Sleepover Slip-up
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"Damnit!" Jon said, losing all of Sonic's rings once again. "This level is fucking retarded!"
"Jeeze, Jon, hush, or my mom will hear!" Adam whispered.
Adam's mom was sleeping for sure, since it was already 11:30, but if she did hear, Adam would get a mouthful, and I don't think Jon would've been invited for any more sleepovers. Not that I'd have been heartbroken. I'd been friends with Adam since we were five, but I wasn't sure about Jon. Adam had met him at summer camp, and since then, it'd been the three of us. But I thought Jon was...kind of a dick. Not that I would say that to his face. He tended to punch, and I'd gotten a fair number of bruises already.
"I did your mom last night," Jon exclaimed. This was typical of his humor, when it didn't involve fart jokes. I chuckled loudly.
Adam just rolled his eyes. "Just keep it down...and hey! Give me that controller, it's my turn to play."
"Gah, fine," Jon said, throwing the controller so hard that Adam barely caught it.
I scratched Adam's golden lab, Sofia, behind the ears, having learned early to keep my mouth shut around Jon. I guess I just hoped Adam would realize that Jon wasn't cool. Until then, I'd stick around. I owed Adam that much.
It was Adam's birthday, and he always got the best presents from his parents. This year, it was a Sega Genesis. I only had a Nintendo, but that just had 'kid' games. We were thirteen now, honest-to-goodness teenagers. Even Sofia was a birthday present from three years ago, long before Jon entered the picture.
Adam started playing, leaving Jon with nothing to do, so he turned to me. "Wanna play bloody knuckles?"
"Sure," I said. I hated bloody knuckles. What was the appeal? It just hurt like hell. Not to mention, Jon always won. He really didn't hold back on his turns, and he could usually get me bleeding in two or three hits.
"Loser sucks the other guys' dick?" he asked.
I pulled my hands back, and said, "What!?"
"God, Ryan, I'm just kidding. You think I'm some kind of fag?" He took the first swing, like always, flicking his wrist until his knuckle collided with mine viciously.
He was on a roll today. "Yow!!" I yelped, and my hand was already bleeding. Thank god, at least the game was over. He always laughed at my pitiful swings. I just didn't like hurting people.
Running his hand through his long, black hair, Jon looked at my knuckles and said, "Wonder how they got...red!?"
I laughed. What a stupid, stupid joke. It worked with plenty of colors: yellow for pee, white for semen, brown for poop, and red for a girl's period. Apparently it was funny to ask, even if the question made absolutely no sense.
Jon suddenly covered his mouth and guffawed. He said, "I know, I bet you were touching Sofia's vag!"
Even Adam laughed at this, and it cost him his turn playing Sonic. His little blue man flew off into the screen and fell down, dead. My turn!
What Jon meant was that Sofia was having her period. That's why she was wearing a diaper. I don't know much about dogs, but I thought most people got them fixed. Adam had explained that his parents wanted to breed her, eventually (which was always good for a laugh around Jon).
I relished the chance to play Sonic, so that Jon would bother Adam instead. I quickly grabbed the controller, as Jon asked Adam, "Wanna play bloody knuckles?"
I'd never met Jon's parents, though he'd invited me over plenty of times. I knew he lived in the trailer park on south Duffton, but whenever he'd invited me, I'd managed to come up with some excuse or another.
Adam said, "Nah, man, I'm gonna get another root beer, and a hot pocket."
"Freckle-faced chicken!" Jon taunted.
Adam walked up the stairs to the first floor kitchen, opening and closing the door quietly so no sound would reach his parents. That's when Jon shoved me, hard. Sonic ran straight into the spikes, dying.
"Hey!"
He shrugged, and said, "Not my fault you lost your guy. My turn now!"
I wasn't about to pick a fight with him, especially with Adam gone. Not that he woulda beat me up or anything, but...it just wasn't worth it. He grabbed the controller, and I just went back to petting Sofia.
In no time, Jon had lost his guy. "God damn it!" He threw the controller across the room, but luckily, it hit a pillow. Adam still wasn't back, so Jon moved quickly to retrieve the controller. "I'll take Adam's turn, since he ain't here."
Right then we heard the beeping of the microwave, and footsteps overhead. Jon sprinted up the stairs and turned the lock on the door, giggling. Adam tried the handle. "Hey!" Adam whispered through the door. "Open up!"
"What's the password?" Jon whispered back.
"Uh...'open sesame'?"
"Sorry, it's 'cock up the ass'." With that, Jon walked down the stairs, grabbing the controller and starting Adam's turn.
"Come on, guys!" Adam whispered. "Don't make me yell, I don't want to wake my parents up!"
Jon was busy playing, so I stood. Jon said, "Don't you fucking dare let him in." His voice was totally chilled, and I froze in place. He laughed, "We've got this Genesis all to ourselves now."
"Ryan? Come on, Ryan, let me in. It's my birthday..."
I wanted to, I really did. But then, Jon would be mad at me. Maybe this would help Adam realize how annoying Jon was. I held my ground.
Annoyed, Adam said, "Fine, I'll just play on my computer. God!"
Oh, perfect. Now I was alone with Jon, and Adam was pissed at me. Jon was such an...asshole! He died again as Sonic, but kept playing without offering the controller to me. I guess I'd have to be content petting Sofia.
Except that's when it happened. Sofia stood up, her diaper crinkling. I was petting her from her head to her shoulders, and she walked forward. Then, looking over her shoulder at me, she wagged her tail. Once. And stopped, with it held off to the side. I didn't get it at first. Did she need to go to the bathroom? Was she supposed to go in the diaper, or did I need to let her out?
Jon was about to start another guy when he looked over and saw Sofia. His eyes bugged out and he squealed with laughter. "Oh man, Ryan, now you've done it. She wants you to fuck her! Now I know why you're always buttering her up!"
"What!!?" I said, pulling my hand away from her. Sure enough, she stayed there, looking at me with big, black eyes, her tail off to one side.
Jon dropped the controller, walking over with the widest smile on his face. "So the bitch is a slut!" He reached down quickly and undid the Velcro holding on her diaper. I stammered a protest, but it was over so quickly. With the diaper discarded on the ground, I got a great look under Sofia's tail. I'd known her for three years, and I'd certainly taken a few curious moments when Adam wasn't there to look her over under the tail. Now, though, that little triangle between her legs was big and puffy. I couldn't tear my wide eyes away, though my cheeks burned.
Jon said, "God, I bet she'd really let us do it, too. I wonder if she'd suck my dick..."
"Jon, stop it," I tried.
He just ignored me. Instead, he unbuttoned his pants. I choked in shock. What was he doing!? But a second later, he'd lowered his pants, and his undies. I looked away immediately, though I still got a glimpse of his floppy penis. I'd never seen Jon do anything this depraved before.
"Jon!"
"Come on, girl, give it a lick," he laughed. I couldn't look, and I was speechless. Jon stood in front of her for a few seconds, before saying, "I guess not."
My face felt like it was on fire as I looked anywhere but over by Jon and the golden labrador.
"Ryan? Don't tell me you're scared to take your pants off. Got a tiny dick?"
"Gross, Jon. Come on, put your pants back on!" From what I saw, his penis wasn't any bigger than mine. I was tempted to look again, just to make sure. I'd never seen another guy's penis before, except for Adam's years ago.
"That's it, isn't it!? Tiny Cock Ryan I guess we'll have to call you, from now on. Sucks to be so ashamed of your tiny cock, Tiny Cock Ryan..."
I sneaked another look, and Jon was still standing there with his pants around his ankles. Sofia was just standing there, wagging her tail.
"Take a good look," Jon said, "I've got nothing to be ashamed of, Tiny Cock Ryan."
Okay, that was it. I wasn't going to let that smug bastard start calling me that. It sure as hell wasn't going to stop here. Sighing heavily, I gave in. I stood up, unbuttoned my pants, and lowered them quickly, before I lost my nerve. I closed my eyes for a second, before opening one a small slit. Jon was staring at me!
"Nicely done, Ryan, I didn't think you had it in you. And you aren't tiny after all!" he laughed.
I suddenly felt really self-conscious. At least he hadn't taunted me again. Quietly, I said, "Alright, I did it. Now get your pants back on..." I leaned down to grab my shorts.
He scoffed and said, "Why the hurry? It's not like Adam's coming down any time soon. And Sofia's all over you..."
I rolled my eyes, "Very funny. Can we just get back to Sonic?"
"Well, if you're too chicken, I'll give her a shot. C'mere girl!"
Sofia walked over to Jon, sniffing at his crotch. I watched in amazement, forgetting to pull up my own pants. He couldn't really mean to let Adam's golden lab lick him! Jon said, "Oh man, you gotta feel this," enjoying her hot breath as she sniffed him.
"Jon!" is all I could think to say, watching with morbid curiosity. Even as I watched, his floppy penis began to stand straight up. He was getting a boner! In front of me! I couldn't look away.
But Sofia didn't lick him. Jon was clearly disappointed. "Damn, not a licker. My parent's bitch back home likes to lick, and Dot's just a puppy."
"You...you really let a dog lick you?"
Jon shivered, his boner quivering. "God, it's the best feeling ever. Unless she nips," he grinned.
Was he really telling the truth? There was no way; but then, could I really put any of this past Jon?
Jon knelt in front of Sofia, saying, "But Sofia's all growed up. She wants more than licks, don't you, girl?"
"Jon..."
The thirteen-year-old ran his hand along Sofia's back until he reached her wagging tail. Then, he put his hand beneath her tail. I gasped.
Sofia wagged, and turned around, facing away from Jon. She looked over her shoulder at him, just like she'd done for me, her tail off to the side. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Jon...what are you doing...?"
He placed his hands on her hips, but she walked forward. He shuffled after her, almost tripping on the pants dangling around his ankles. She'd moved far enough forward now that I had a good side view. I could see her swollen vagina. I realized I was holding my breath, like I was watching a train wreck I could nothing about.
Jon jumped and grabbed Sofia's hips, preventing her from moving away this time. She stayed put, her glistening pussy just a foot away from Jon's boner. What if he really meant it?
He said, "Wow, she really wants it." He held her tightly, suddenly hesitating. He looked up at me. "Shit, Ryan, what should I do?"
I tried to speak, I really did. I tried to say, "Jesus Christ, Jon, get your pants back on, and leave her alone!" My throat was so dry, I couldn't form the words.
My silence seemed to allow Jon to make up his mind. "Can't pass up an opportunity like this!" he said. Before I could act, he pulled on Sofia's hips, rising to his knees. I watched in shock, refusing to believe that this wasn't just a joke. That he was messing with me. But I watched helplessly as he held his boner in his hand, guiding himself up and forward until it touched her. I even still managed to convince myself he was just joking, with his tip tickling her triangular mound.
My heart stopped a second later, when Jon pushed forward, and I watched as his penis pushed inside of her. He slid up and into her at a steep angle, her pussy spreading apart lewdly to make room for him. He pushed all the way up until his dick was flush with her hips.
That's when Sofia began to whimper and her hips began to shake back and forth. Jon yelped, moaning, "Oh God!" Her rapid thrusts started to pull herself free of Jon's cock, but he grabbed her hips and plunged himself back into her. "She almost slipped off!" he exclaimed, laughing.
I was speechless. I couldn't believe what I was watching. Jon was fucking Sofia. It just...I couldn't make the nerves in my brain process that information. I just watched, stunned. Jon held on for dear life, keeping himself hilted inside of her as she bucked and swivelled her hips. Sofia panted, looking over her shoulder at Jon as he fucked her.
Jon was breathing heavily now, whimpering himself. "Ohhhh, god...ohhhh..." He leaned over onto her back, holding her in place as he began to shift his own hips, rocking against her. "I can't..." he started, before groaning loudly, his entire body shuddering as he clutched onto Sofia. The golden lab was humping wildly against him as Jon began to cry out, trembling. She yelped, then began to howl.
Then it was over as fast as it had begun. Jon was gasping for breath, his dick still deep inside of the dog. His thrusts slowed, as did hers, and suddenly he groaned. "Oww..." he said, pulling suddenly out of her. "Oh God, oh God," he repeated.
I could see a thin strand of semen dangling from the tip of his dick to her pointed mound.
Jon said, "That...was...the best...thing...ever!"
My jaw dropped. I could hardly believe I wasn't dreaming. Jon had fucked the dog. I stood there, helpless, my pants still around my ankles. That's when Jon noticed my own massive hard-on.
Jon's eyes widened, "Shit, Ryan, you're huge! Well, don't let me stand in your way - it's your turn!"
When I finally processed what Jon was suggesting, I almost choked. "F-fuck, no!" I managed to cough out. I wasn't going to fuck a dog, much less Sofia...much less in front of Jon.
He said, "Little Ryan seems to want to...unless that hard-on's for me. You aren't a faggot, are you?"
"What? No!" I exclaimed. That was one rumor I didn't want flying around school.
"Then fuck her!"
"No!"
Jon let his jaw drop. "You are gay, aren't you! I always knew...Oh man are the guys going to hear about this...!"
I couldn't let that happen. "I'm not gay!"
Jon smiled, and presented an open palm toward Sofia, who stood there wagging her tail. "Then prove it..." he said, seriously.
I wish I'd said something about how humping a dog couldn't be better than being gay. I wish I'd just pulled up my pants and walked up the stairs. I didn't need to prove anything to Jon. I looked down at my erection, then over at Sofia. Was being horny a good enough excuse?
Regardless, I found myself shuffling over toward Sofia, who stood there, panting. Jon moved to the side. I was beet red as I knelt behind her, Jon's eyes watching me. Why did I care about his approval? I put my hands on her hips as she wagged her tail happily at me. Underneath, her wet folds glistened.
"Damn, I wish I were as big as you," Jon said, as I hesitated there. I didn't really want him looking at my penis... My throat was dry as I inched forward until my tip was touching just above that triangular nub at the base of her pussy, which quivered at my touch. Her tail stopped wagging, flagged off to one side as she looked back at me. She really did want it!
It suddenly struck me that I was about to lose my virginity to a dog. I didn't even want to think about that. I couldn't back down now, not in front of Jon. Act first, think later. Tugging on Sofia's hips, I plunged myself into her.
She pushed back as I penetrated her. She spread apart easily at first until I was about halfway in. Then she got really tight. Groaning, I had to push harder, sliding in and upward. I wondered if this were easier because of Jon's semen - but I didn't want to even think about that. With another shove, I pushed all the way in.
Sofia yelped, clenching down around me, and then she went crazy. She began to hump up and down, and I almost lost my grip on her hips. I clenched my teeth and held on to her, letting out a muffled moan. She was so tight, wet, and warm. I had masturbated plenty of times, but this was completely different. I had no control over the slick sensations gripping my cock, and it was all I could do to avoid blowing my load right then.
Jon cheered, "C'mon, hump her back! That's what she wants!"
I noticed his boner was growing again, just watching me fuck Sofia. I looked away from him, but did as he suggested. Sliding my hands around her thighs, I leaned forward and began to hump.
My jaw dropped, and I moaned loudly. As I slid back and forth, her pussy tugged tightly on my tip and shaft. It was like heaven. Sofia's whimpers turned to a constant, growing whine as she thrust back. I wrapped my arms around her belly, enjoying the feel of her fur against my chest. I could feel my balls tingling, and when I looked over, I saw Jon stroking himself as he watched. I didn't care anymore.
That's when Sofia's whine grew into barks. Her voice echoed throughout the small basement, and her pussy tightened, shuddering around me. I pushed deep, forcing myself all the way inside her as I rode out her orgasm.
I couldn't last any longer. I cried out, and suddenly my mind was convulsing. With one giant push, I let loose inside of her, spraying first one, then two and three sticky ropes of semen inside of her. She bulged around my dick, her barks suddenly turning into one long, sustained, howl. Her clenching, spasming vagina milked me of every last drop.
I lay on top of her, stunned as the feelings slowly began to subside, Sofia still clenching down around me. Her squeals of delight were over, and now she just panted and wagged her tail, while I quivered deep inside her.
Jon said, "Wow." He looked down at his dick, then at Sofia and told me, "My turn."
It happened so far. The door knob to the upstairs kitchen turned. Adam swung the door open, looking worried. He said, "What's going on down here??"
He must have gotten the key. I froze, which was about the worst thing I could do, since I was still clutching Adam's dog tightly, spurting a tiny bit inside of her. His eyes searched the room for half-a-second before resting on me, Sofia, and Jon, all three of us caught literally with our pants down. I just looked at him with wide, frightened eyes.
"GET OUT," was all he said, roaring.
When we didn't move, he repeated himself, "GET OUT!"
That got us going. I pulled roughly out of Sofia, who yelped, before taking a few steps, spinning in place, and lifting her leg to lick herself. I pulled my pants up faster than even Jon.
I said, "Adam, I -"
"GET OUT!"
Jon's face was pale white, though mine was flushed red. I had to explain! But Adam would have none of it. The sleepover was over. We weren't going to be able to call for our parents to pick us up either. He kicked us straight out of the house.
There, outside on the lawn, Jon and I looked at each other. At least neither of us lived more than thirty minutes away by foot. I tried to say something. I tried to punch Jon in the face. But I couldn't. Even if I did, it's not like he made me fuck Sofia. I couldn't believe what I had done, and now we were in some deep, deep shit.
"Holy shit, Jon, what if he tells his parents? What if he calls the police!?"
Jon looked like he was about to pass out. His eyes were wide, and he stammered, unable to say anything. "What do we do now?" I asked, my voice rising.
Jon shook his head, unable to answer.
"Fuck it, Jon. I'm going home. Get out of here."
I cried all the way home. How could I have done what I did? Sure, Sofia seemed to have wanted it, but that didn't make it any less wrong! It had felt...amazing. But I had fucked my best friend's dog! Well, he used to be my friend.
The next day, I got a phone call from Jon. He said we needed to talk. We met in the park.
Jon said, "He still hasn't told anyone."
"So?"
He says, "So he probably isn't going to. I betchu he's doing the same thing right now, if he hadn't been fucking her all along. So he can't tell on us."
I rolled my eyes. "No, Jon, I don't think that's it."
"Still," he said, "I think we're in the free and clear," relieved.
I just stared at him, my blood boiling. I had had enough.
"NO, Jon. We're not. Adam's not returning my phone calls. He kicked me out of the house. He's never going to talk to me again!"
Jon looked taken aback. After a pause, he tried feebly, "At least we're still friends..."
"No, Jon. We were never friends. I don't like you. Inever did. I don't want to see you again, do you understand? This is it! We're done here!"
Jon looked at me with wide, blank eyes, his mouth half open as if to say something - anything - in his defense. But nothing came out.
I let him there, like that, and went back home to send more unanswered phone calls to Adam's house. All I could do was pray that he would give me another chance.
* * * * *
A month had passed. Thank God it was summer, because I don't think I could have faced going to school with Adam. Eventually, he began answering my calls. I must have apologized a hundred times. I wrote him letters. I sent him cookies. He never really said much, except when I asked him how Sofia was. I guess he could tell I was really concerned about her, because he answered seriously. She was perfectly normal, thank God.
Life was hell for that month. I didn't have any other really close friends, and I certainly wasn't going to talk to Jon. All I could do was play Nintendo, and Bocce ball by myself on the lawn. But it was about to end, I thought. Finally, after a month of apologies, Adam had quietly invited me to come over and play some games this Saturday. My heart leapt. He was going to give me a chance!
Waiting for Saturday was agony, but on Thursday morning, I got a phone call. I rushed to the phone, hoping Adam wanted to do something earlier. I almost hung up immediately.
Jon said, "Hey, Ryan?"
My hand trembled, but I didn't lower the receiver.
Jon said, "I just...wanted to..."
"What, Jon, what?" I said, a sliver away from yelling.
Silence. Then a squeaky voice said, "...apologize."
"Then apologize," I said.
"Ryan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get us...get you in trouble. I didn't know Adam would be so mad."
My hand was white around the knuckles as I resisted hanging up. I started, "We fu..." My parents were home, so I said, "Of course he was mad."
Jon said, "I just...want to make it up to you. I want to be friends again," his voice trembling.
"We were never friends."
After a pause on the other line, Jon said, "I...I know. And I'm sorry. I can do better, okay? I...I don't have anyone else..."
I couldn't see his face, but I'd never heard him sounding like that. I think he really meant it. Still, I was about to get back together with Adam. I didn't need Jon.
Then he whimpered, "Just...give me another chance, okay?"
I stopped short. That's exactly what I'd said to Adam, every day for a month. Jon sounded sincere. How could I just turn him away?
I said, "Maybe."
Jon's voice perked up considerably. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He said, "Thanks, Ryan. Do you...wanna do something this afternoon?"
I sighed. Why was I doing this? Did he want to play bloody knuckles? Did he want to leave flaming backs of dog poo on people's doorsteps? I guess he really didn't have any other friends. I guess I could stand one afternoon pitying him.
"What...do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Well..." he started. "You could just come over to my house. My parents are gone, and..."
Why did that matter? Suspiciously, I said, "And...?"
Jon said it all in a rush, "Our German Shepherd's in heat. I just thought, you know, to make it up to you, I'd invite you over and we can...spend some quality time with Dot."
My jaw dropped. He couldn't be serious, could he? But he was. It was all silence on my end.
After what seemed like five minutes of silence, Jon stammered, "Ryan? Oh God, I'm sorry. I just thought...never mind, okay? I didn't mean anything by it. Fuck!" he said.
I said, "Jon?"
"Fuck! I blew it. Sorry, Ryan, I'll just...hang up. You won't hear from me again, ok?"
"Jon?" I asked again.
I heard him take a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He said, "Yes?"
"I'll be right over."