it. (ok, writing that got me hard.)
armpits — the smell, the taste, how you squirm just a bit when i lick them. you’re spectacularly beautiful to begin with… but when you raise your lef arm above your head and expose ur pit… no words to describe it. now we have to see if it works the same way with the left one.
lips — yeah, now we’re in more standard territory. it occurred to me when you were showing me spot #4, roof of the mouth, then running your fingers wet with my saliva over my lips. so last nite, running the tip of my tongue over you lips… perfection.
spit — i’m not sure if it counts as a “part”… maybe i should make a list of fluids i like of yours? and then a list of positions i like u to fuck me in (SPIDER!)
ok, i just had to get that out. you know i’m only following your instructions, right?
Remember…… “Your instructions: Do not chill. Hope you read that right, pupdog. To repeat: do not chill. I like you all fired up.”
it’s a good thing, b/c i’m really really bad at “chill” — i mean, i could do it if you told me to, but i’d probably have a heart attack trying to be calm…
can’t wait for more.