Skylar 4
Skylar's first sexual partner, Logan, what a rocky relationship they had. The older canine went home that night after pleasuring a child and decided he needed to pump the breaks right then and there. He called daily, as he was obligated, but every time the conversation moved on to what had happened he'd found some excuse to hang up.
"It felt so good Mr. Logan, you can't just- I know it was wrong, but I can make my own decisions- what do you mean?- No Mr. Logan" Skylar spoke into the phone quickly. To have such a mature argument at his age was a challenge. He wished he could just kick and scream and get what he wanted, but he knew Logan wouldn't respond to that. Logan was too adult, he would just hang up the phone if the conversation devolved into that. Still, he was tearing up.
"Listen Skylar, i understand that what you're going through is difficult. I wish I could be the partner you need, but I just can't.- No Skylar I can't, you don't get it- I don't have to explain anything to a twelve-year-old-" Logan was fighting himself on this call too. "Christ he's desperate!" Logan though exasperatedly, but with a tinge of pride also. He sat tumescent on his bed. Any thought about Skylar, every time he ran past his house in the morning now. Hell, he got horny if the phone started ringing. It just meant Skylar wanted his cock, why shouldn't it be rigid for him.
He groaned internally. "Skylar, this is me hanging up." He pressed the red button on the screen, ending what had been the third call in the past hour. He kicked off his bed and traveled through his silent halls naked. He was well-off, must be a day trader or something. He walked to the kitchen. "Prescott, Taco!" He bellowed into the nothingness of his house, then he could hear the sound of claws tapping the hardwood floors. Two dogs, boxer mix and chihuahua arrived, both equally hyper. He placed two bowls of food and two of water on the ground. They were well behaved for the most part, sticking to their bowls, but still making a mess.
Logan bounced to his living area, stressed out by the ringing phone in his room. He wouldn't it answer any more. "Once a day" he repeated out loud "I only need to check once a day." He settled in his couch, leather, like the one at Skylar's house, then started watching some inane action movie. Far too much time passed before he decided that he was watching garbage, but by then the calls had stopped. "Thank God." He moaned in relief. "Prescott! Taco! Wanna' go outside?" He asked in his crazy baby-talk voice. He would never speak that way in front of anyone else, but these were his babies.
He could hear the sound of tapping again and it made him squeal internally. He could hear Taco, the chihuahua, running faster than Prescott, but the both arrived at the same time. Logan bent down to his haunches and petted Taco first. He was ever so insistent it be that way, Taco that is. He needed the most attention, and when it came to petting, he got it, besides, Prescott got a different kind of attention.
Logan ran his hand over the large dog's white fur following all the way to the curvature of his backside. Logan had developed a strange relationship with Prescott over the years. A kind of pseudo-sexual partnership. He wasn't really that deep into it, but sometimes he'd find his hand traveled a little too far south. He caressed the bigger dog in ways that made him blush. It was moments like these he cherished the fact he found Prescott intact, so he could feel him. He shook his head.
The door slid open and both dogs darted out into the backyard, a quite beautiful one at that. Lush grass and flowers everywhere, a pool and hot tub, fire-pit, trellises, the whole shebang. Of course, there was a foot wide patch of dead grass around the perimeter. Prescott ran around the two-acre wood fenced area as per his ritual and Taco just shat in the flowers as per his. Logan loved watching his dogs. Both were such dumbasses.
He walked alongside the deck and splayed himself out on one of the chairs surrounding his pool, he needed the vitamin D. His thoughts were predictable, cock bloating in his sheath. "I sucked Skylar in his backyard- I could have fucked him too. God he would have loved my cock, so thick and meaty, deep in his ass." His thoughts trailed erection basking in the daylight as he nodded off calmly in the soft daylight.
Some time passed and he woke up hot from the sun on his fur. He inspected himself afraid of sunburns, but found none. He must have just dozed, he could feel a moist, sticky mess still soaking into his fur. A wet dream no doubt. He scanned the yard quickly and found Taco digging up his flower beds. "Damn it Taco!" He scurried toward him with a semi-soft erection bounding around beneath the skin of his sheath. He picked up Taco and carried him inside. He knew yelling wouldn't fix the behavior, that didn't slow him down though.
"Taco you dumb mouth-breathing, bitch-tarded ass-sucking..." The verbal onslaught trailed as he turned to the sliding door. "Prescott!" He shouted at the backyard. Nothing. "PRESCOTT!" He shouted louder growing impatient. He walked out past the trellises and inspected- Prescott was too obedient to take this long. "Prescott?!" Logan called out, spanning the fence. He found a disturbance in the far corner. As he walked closer he realized Prescott had dug a hole and escaped. A bit of panic came over him, but this wasn't the first time it had happened. He figured he'd wait an hour or so, then find Prescott on his porch like always, and if not, well that's why he got the GPS collar.
Skylar was a wreck. He wasn't sad or anything anymore, but he needed that feeling again. It wasn't enough to just suck himself off or stick some fingers in his ass, he needed passion, contact. He needed Logan, but he couldn't have him. He'd been calling him over and over for the past thirty minutes and still no answer. He was more frustrated that no one was touching him than that he was being ignored.
He had come to terms with his sexuality by now, Logan made sure of that, but his libido was still out of control. He needed something on his dick. Then he remembered. That time before, he was going to play around outside in the woods behind his house. "I still haven't tried that!" He whipped up some lunch, ate it, then put together a stash: a beach towel, oil for lubrication, some condoms he found in his Dad's drawer and an old back nobber he found in the basement, he was using it to stretch, and it hit him just right. As he walked out the back door, he saw his fathers maglite. "It's so... big..." He thought, obviously considering only the one aspect of its utility, he took it.
As he reached for the screen door an idea came over him. He started stripping himself bare. His heart pumped, something about being out in the open made the blood rush to his penis, he could feel it growing in heft. The two o'clock sun shined down on his gray fur, his youthful pink cock swung to and fro pointing out in front of him like a sexual dowsing rod. The leaves were wet beneath his feet following an early morning shower, it was an unpleasant sensation, but he was convinced that he would find a suitable clearing sooner or later.
He continued following the obscured path, not sure whether or not he could find his way back, but too determined to care. He was looking for his clearing, but much to his surprise, he happened upon a river; more like a creek, it didn't really matter what it was, all that mattered was the fact that you couldn't fit a canoe down it. Large flat stones littered the coastline and tall trees swayed calmly in the wind. It was a magical place, just the right privacy to exposure ratio. He decided this is where he would do them... his unspeakable acts.
He emptied the contents of his beach towel-turned-rucksack and draped it over a particularly level boulder. He could feel his heartbeat hasten. "This is amazing!" He was beside himself with excitement, his cock stood absolutely rigid, flat against his belly. He bent over slightly and took the tip in his mouth and suckled at it. Tounging under his foreskin and lapping at the shaft. He found himself close to the edge, and he hadn't even laid down yet.
The young boy sat down on the towel ungracefully with his cock still in his mouth, sucking at it more passionately than ever before. He recalled with somber pleasure the lessons of his neighbor. This was called "sucking cock", he decided he was good at it. His muzzle dug at the length it wasn't his first time doing this for sure, it was among the first of his sexual experiments, but up to that point, he had only really licked at it, never took it in his mouth quite like this time.
He sucked it in, consumed every inch while being wary of his teeth. Deeper and deeper his muzzle sank until he was burying his nose into his tight and youthful ballsack. He breathed in his scent, it was musky, more masculine than he thought he was capable, and yet. He stayed in that position for a while, enjoying the smell of his dried sweat, his own pheromones driving him deeper into a sexual high. He moaned cock in throat, and the moan escalated as he felt the vibrations tickle his boyhood.
He sank even deeper pulling his balls past his upper row of teeth, then his thin black lips constricted pulling his whole package into his mouth. He experimented with the sensations, pulling out for air every so often. He found that he could curl the length of his tongue over the sides of his cock even far back enough in his mouth to reach the tip of his shaft. He loosened his lips and opened his mouth wide then curled the sides of his tongue along the mass in front of him, wrapping it completely as if his tongue was a condom.
It was amazing to him how capable he was. His tongue tugged at his cock outside the confines of his mouth, then he clamped back down, pursing his lips past his balls again. He kept experimenting and soon he found he could drag his wet appendage over the entire surface of his member by combining the curling technique with some light humping. He created a vacuum in his mouth sucking his balls in and intensifying the pressure on his cock incredibly. His head bobbed on his lap, long deliberate strokes. Curling and uncurling on the down and up.
The smells and the sensations were getting to him, never mind the setting. He had found the best cock sucker in the world! Logan was good, but GOD- DAMN-! The feeling of his organ hitching in his throat, juices popping in and coating his mouth, the flavor of his own precum, he loved cock! An admission he could nigh deal with some days ago, but things had changed. He was working up, inches to centimeters to millimeters, it was right there.
Then he pulled off, no contact just a dick in the wind. Squirting of course, but only precum. It seemed he chose that moment to remember his lesson on edging. And yes, he hated himself for it. He moaned so loudly that his whole abdomen caved, he had to consciously avoid grazing himself, if he had he would cum. He was there on the edge for nearly a whole minute, penis convulsing in the wind. What a day he was in for.
An hour had come and gone and Prescott was nowhere to be found. Logan wasn't really worried he could find him wherever he was with the tracking system in his collar, but he was curious. "Where could that damn dog be?" He asked aloud to nobody. He shook it off. "He's usually back by now. Whatever..." He continued aloud. Then moved back to his living room. "I wonder what Skylar's doing." He was talking to Taco now. "Why is everything so complicated with this kid?" Taco stared him in the eyes and started wagging his tail. He cracked a smile.
This is why he needed Taco and Prescott, you could complain to them and they would just wag their tails because of the attention. Great stress relievers. As great as they are though, they couldn't wipe his mind of Skylar. He kept having flashbacks, nearly two weeks had past and still he was dreaming of that boy sliding his cock over his arms behind the chair, one of his most intense sexual fantasies now. Skylar's warm cum hitting his face. He licked his lips.
He knew where this was going, and he wasn't going to stop it anymore. He needed to indulge in this, he'd gone nearly two weeks without busting a nut, consciously anyway, he was pent up. Logan walked to his room and closed the door. Taco didn't need to see this, maybe Prescott could, the thought drizzled over him. But what he really wanted was Skylar's fat boycock in his ass again.
He sifted through his drawers and grabbed his largest dildo, the aptly named Trusty. It never quite got him there like Skylar's appendage, but Trusty, plus hand, plus fantasy equaled good times for Logan. So he hopped to lubing up energetically, no warmup this time. He was already horny. He sat down on it, all the way down, down to the area rug beneath him. Fullness like he hadn't felt in weeks. He loved being penetrated, it wasn't very manly of him, but he didn't mind. He had tastes after all, and what's more manly than having tastes?
He sat on it for a moment to adjust then carried on squatting over and over. No wonder his thighs were so well built, he didn't need a leg day, just a dildo really. He laughed to himself, feeling the ribbed texture quiver his sphincter involuntarily. The pleasurable vibrations got him far, but not quite there, he needed more. His hand, and some fantasy. So he jerked at his half rigid length.
His fantasies had always been kind of blah, big burly bears and such, but now he had more ammo... He could see Skylar in the living room cruising in his forearms, and it was good, but he could do better, it was his imagination after all. So he stopped for a moment. "What would be the hottest thing ever?" a question every man asks himself as he masturbates. His imagination didn't fail him.
"Logan I must be penetrated." Skylar begged in a meek voice while backing his soft butt into Logan's hips. "Please, it is imperative that I be filled with anything, anyone." Skylar cried. "Trusty." Logan called fatefully, and the dildo flew to his hand like a lightsaber, Logan pressed it insistently against Skylar's virgin entrance. "Oh Trusty, copulate with me, copulate with me as though I were a bitch in estrus" Skylar heaved moans like a porn star. Logan's fantasies are cheesy, true, but they were having an effect on him.
"Oh, Logan I love Trusty, forsooth, it is an indubitably large sexual apparatus, but I need your phallus in me post haste!" "Oh fuck yeah, thats exactly how he talks." Logan said hotly having exaggerated Skylar's comparatively superior linguistic skills. "I love the big words he uses" His ass bounced on Trusty, and his hand tightened around his cock. He was getting close, I don't know how, but he was.
Then a sudden urge came over him. He pulled his hand from his erection. "Come on, come on", he chanted aloud. "If Skylar can fuck a nut out of me so can I, right?" He challenged himself. He could imagine his blood pressure reaching an all time high in this moment as he pounded over and over, bearing down on his organs with all his might to increase the stimulation, his orgasm teetering on edge.
A whole minute passed and still. It was not enough that he was jackhammering himself with a dildo that was easily the length and girth of his own penis, it was not enough that he imagined Skylar's desperation as he was taken from behind, or that he hadn't touched himself in nearly two weeks. He couldn't cum the way he did in the hot tub, the way he did with Skylar's cock in his ass. The pleasure edged off, and at that moment he resigned himself to an orgasmless session. The first ever in his lifetime. He just couldn't be satisfied.
"DAMMIT!" He yelled loud enough to startle Taco, as he could hear the toy dog scurry to it's feet outside the door. "Was he really that good? Can I not even pleasure myself the way he did?... Shit..." Logan's thickly furred body swung laboriously into action as he stood up. Trusty slumped from Logan's parted cheeks to the floor unceremoniously, somehow exemplifying it's own failure. If Trusty had feelings, they would be hurting.
He could feel the pressure in his lower abdomen. An un-busted nut, sat primed in his ducts, waiting for sudden release. "Blue balls." Logan recited the term woefully, it felt emasculating. His cock stood at attention, still anticipating a coup de grâce, a stray breeze maybe. Logan swayed patiently in place, dejected as his erection subsided. "How am I going to get over this? The bar's set too damn high!" Juices leaked from his tip as his urethra grew shorter and shorter still.
"Ahh whatever, I gotta find that damn dog anyway." Logan opened his laptop.
Skylar had been working at himself for what felt like an eternity at this point, and not a single orgasm was had. "Maybe I'm taking this edging thing too seriously? I'll bet I only really had to do it that one time." His thoughts came subtly like background noise in his head drowned out by the tsunami of frustrating pleasure. "God, if I could only..." The pleasure was building up in him, but he'd be damned if he couldn't fit that maglite in his ass after all the stretching he was doing.
"No, not yet." He cried in frustration as he pulled his fingers from his backside and denied himself yet another orgasm. "I'm not cumming unless that fat maglite is pushing me over the edge." Oil dripped from his cock to his muzzle, his fingers tantalized the lining of his anus, waiting for permission to enter. Thirty more minutes of stretching and close calls racked his nubile body, then finally, a fourth finger slipped past. In no time the fourth finger was coming easily, and he was ready.
The maglite, with the girth of a D-cell battery and the length of 4, in atomic red. " Now that I think of it, wasn't this my Father's Day gift a few years back?" Oh if only his father knew... he probably would have returned it. He held back an obligatory laugh. What a strangely adult sense of humor he had about it. "Perhaps all this testosterone is getting to me?" He wondered not quite getting how right he was.
He grazed his hand along the surface of the flat rock he'd come to love. He caught the flashlight in his hand and pulled it in, while laying flat to the stone. Cock-stand-in in one hand, condom in the other he rolled to his side. He fumbled with the condom for quite a time until it rolled smoothly over the faux-phallus. He was getting excited, his overgrown pecker undulated and spewed it's juices generously as he looked over his handiwork. A quick lubing up ensued. Next stop; pleasure town.
He positioned the tip at his entrance and touched it to his flesh, be he immediately recoiled, throwing it from his hand to the stony ground nearby. He found the tip was cold , true, but what truly startled him was a sound he heard in the bushes behind him... His eyes darted to the origin of the noise, he got up slowly and inspected, but saw nothing. "It must have been a pinecone or something." he said to himself not entirely convinced. The sound was quiet, so whatever it came from couldn't have been human, and it seemed to have scurried off if it was alive.
He sighed, relieved by his conclusion and turned immediately to his flashlight, his heart still racing. If anything the incident spurred him on a little, "Maybe I'm being watched." the thought excited him. Skylar pressed on, slightly confused by his emotions in regards to voyerism, months had passed since he discovered sexual pleasure and still he was finding new and strange kinks to turn him on.
He inspected the flashlight. No real harm done, it still worked, but the condom had been damaged. "Oh well, that's why I brought spares!" He though cheerfully, not discouraged by the turn of events. He decided he needed to warm it up before he covered it this time. He pulled the damaged condom from the tool in his hand and slumped to his knees.
"Sucking cock... part two..." He said out loud, a declaration of the events to come, and a throwback to events passed. He lolled his tongue out and sat the shaft of the flashlight on his appendage. He could feel his mouth salivating. Imagine, a twelve-year-old drooling for cock. He slapped the underside of the red toy in front of him with his tongue, kneeling on the ground as if he was sucking at someone who wasn't there. His lips pulled tight over the girth and he shoved the phallus deeper into his mouth.
He choked back a cough and promptly continued. Much of what he did earlier translated to what he was doing now, the only real difference was there was more to take in, length-wise at least. He moved on in earnest sucking at the maglite as though it could really feel- and if it could, shit... He was sucking like he had his own. Deep, full length thrusts. He was shoving at least nine inches of metal cock substitute far past the opening of his throat. He was made for it, no gag reflex, so much saliva, and such an adept tongue.
He slumped further to the ground on his knees and elbows now. He wasn't just warming it up anymore, this was doing something for him. He could feel his cock slapping his belly bouncing as he forced an additional three inches down his neck. More and more gradually disappeared until he was licking at the button of the flashlight. He was lost at that moment, so enthralled with what he was doing that he hardly even realized the dog panting behind him.
Skylar's ears perked as he noticed the sound, he tugged slowly at the intrusion in his mouth and pulled it free lewdly with trails of his throaty juices landing on the ground, but before he could turn to look, he was mounted. As though he were asking for it, this mysterious boxer mix was poking a soft, fur covered erection at Skylar's well lubricated hole. Skylar immediately gave in, too aroused to deny even a strange dog's advances.
He moaned and braced his small body, welcoming the random intrusion. "Any port in a storm!" Said his cock, for it was doing all the talking. He could feel a silky appendage of unknown size, or even appearance pressing into him. It fit so far, and it didn't sting, to the contrary, whatever this dog had between its legs was sliding in quite nicely, and quickly to boot. "Oh, and that bump." Skylar's inexperience would be his undoing, surely.
The mysterious white-furred dog pounded at his freshly stretched anus. Knot popping in and out, a mind-bending tug and pull for the young boy who had never experienced more than fingers and a tongue up to this point. Then it lodged itself in a final time, and in a moment the dog 's manner changed. His humping grew frantic with his breathing and his paws tugged Skylar in close. If he knew any better, the puppy beneath might guess this was how a dog experienced orgasm. Skylar wasn't quite sure what had happened, but the thrust shortened considerably into more of a jack hammering motion. He could feel the dog's cock expanding in his ass and locking itself in place and his eyes started to water.
Oh, the sensations coming over him as it expanded. A growing pressure in his bowels, a feeling he had never experienced before. "Was this what Logan was feeling when I had sex with him? Oh my God, it's... uhhgn...this is..." He sighed, and gasped, and moaned as the dog stood embedded, then twisted about. Ass-to-ass, tails wagging, and running into one another. Finally it sank in, he was stuck. Locked in place, but he didn't mind, not as long as he felt that bulbous cock pulsing inside of him. Jets of feral sperm dressed his insides as he felt his guts distend slightly to accommodate the liquid injection.
He kneeled there on his rock fucked by a dog and hungry to cum. He'd teased himself for hours, it was starting to get dark at this point, if he got much stiffer he would explode. He lurched for the flashlight and began sucking on it again in the hopes that the situation alone might be enough of a turn on to make him cum. Ten inches sucked down until...
"Skylar?!" Logan inquired, loudly enough to register even through Skylar's lusty state of mind. His stomach tightened instinctively and with a lewd pop... Prescott's knot shot from deep within the adolescent boy's innards. An intense wave of pleasure surged in Skylar's body as dog cum leaked thick from the slightly gaping hole in his rear. Inches and inches of sloppy wet cock slipped from him for what seemed like an eternity.
His immature body quivered softly once, then he shouted out into the woods. "Haaaaaaaa!" He squeezed his legs and his cock bounced dryly, then he unsqueezed letting loose a torrent of dull warm pleasure. His cock sobbed cum and his orgasm felt like one long, immensely gratifying contraction. A puddle formed beneath his limply hanging, yet erect penis, and the puddle grew large. His body hummed with sensation, but he could feel more inside him, waiting for release.
Prescott darted off into the woods, the second his cock leapt from the boy, leaving a trail of slime in his wake. "Prescott!! Dammit!" Logan looked off into the woods forgetting for a moment what he witnessed. Then, back to reality. A shocked look came over him. "Skylar?" He turned back to look, but he couldn't see him, but then he felt him.
No words came from either of their mouths. Skylar was back on the edge already and suddenly, so was Logan. The blue balls from an hours past came back full force, begging to be drained. Logan just went with the flow, as Skylar, his little Skylar, pulled his pants down to his ankles. Right there in the middle of a forest on a rock, after being knotted by his faithful dog Prescott. "Nope. I cannot pass this up. Just can't." Logan realized for the second time- he was going to fool around with the neighbor boy.