Santuary Sequel
"Damn it, son, how many times do I have to tell you to take the trash out?" my mom yelled through the door to my bedroom. My parents had learned REAL quick not to open the door without knocking and asking if Atuf and I were doing anything.
"Yeah, yeah..." I mumbled. I was a little busy attempting to get the dog hair off of me without waking the dog next to me.
Of course, he wasn't really a dog. He was actually a seventeen-year-old kid who my parents kind of adopted while we were on "vacation" a couple months ago.
As I was thinking about that little adventure with my pain-in-the-ass-parents, the dog next to me began to stir. Yawning widely, it got up, shook itself (sending yet MORE hair all over the place) and winked at me.
Smiling at him, I whispered, "Well, I'm glad you slept well. Now, why don't you change so that we can talk?"
Growling slightly, the dog changed into his human form.
"You know I hate changing so early. Your parents should get you a bigger bed, and realize that I'm not going to sleep in that...thing." He said, motioning to the little doggy bed my parents had bought him.
"They haven't realized that we sleep together at night yet. The last thing we need right now is them finding out we're actually making out. Although, the scene my dad came upon that one time is a bit of a clue." Atuf nodded in silent agreement, remembering.
It was shortly after we arrived back home. The neighbor's female dog had just come into heat, and Atuf was smelling her constantly in the air, even inside. After a couple of days, he couldn't take it anymore. Leading me into my room, he immediately changed into his dog-form and started whining, wanting me to take my clothes off. After doing so, Atuf pushed me onto my bed and forced my legs up, so that they were in the air, spread slightly. After briefly smelling my ass, he proceeded to mount. Painfully, I might add. Never have I been screwed so hard for so long. It must have been half an hour before Atuf came. And only after shoving his tennis ball-sized knot into my ass. Damn, that hurt. And yet felt so good...
Anyway, after filling me and withdrawing, he allowed me to put my legs down, which had gone numb. He then proceeded to lick and lightly chew on my cock. Hey, it might sound weird, BUT DAMN DOES IT FEEL GOOD! Just as I'm about to cum, my dad walks into the room. After looking at us briefly, he smiled weakly, apologized to us for interrupting, and left. A few seconds later, we heard him scream "SON OF A BITCH! HE WON'T QUIT SCREWING OUR DOGS!" My mom must of asked him who, because he then screamed "OUR SON! WHO ELSE DO WE KNOW THAT GETS FUCKED BY DOGS?"
"Anyway, what did you want to talk about?" Atuf asked.
"Well, I realized that I didn't get you anything for your birthday. So, I was thinking maybe we could go to the park and spend the day there, just the two of us."
Smiling, Atuf nodded. "Yeah, I would like that." He then proceeded to yawn so wide that his jaw popped.
So, after taking the DAMN trash out (chewing my mom out the whole time, of course), I grabbed the sheet off my parents' bed. Wouldn't want to get mine dirty, you know?
Throwing it in a backpack, along with some money, I zipped it up and threw it onto my back. I prefer to have both hands free in order to keep a good grip on Atuf at all times. The looks we got were quite interesting whenever we walked anywhere together.
"So, what were you planning on doing at the park?" Atuf asked.
Wordlessly, I reached behind me into one of the smaller pockets of the backpack and pulled out a small yellow Frisbee. I had found out shortly after he moved in with us that he liked to chase Frisbees in his dog-form, so I had contacted a company that made them and had this one specially made. Instead of the usual markings, this had "To Atuf, My friend and love.", along with a black-and-white picture of the two of us. This instantly became his favorite possession. Why, I don't know. DAMN glad it did, with how much I paid for the thing...
Reaching the park, we went straight to the pond, which was crescent shaped. I stopped, but Atuf kept walking, growling slightly. So, I followed him.
He went to the other side of the lake and began to walk out onto the little peninsula. Once he was at the edge of the lake, he spun around and smiled warmly. "This alright with you?"
"How many times do I have to tell you not to ask me questions like that? You are the only kid I know with anything even resembling manners, and it freaks me out. You act like you grew up in the eighteen-hundreds or something."
"Sorry, Pa" he replied with a devilish grin on his face. It may take me awhile, but I'll get him to act like me eventually. Chewing people out for looking at you can be really fun, if you give it a try.
Taking off the backpack, I got the sheet out, spread it on the ground, put the money in my pocket, and threw the backpack to the side. I then sat down, crossing my legs. Atuf laid down beside me, putting his head in my lap. I as looked at the lake, I absentmindedly began to stroke Atuf's head. This caused him to pant.
Looking down at him in surprise, I asked if him he was. Blushing slightly, he said yes. This, of course, got my mind thinking. I wonder...
"Without warning, I rolled Atuf onto his side, pulled his shirt up and his pants down slightly, and began scratching his stomach. After complaining for a few seconds, he quit, a look of euphoria coming across his face. And, sure enough, his leg began to twitch. This caused me to laugh so loud and so hard that half the park heard me and my chest hurt severely.
"Okay, that's too much! Please tell me you were doing that on your own free will and there isn't a nerve there like there is in dogs."
"No, I wasn't ". He seemed pleased that he could entertain me so much without trying.
This just got me horny as HELL.
Grabbing Atuf by the shirt collar, I practically dragged him to the park bathroom. We had to wait for the wheelchair-accessible stall. It's the only one large enough, I had found out a couple of months before meeting Atuf. With out even waiting for him to change into his animal form, I pulled his pants down and fucked him like it was the last time I would ever be able to do it.
After we had finished, Atuf changed into his dog-form and we played with the Frisbee for a while. We then got something to eat and went back to our house.
Upon finding the front door locked and the van gone, Atuf and I both smiled broadly at each other. We had the run of the house. Going around to the backyard, I found the key we kept hidden and unlocked the door. We immediately stripped and were at it again.
By the time we were done, we had just enough time to get dressed before my parents opened the front door. They came in, dad plopping down into his recliner, and mom heading to the kitchen to start the evening meal. I looked at Atuf and smiled. I love getting away with stuff.
After we had finished eating (during which my father and I had a heated discussion about towels), the whole family filed into the living room to watch a movie. This caused another argument between my mom and I over which movie to watch, Amityville Horror or Gone With the Wind. Until Atuf said he would rather watch Gone With the Wind, that is. Defeated, I put the DVD into the player and started the movie. However, I only saw about ten minutes of it before I fell asleep with my head on Atuf's shoulder. Happens every time with this movie.
It was about eleven at night when Atuf woke me up. My parents had already gone to bed, and had turned all the lights out, leaving us in total darkness except for the little light that managed to get through the blinds on the windows from the streetlights outside.
"Hey, wake up. There's some one outside, in the back yard." He whispered.
"How do you know?"
"I'm part dog, remember? My hearing is a lot better than an average human's because of it."
"Getting up, Atuf immediately changed into the dog used to be known as Charlie. Silently, he padded out to the back door and sat by it, waiting for me to open it.
"As soon as I did, he started barking madly and dashed out the door. I just managed to see another dog before Atuf was on top of him, the dog's neck in his mouth. Grabbing a flashlight, I turned it on and felt the blood drain from my face. The other dog was a pit bull. Of all the breeds, the one that got into our back yard had to be one that was bred to fight. Taking aim, I hurled the flashlight at the pit. Despite the fact that I hit it squarely on the jaw, the damn thing never even flinched.
Making a mad dash to my parents' room, I threw open the door and began chewing there asses out for some reason. After my mom smacked me (bitch...), and my dad held my mouth shut so I wouldn't yell anymore (asshole...), they heard the fight. Releasing me, my dad ran to the closet and grabbed his rifle. Sprinting to the back door behind my dad, I just managed to see the pit throw Atuf to the ground, blood praying from his neck, before my dad aimed and shot. Yelping, it fell to the ground and twitched. My dad went over to it and shot it a couple more times ("This DAMN thing won't DIE!"), while my mom grabbed the phone and I ran to Atuf, who had turned back into his human form, holding his neck. Just as I got to him, he coughed up a lot of blood.
"Shoot him again for me, sir." Atuf said weakly. My dad must have heard him, because he shot the pit again, despite the fact that it was already dead, then ran over to us.
"Shit!" my dad whispered after looking Atuf over quickly.
"I don't know what I was thinking. I should have known I wouldn't have stood a chance against that thing."
"Shut up, you bastard! Don't say another damn thing!" I practically yelled at him. I couldn't stand to see him talking, spitting out blood with every word.
"A squad is on its way. It will be here in a few minutes."
"He won't last a few minutes at this rate." My dad told my mom.
Looking at Atuf, She ran into the house and grabbed what had to be every towel and sheet in the house.
"Out of my way, Prick!" my mom yelled at my dad. Staring wide-eyed at her, he jumped up and backed up about twenty feet.
"Listen, you two. I know a little First Aid, but not a lot. I might be able to help the bleeding, but-"
I didn't give her time to finish. For some reason, everything I had ever learned in health class sprang into my mind. Grabbing one of the sheets, I tore it into strips while my mom put a washcloth onto Atuf's neck and applied pressure. She then grabbed a strip of the cloth and tied it around his neck to hold the washcloth in place and apply pressure at the same time. We did the same with all of the bad wounds. There were quite a few.
"Move away from him so they can get to him!" my dad yelled while all but carrying the stretcher and EMTs. My mom grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of their way. One of the men practically slid to a stop in front of Atuf, who was now unconscious. Dad then grabbed me and drug me to the van. Literally throwing me into the back of it, he did the same with mom, hopped into the driver seat, started the van, and proceeded to squeal the tires half way to the hospital.
"I didn't realize Atuf meant this much to you." I said to him.
"To be completely honest, he doesn't. But he means a lot to you. Not to mention he's the only person I know of that can keep you under control." He said, smiling at me.
Several days later, I was sitting beside Atuf's hospital bed. He had only woken up a couple of times, and only for a few minutes. The doctor said that was to be expected, since he lost so much blood. He was probably in some sort of shock, and his body was staying inactive in order to deal with it better. I could see the worry in her eyes though when she looked at him.
"You realize that he will have a lot of scars because of this, don't you?"
I nodded, without turning my head to her.
"And that he will need your help in dealing with what happened to him?"
"Yes, damn it, I'm not fucking stupid!"
"Hey, sorry. I was just making sure." She said before exiting the room.
"You shouldn't treat her like that. She's done a lot for me."
I turned my head so hard I hurt one of the muscles in my neck. Atuf was looking at me with his eyes half open. Seeing my surprise that he was awake he smiled. "I've been sleeping for four days straight. It's about time I woke up." He said, looking at the date on the board across the room. Smiling at him, I asked him how he felt.
"Well, I've been better."