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The bulldog sent me a note with directions to his place. He didn't live too far from my old man and I, but I wasn't too familiar with the area. I was drivin' around, and found the place almost by chance.

I was gonna be spendin' a week with him. It'd been awhile since our weekend at the cabin. I remember seein' the man's dick for the first time, it bein' such a little thing. I played with it and his lovely sack every chance I got. Couldn't wait to do it again. I wagered he was lookin' forward to havin' someone touch him again too.

I got up to the apartment complex he lived in. He lived pretty high up, 14 story buildin', he lived near the very top, on the 13th. I took the elevator up, his apartment wasn't far from there. There was a note in an envelope taped to his door with my name on it. I took it off and opened it.

"Hey bud,

"I'm at work now, if you remembered the spare key I gave you at the cabin, you can go right on in, remembering to lock the door behind you, and help yourself to anything in my kitchen. If not, I've included a map of the area with various places of interest and fast food restaurants marked with this note you can go to until I get back.

"I'll be home around 7 PM. Can't wait to enjoy the week with you!

"P.S. Please take your shoes off!"

Thankfully I did remember his key, I put it in the lock and turned it. I went on in and locked the door behind me, removin' my shoes in the process. It took me a sec to find the lights. Once I found them, I looked on, my jaw droppin' to the floor. Dude's got a nice place!

He had a livin' room that made ours look like shit, a TV that looked like it couldn't've been more than a few months old, and some soft couches for layin' on. I jumped on, immediately enjoyin' the feelin' of the material. I got a half boner imaginin' how many times the old bulldog's bare ass was layin' on the same cushion, his coinpurse gently caressin' it in its saggier moments...then I saw the old video game console hidden on one of the shelves under the TV. It was older than I was.

I was so happy to see it, I brought my handheld with me to play with while he was at work, thinkin' the man hated these things. I leapt up off the couch and went to it, takin' a look at his game collection. It was pretty respectable, a good selection of classics I'd heard of but never got to play. I figured I'd play until the bulldog returned.

---

I played for what seemed like an hour or two. The sound of a key enterin' the nearby door made me jump back a bit. I was so immersed that I forgot it was just about 7 PM. I paused the game and watched him open the door.

He was in a typical business suit, wearin' glasses, a jacket, and a tie. He had a bag of food in one hand, and his briefcase in the other.

"Evenin', bud!"

I got up off the floor and ran up to him, givin' him a huge hug.

"S'been awhile." He said.

"Yeah it has. Can't wait for some fun with you again."

"Eheh. First things first, you have dinner yet?"

"No, I completely forgot about eatin' when I saw your video games."

He took a look at his TV, which had the paused game on it.

"Ahh, had a feelin' that was the first thing you'd go for in here."

He removed his shoes and went up to his TV.

"Haven't played this one in forever. I played the shit out of it between semesters of college."

"And, durin' college?"

"Not much time for it. I don't even have the time for it now. I come home from work too exhausted to pick it up, and I usually run my errands on weekends. Glad it's seein' some play time now though. Anyway, in the mood for some Chinese? I always order extra so I can have some leftovers."

"Ooh, yes please!" Actually, my muzzle wanted me to destroy the bag in his hand and devour the contents from the moment he walked in, the overpowerin' scent of Chinese food always had me droolin'.

The bulldog gave me the bag.

"Why don't you set it up on the table and grab what you like? I'm gonna head into my bedroom and change into my night clothes, somethin' I think the both of us would like. You're welcome to remove any clothes you want as well. Drop 'em anywhere, I don't mind." He smiled lightly.

I removed my shorts and laid them on the couch, leavin' me in my shirt, some boxer-briefs, and my socks.

The bulldog popped his head out of his bedroom.

"So, bud, you want my undies on or off?"

Didn't take me long to decide.

"On, I'd like to take them off myself later."

"You got it, buddy." He smiled again.

I took all the takeout boxes out of the bag, as well as cups of soup and packs of eggrolls. I opened one up to see somethin' I liked immediately. I grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the bag and placed it by my food. I sat there and waited for the bulldog to come out.

A minute or so later, the bulldog was out of his bedroom, wearin' a red t-shirt that just barely covered his big belly, some blue briefs that gave a perfect outline of his scrotal bulge, and some long, gray socks. I got another half chub, I just couldn't wait to bury my face in his crotch later on.

The two of us ate our food, mostly silent, but every so often we'd talk about things. He saw me eatin' my food with chopsticks.

"Yer a natural with those, bud."

"Hm? Oh, dad wanted me to learn, every time we ordered Chinese I wasn't allowed to use silverware, so I learned quickly."

"Heh, strict. He was always so easy-goin' in college."

"He still is, but he always wanted me to be more culturally perceptive."

"That's nice of him. I learned how to use them when I lived in Japan."

"Japan?"

"Yeah, the company I work for has a branch in Osaka. I was transferred there for a year."

"Can you speak Japanese?"

"Haha, fuck no. I learned important things but I butchered everythin'. I had an interpreter whenever I had to speak in meetings. They needed me there for a special project which was already successful over here. They looked at me funny if I ever said anythin' in their language. I can understand a good bit, though."

He paused.

"...Food was delicious, though. The sushi there is so different from here. We add so many bells and whistles while they tend to keep it simple."

"Ahh Nihon no sushi wa oishikatta desu ne." I responded.

"Hahahaha! Good job, kid. Yeah, it was very delicious. When did you learn Japanese?"

"Only for a year in high school. I needed to take at least one language class to graduate, and Japanese was the only one that sounded interestin'."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Meh. Teacher was nice. Wasn't the best student. I nodded off in class every so often."

"Hm, figured you'd love it, especially considerin' how much porn comes from Japan."

"I could read simple things in their manga porn, but all the dicks are censored. Covered in pixels, or a black bar on the tip or somethin'. What's the point of porn if you can't actually see the dicks and the pussies clearly?"

The bulldog spit out his drink. He laughed pretty hard at that.

"Hahahahahahaha, yer hilarious, kid. Very true, too. Rented what looked like a good porno one evenin', took off my underwear and got ready to start goin' at myself when I see pixels everywhere. Even the woman's tits were pixelated. What the fuck, Japan."

"Well, weren't you able to have the real thing?"

"Once or twice. A lady would notice me at an izakaya and want to take me home. They love the fatsos there, kid. If they're not sumo wrestlers they're novelties. Wasn't the greatest sex, though. You might be more interested in the story of me at the public baths."

My dick perked up. "Yeah, what happened?"

"I got stared at by a few of the dudes. One dude looked directly at my wiener, said 'ah, o-naw-gee!' and pointed down at his own, he was just as small as I was. Another dude later wanted to touch it, and 'be gay' with me."

"Hahaha, did you?"

"Heh, naw. I declined, but let him have a free touch out of consolation. I didn't want to get kicked out of the place, it was very peaceful despite the starin'."

"Nice of you to let him touch your dick."

"We talked for awhile, he was a nice guy, surprisingly good at English."

---

As we finished our dinner, I helped clear the table. I took a look at the bulldog as he placed the leftovers in the fridge, bendin' down, the fabric of his briefs perfectly outlinin' the crack goin' down the middle of his ass when he came back up. He caught me starin'.

"Heh heh, I can see what's on yer mind." He said.

"Yeah, I didn't fap at all today."

"Brutal, bud. I can't go a day without havin' a good jerkin', after I wake up and before I go to bed."

"Me too, but I wanted to save my jizz for tonight, I wanna show you how far I can shoot."

"Heh heh, yer old man and I would often have little contests involvin' our dicks. Who could shoot the furthest, how many times we could make our half-chubs bounce before gettin' tired or fully erect, who could get a boner the quickest, who could stay soft the longest...maybe we can have a contest or two this week."

"Yes! Dad and I started doin' that once we started fuckin'. He loves those kinds of games."

"Heh heh, who wins more?"

"It's about even, I have more stamina but he can control his dick better."

"Haha, I almost always lost. Anyway, shall I show you my bedroom?"

I followed the chubby bulldog to his bedroom. My jaw dropped again. It was like a second livin' room, aside from the huge bed.

"I doubt you'll have any objections, but you and I will be sharin' my bed."

I smiled at him and nodded.

"Anyway, would you like to do the honor?" He asked, pointin' at his briefs.

"Of course."

I knelt down and gently tugged at the waistband of his briefs, pullin' them downward. I looked up, seein' him look back at me with a gentle smile. I continued pullin' to the point where his flaccid pig-in-a-blanket dick came into my view again for the first time in a few months. His coinpurse followed.

The bulldog cupped his hand into a fist, raised a pinky and put it to his mouth, imitatin' a bugle, playin' a fanfare. It surprised me, I let go of his underwear and it fell to the floor.

"Tada! My weenie!"

I started laughin' really hard. I stood back up to regain myself.

"Heh, happy you found that funny. Did it all the time with my ex-girlfriend, she hated it from the first time I did it."

"Don't know why, women have shitty senses of humor."

"Heh, yer old man one-upped me when he whipped his out to me for the first time, he played the theme of 2001: A Space Odyssey on his boom box as he stripped down."

I giggled, imaginin' my old man proudly whippin' his dick out durin' the last part of the music.

"You can pull down mine, too." I offered.

"Sure, bud."

He grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down, my boner bouncin' out as he did so.

"No fanfare?" He asked.

"Don't need one." I smiled.

"Fair enough. Why don't you have a seat on the bed? I'd like to put on a little show for you."

"What kind of show?"

"Well, I'm a bit of a collector when it comes to underwear. You can never have too much underwear, and it's fascinatin' to see the styles of underwear the world has to offer. I'll also give you the honor of removin' the underwear each time."

"Alright."

The bulldog grabbed the blue briefs, and my boxer-briefs, and threw them into his clothesbin.

"Oh, that's okay. I brought enough clothin' with me to last the week, you don't need to put my things in your laundry."

"Heh heh, I threw them in there so my underwear's musk can join with yers, so you can smell my dick every time you put them on."

"Ohhhhh." I liked this idea.

He walked over to his closet. I watched as his dick bounced as he walked. He went inside his closet and disappeared for a moment.

"Let's start with the more familiar and slowly get more and more exotic." He said from his closet.

He emerged from his closet, now wearin' a pair of green boxers.

"This one's for the hot days of summer. Keeps the airflow goin' between my legs and everythin' stays cool. One drawback, however..."

He took a couple of steps forward, and his cock flopped right out.

"Flimsy slit. No button to keep it closed, so from time to time my weenie makes unexpected appearances. If I keep it out long enough the balls will join in in the party. Oh, looks like I spoke too late."

My dick bounced upward again. He saw it.

"Heh heh, guess that ain't a drawback for ya."

"Can I fix it?"

"Go ahead, buddy."

I got up, knelt down, and pushed his penis and scrotum back through the slit, tryin' to close the slit as best I could.

"Thanks, kid." He said.

"Go ahead an' pull 'em off now."

I said nothin' and did just that. I grabbed the waistband and pulled off the flimsy boxers, revealin' my favorite parts yet again.

"Alright, next pair..." he said, walkin' back into his closet, grabbin' the boxers and puttin' them back.

A moment later, he came out with yet another pair of boxers, yet they were of a completely different style.

"This pair's got a button, so my wiener can't make any easy escapes unless I unbutton it. They're comfy, but there's also another unfortunate, sexy drawback to them, if you'd like to get up off the bed for a minute and have a look..."

I got up off the bed. He sat down, and laid back. The crotch wrap on the boxers was so thin they did absolutely nothin' to cover his dick and sack aside from the very middle of his goods.

"By the way, if there's any way you want me to model these things before you take 'em off, just ask."

I just stared in awe at his boxers, which were useless when he laid down.

"Nights I wear these, I tend to just pull 'em off before bed and sleep bare-assed, not before a nice fap, of course."

I didn't realize that I'd been jackin' it then and there until he mentioned his own fap sessions. Hearin' this old man speakin' so candidly to me about his underwear and his dick, I had to admit it was so hot, even though we hadn't gotten to the part where I sucked the jizz out of him.

I stopped momentarily and went to pull off his boxers. Like always, I was happy to see them get pulled off his body.

The bulldog got up and went to his closet again. He emerged in a pair of transparent mesh briefs. I started to fap harder.

"Heh heh, had a feelin' you might like this pair. I put these on when I'm feelin' especially sexy."

"Do a full turnaround, please."

"Sure thing."

The bulldog showed off the transparent briefs, which did nothin' to conceal the look of his intimate areas. He slowly turned around, showin' off his bare ass in the briefs, the light brown fur of his ass cheeks still very visible. He bent over a little to spread his cheeks apart, revealin' his pink hole through the mesh.

I quickly went up to pull them off. I think he was taken aback by it. Once I pulled them down I gave the bulldog's asscheeks a good rub, feelin' one cheek with each hand. I also spread them out some more to reveal the hole again, the same hole I enjoyed playin' with back in the cabin, which felt like it was so long ago.

"Heh heh, show's not over yet, bud. Still got a lot of undies to show off. Feel free to continue jerkin', though. Tell me when yer gonna sploot across my room, I wanna see."

The old man took his mesh briefs back with him into the closet. I sat back on the bed.

"Oof!" I heard from the other room, along with a loud snappin' sound.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, I let go of the waistband too early and it slapped my hip. I'll live."

The bulldog emerged again, this time with a thong on. It was big, but it looked a little tight on him.

"A thong? Are they comfortable?"

"Actually, they can be very comfy. I walk around forgettin' they're on some times. Other times I just want to pull them off immediately."

I had him model these for a little longer than the others. They were very revealin'. On the front, they clearly showed that the bulldog's bulge was all balls and no dick. The back, his heavenly ass was completely uncovered, save for the cloth flossin' between his cheeks. I also had him lay down on his bed, and spread his legs. Seein' just about everythin' EXCEPT his package was totally hot.

"Okay, time to pull them off."

I went and helped him remove the thong. The dick's entrance never failed to make my own twitch violently.

He got up off his bed and went back to his closet.

He came back out, in a jockstrap.

"I didn't know you did sports!" I said.

"I don't! This jockstrap's for relaxin' in. The material is softer and isn't meant to be too functional for exercise. Like a regular bra instead of a sports bra."

He did a 180°, revealin' his completely uncovered ass. I got up and spread his cheeks again. I had him go back on to his bed, to sit and lay, it was just like the thong except now there was no stupid cloth to go between the asscheeks and cover up his nice hole.

"I'm gonna pull 'em off now." I said.

He said nothin', and got up. He may have been surprised, but I tried pullin' them off by the leg cuffs rather than the waist band. When that didn't work, I pulled them off the normal way.

The bulldog returned to the closet. He started talkin' again from inside.

"Okay...this one doesn't quite count as underwear, but I'll bet you'll love it just as much."

He came out of his closet wearin' a kilt. I quickly jumped out of the bed.

"Also had a business trip to Scotland a couple years back. Got myself a couple of these over there. I don't know why they're so expensive over here."

He lifted them up.

"I do have a pair of briefs on underneath, though. Can you take them off without removin' the kilt or liftin' it?" He winked at me.

He lowered the kilt again. I knelt down and tried pullin' them off. He didn't make it easy.

"Tease!" I said.

"Heh heh. I wanted to make it a little harder, the next pair is gonna be an even bigger challenge."

I struggled a bit, but eventually I was able to put my finger through the leg holes, feelin' the underside of his sack in the process, as I slowly lowered them down from underneath his kilt. I continued pullin' them down, as they met with the fabric of his socks, and then the floor.

I looked underneath and saw his bare junk, freed from any underwear coverin' up the good stuff.

"Heh heh, you can go up inside, if you'd like."

I put my head up his kilt. My muzzle met with the underside of his dick. I felt it twitch on my snout, which made my own dick twitch in reaction.

I had him get on the bed and model the kilt some more. He laid down, legs spread out, makin' his sack very easy to see. He stretched out his legs on the bed even more to the point that the kilt no longer covered anythin' in front (with some help from me liftin' the thing up a bit).

"Alright," he said, "next pair."

He went in, and stayed in there for a good minute or so.

"Hm...how do I do that again...ah...yes...put that through here..."

He eventually came back out, wearin'...I had no clue.

"It's a fundoshi. I got a few while I was livin' in Japan."

I must've looked puzzled to him.

"They're not traditional pull-on underwear in any sense, no elastic waistband, just a very long cloth that you twist and tie and wrap up into this. Covers my weenie, and wraps against my ass cheeks." He said, doin' a full 360°.

"The material is pretty light...and kind of thin. I have a water bottle by my alarm clock, could you hand it to me?"

I grabbed it with my free hand, my other hand bein' busy on my cock. I handed it to him.

"As you can see," he said, twistin' the cap off, "if I get it wet, and they most certainly will get wet or sweaty...ooh, cold...they become almost completely transparent."

He was right, his pink penis head was visible through the material.

"Alright, time to try gettin' them off...without pullin' them down." He said.

I went and tried pullin' them off through the leg holes. The material stayed put, like it was glued to him.

"No, that's not gonna work..." He chuckled. "You'll have to find where the cloth is loose and go from there. "It's a tricky process, I had trouble myself at first, I was about to piss in them one afternoon before a big meetin'."

I tried for awhile, I couldn't find what he was lookin' for. Tryin' to pull them from the waist didn't work either. They were taut. On top of that, I was gettin' really close.

"I give up." I said.

"Heh, alright, bud. I can tell yer gonna explode in a sec, so I'll go ahead and do this the quick and dirty way."

He tugged on a couple of areas of the fundoshi. Immediately, the thing came loose and the semi-wrapped piece of cloth fell to the floor. Seein' the old bulldog's flaccid dick again took me over.

"I'm gonna..."

"Go right ahead, buddy!"

My jizz shot from the bed to the wall. Made a pretty loud sound as the liquid hit the wall and oozed downward. Three of the shots hit the wall, the fourth and fifth didn't go as far. The sixth just dribbled out of me.

"Hahaha, shit, buddy."

"Heh, sorry...You want me to go clean that off?"

"Don't worry about it, I've jizzed all over this room a million times over. I clean the room periodically."

"Ah, alright."

"You can sit back on the bed, I've got one more pair to show you."

I was tired, this little undie show of his went on for a good half hour or so. He returned to the closet, puttin' the fundoshi away.

"And now, the pièce de résistance..."

He came out of his closet in just his t-shirt and socks.

"The finest underwear, made from materials only the elite can see, a pair of underwear fit only for the greatest emperor...or somethin' like that, I don't remember how that story goes."

I laughed.

"Haha, I remember that story. Had to hide the boner I got in class."

"Heh heh, it was a good story, wasn't it."

He hopped into the bed, layin' down.

"Some nights, after work, I'd put on a t-shirt or tank top, nice fresh pair of soft, long socks if it was chilly, and one of these pairs of underwear, sexy or not, dependin' on my mood that night. However, most nights, I'd forego the undies and let the wiener flop around uncovered."

"Even with your ex-girlfriend around?"

"Yup. She hated when I walked around indecent, but she was livin' here for free so she couldn't complain too much. She'd say things like, 'cover up your tiny dick, please', and I'd respond with 'hmmm, nah'."

He continued.

"Kinda sad you went off without me, there. I got a little pent up puttin' on and takin' off undies for ya, would you like to take care of that?" He asked.

I said nothin', and started my way down. I was still very horny after jizzin' the huge load. I was happy to put him in my muzzle. His dick quickly grew into a stubby boner in my mouth, a nice size and perfect fit. Loved goin' all the way down on it, my snout pressin' against the fur on his fupa. My wet nose must've tickled him there.

"Oooh cold, hehehe." He giggled.

I tickled the tip of his head with the tip of my tongue, lickin' up all the pre he made.

"Ahh, wow, you got me close quickly, bud...think I'm gonna...ohhyeaaahhhh"

I felt his load shootin' into my mouth. I swallowed each and every spurt, timin' it to the next one.

"Hnnngg..." he grunted as he thrusted into me.

Once he finished, I let his dick out of my mouth, watchin' it soften back up into its cute pig-in-a-blanket form.

"Ahh...a nice blowjob. Thanks, bud."

"Of course. Thanks for the little show, I loved it."

"Anytime bud. There's plenty more undies in that closet I could show off, but now's the time for sleep. Tomorrow's Saturday, so we got all of the day to rock out with our cocks out."

"Alright then."

"Oh. All parts of my body are free to touch while I sleep. I'm a pretty deep sleeper." He smiled.

"Alright, play with your sack while you sleep. Will do!" I joked.

"Hahaha. Good night bud."

"Night." I said, kissin' him on the cheek.

"Oh, a kiss, eh? Hope you don't mind sloppy bulldog kisses."

Without warnin', he let his lips lock with mine, and let his tongue enter my mouth. I was taken aback but got into it. Just as suddenly as he started, he finished, removin' his lips from mine.

"Ah...cuddlin' like this...takes me back to when I cuddled with yer old man...we'd hold each other in bed, talk about problems we had, relationships, classes, anythin' that we weren't happy with, we cheered each other up, clothed or unclothed."

"Happy you got to be friends with him."

"Yeah..." he said, driftin' off into sleep.

---

I woke up to the light shinin' in my face. The scent of musky dick permeated the entire room. I noticed it the night before, but it was part of the sexy atmosphere so I paid it no mind. Now, it was a distraction from sleep.

I looked at the chubby bulldog. He snored as he slept, not enough to bother me though, as my old man snores too. His back was to me, so once I lifted the blanket I had a lovely view of his huge ass.

I went under the blanket, and stared at it for awhile. I gently grabbed the two cheeks, rubbin' my hands against the soft fur. To think this old bulldog was so willin' to let me see and touch his intimate areas despite bein' interested in bitches. It was still beyond me, but I was happy to just touch anythin' on him.

I reached around to the other side so I could feel up his dick and sack. His legs were kinda scrunchin' it up though, I could only feel some of his sack, the rest was all buried between his legs, and in his fupa, with the position he was in.

I returned from underneath the covers and put my head back on the pillow. Not long after, the snorin' stopped.

"Mmmmmhhh...harghhh." The old bulldog growled as he yawned.

"Mornin', kid."

"Mornin'."

"How'd you sleep?"

"Good, I woke up to the smell of our cocks."

"Heh heh, yeah, kind of a strong scent in here ain't it. Just reminds you that yer a man. Normally I shower before bed, but I think both of us were a little impatient and wanted to get our rocks off, so I might be a little nasty at the moment."

"Not at all, it reminded me of my old man, he's always kinda musky after work too."

"Heh...anyway, I gotta piss. Wanna watch?" He offered.

"Actually, I gotta piss too. We can go together!"

"Sounds like fun. Let's head to my bathroom, bud."

The two of us got out of his bed and walked into his bathroom, which was connected to his bedroom. He lifted the lid of the toilet, and as I was about to let 'er rip, he stopped to whisper somethin' in my ear.

"I'll let you aim my wiener if you let me aim yers."

I got excited at that idea and nodded furiously at him.

Instantly, he grabbed my dick. Not too tightly, but enough to help aim it to his toilet. I followed, lightly grabbin' his pig-in-a-blanket with just one finger and my thumb, aimin' it as best I could.

Within seconds, the two of us started pissin'. I was surprised at how well I was aimin' a dick that wasn't attached to my body.

"Shall we cross the streams?" He asked, devilishly.

"Nothin' good ever comes from crossin' the streams." I responded.

"Heh heh, alright."

The two of us just about finished.

"Do you shake or squeeze?"

"Shake. You?"

"Squeeze, smaller weenies can't be shaken too well."

He gently shook out the last few drops from my dick. I wasn't quite sure about him, though.

"How much is left and how hard should I squeeze?"

"Not much, and not too hard, I'll tell you if yer hurtin' me."

I gently squished what little shaft there was between the two fingers I was holdin' it with. The last few bits dripped out of him into the toilet. He reached for the handle and flushed.

"Now, I was originally thinkin' of showerin' with you, but why not somethin' a bit more relaxin'?"

He went over to his huge bathtub and placed the stopper over the drain.

"A bath?" I asked.

"How about it? We get to sit in the hot water and relax, maybe help clean each other..."

"Sure!"

The old bulldog slipped off his socks, and removed his shirt. It was the first time I saw him completely naked. There were quite a few spots of light brown fur on his belly and chest, almost perfectly outlinin' his torso, from his tits to just under his belly button. Big, bright pink nipples interrupted his fur, just askin' for me to tease the shit out of them.

"Heh, you gonna take yer shirt off too or did you want it cleaned in here as well? Or were you just too busy starin' at a real man's body?"

"Oh, heh." I blushed.

I took my own shirt and socks off. I sometimes wished I was chubbier, kinda like my old man. I guess I just had very high metabolism, I could eat foods with the shittiest nutritional value all the time and stay pretty lean.

"Work out, kid?"

"Not really. I did the bare minimum in P.E. I just am good at metabolizin' shit, I guess."

"Heh, I was like that once. Then by the 5th grade I got chunkier and only got bigger throughout middle and high school."

We stood there and waited for the bath to fill up.

"Let's pose for each other while we wait, kid." He said.

He immediately started doin' some body buildin' poses, jokin' around, makin' manly noises as he did it. I laughed, and joined in, posin' my naked self back at him.

Once the bath filled up, he got in, and sat down, beckonin' me to join him. The bath was huge, surprisingly more than enough room for the both of us to sit down.

I was about to start reachin' for the cleanin' stuff, but the moment I was about to grab a bottle, the bulldog stopped me.

"Wai-wai-waitasec, kid. Right now the bathwater is nice and clear, let's relax before we start latherin' up and make the water all opaque. You can enjoy the view and maybe play with a few of the bath toys under the water."

"What bath toys? I don't see any- ohhhh, heh."

I leaned forward and gently grabbed at the bulldog's scrotum, teasin' his balls.

"There ya go, bud." He gently leaned back, puttin' his hands behind his head.

I went a little further up, rubbin' his dick. I felt it twitchin', he was enjoyin' my teasin'.

We did this for awhile, until he grabbed a bottle of body wash.

"Body wash is better than bar soap, bud. You know why?"

"No, why?"

"Because you get to feel every part of your body as you lather it up...or whoever else you're latherin' up. I'll clean you if you clean me."

He gave me the bottle of body wash. I immediately squeezed out a good bit of soap. I rubbed it all over my hands to get a good lather goin'. As I was doin' that, he stood up.

"Can't clean someone else too well when they're lyin' down. Go ahead and lather me up, kid."

I stood up and started rubbin' it all over his belly. Such a round belly, perfectly plump, no sagginess anywhere. I went up north, soapin' up his mantits. I teased his areolas as I did so. I felt them get erect under my fingers.

"Arms up!" I said.

He immediately raised his arms, revealin' his pits. I went ahead and covered 'em in suds.

I went around and washed his back for a good bit.

"Feels really nice, kid. Don't be afraid to get all up my ass with that soap."

No sooner did he say that did I already start goin' down south to his butt. Soaped up the cheeks, got in between the crack, givin' his pink hole a nice cleanin' too. I turned back around to give his dick and sack some love with the soap, latherin' 'em up to the point where they were completely hidden behind the suds. Went further down south, gettin' his legs, returnin' back up to get his arms as well.

The bulldog sat back down.

"Alright, my turn to wash you."

I hand him the bottle of body wash. He didn't take it, instead he gave a "uh-uh" gesture with his fingers. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the arms and pulled me onto him.

"This is how I'm gonna wash you."

He was strong, grabbin' me like a toy, rubbin' me all against the soap I put on his belly, gettin' the suds on me. He turned me around to get the soap on my back, and started playin' with my goods to get them all clean as well. A hidden finger found its way to my asshole, and started ticklin' that with soap too.

"Ya put tons of soap on me, I figured, why waste it and pour some more on ya when I could just use mine on ya?"

"Good thinkin'." I said.

---

The two of us got out of the bath, and toweled off.

After brushin' our teeth and applyin' deodorant to our pits, we returned to his bedroom, all clean and naked.

I grabbed a t-shirt and felt okay not puttin' on anythin' else.

"Hey bud."

I turned to look at the naked bulldog.

"T-shirt or tanktop?" He asked, holdin' the two up.

The t-shirt had an old band's album artwork on it. The tanktop was rather plain, but had "Look at my penis!" written on it with an arrow pointin' downward.

"Hm, t-shirt now, tanktop later." I said.

"Good choice. Don't know if I wanna wear that tanktop if we go out today."

He put the tanktop back and put the t-shirt on. He then pulled out a pair of socks from his sock drawer.

"Lessee if we can go the entire day without havin' to cover up our dicks, kid." He said, pullin' the socks over his feet.

"Have you done it before, aside from our weekend in the cabin?"

"Buncha times. When that last hurricane hit I went out the day before and got enough food and supplies to keep me goin' all day. Had a nice little movie marathon goin', jacked off a record amount of times...I love this pair of socks, kid. Feel them." He raised his covered foot at me.

It felt very soft and plush.

"Nice and soft. Always wear these on Saturdays when the weather cools down. Long too, they go just about up to my knees."

"Have any longer pairs?"

"I used to, I got into some fruity shit for awhile, gave 'em away before my ex moved in."

The bulldog stood up.

"So, like my choice of dress for today?"

He did a 360°, showin' off the t-shirt and socks. His dick bounced around lightly with each step he took.

"Nice!" I said.

"Alright, breakfast time." He said. "You can go check out the TV for awhile, I'll go prepare it."

---

I got on the couch and turned on the tube. I channel surfed for awhile. We had cable at home and he had a satellite, so I had to see what networks were on different channels. Not much on in the mornin', just news shows and infomercials.

"Got Webfilms, bud. If nothin' good's on, just switch over to HDMI 2. Throw on somethin' you like. We'll watch it as we eat breakfast."

I did just that. I searched through the library and found a sci-fi movie I didn't get to see in theaters.

"I hear there's a hot all-dude shower scene in this one." I said, hittin' play.

"Hahaha, sounds good. Wouldn't mind a couple bitches latherin' up..." he trailed off as he continued preparin' breakfast.

As the openin' credits ended, my attention was slowly drawn away from the movie and towards the smell of delicious food. I turned around to see the bottomless bulldog's ass gently swayin' around as he moved the skillet on the range.

"'Cha makin'?"

"A little buffet." He responded.

My attention was no longer on the movie, but on the sweet and savory scents bein' produced in the kitchen, as well as a bare ass movin' around.

"Ahhh, wanna focus on the movie but too hypnotized by delicious smells and bulldog butt."

The bulldog laughed some more.

"Such a horny rottie you are. Food's just about done, come over to the table, we've got a good view of the TV from there."

We sat at the table and dug in. We were mostly silent while we ate and watched. Every so often we'd tease each others' goods under the table as we ate. I decided to ask somethin' that I wondered about.

"Do you know why you're so comfortable with doin' things like this with another dude? Are you bi?"

"Hmmm..." he thought about it.

"I never really thought about labelin' my own sexual views. I kinda always felt I was straight, kid. There's nothin' more I love than playin' with a nice pair of titties, and poundin' a good pussy."

"But you're also very open to bein' naked with other men and even have sex with them too. Not too many dudes who say they're straight like doin' that."

"Well, it's like I said before in the cabin, kid. I have sex with women because I love them. I have sex with men because I'm good friends with them and wanna get off with them every so often."

"Why are you comfortable with bein' naked around me and my old man?"

"Hmmm...well, my own old man was very open. I had a bunch of brothers and no sisters, and my own old man would often walk around with his junk floppin' about. He often told us there was nothin' wrong with us all walkin' around the house the same way. I remember him also givin' us a speech about the size of our wieners. He had a little stubby one like I do, so he told us it was very likely none of us were gonna be hung like some of our friends at school. He also said for us to not feel bad about that fact, and to love our wieners despite their small size."

"Sounded like a smart guy." I said.

"Heh. Not always. At the barn he'd get naked and do mud wrestlin' with my older brothers. He wondered why he'd get sick all the time. All that bacteria he'd walk through..." He cringed. "...S'probably why I'm the only one in my family with a degree."

"I see." was all I could say to that.

"Anyway, kid, if you wanna think I'm bisexual or somethin' like that, I really can't stop you. I'm just me. I love gettin' naked with people, and gettin' off with them, regardless of what they have between their legs. I consider you a good friend just like yer old man, so I'm happy to knock my junk around with you."

"Sounds good...and, the kissin'?"

"I kiss my guy friends all the time if they're okay with it. Not usually in the mouth but definitely somewhere on their face. Yer old man's not big on my brand of kiss so I never did it much with him."

"Didn't you consider the idea of havin' a steady relationship with him?"

"Well, yes, but that was college, when I was really unsure of that whole thing. After gettin' dumped by bitch after bitch after bitch, gettin' off only with him for long periods, I thought maybe that'd be a good idea. I was a little hurt to see him find a bitch by the time we graduated, but time passed and I felt better, and ready to find my own wife again."

"Ah...will you still be okay with knockin' your junk around with me when you do find a wife?"

"Heh, dunno...maybe, kid."

---

After we finished eatin', I went back to the couch, the bulldog insisted he'd take care of cleanin' up, since I was a guest. Didn't take him too long, though. He saw me layin' on the couch, spread out.

"Mind if I join in, bud?"

"Not at all!" I said, lettin' my legs up, givin' him a good view of my taint and asshole as he sat and laid opposite me.

"Hmm, how to have us layin' on each other without hurtin' each other..."

We configured our legs so the two of us could get nice and close. My legs ended up layin' on his thighs.

"Hold your penis out of the way, kid."

I did what he asked, grabbin' my slightly longer dick and holdin' it out of the way. He eased in against me further, lettin' his sack rub against mine.

"There we go. Gotta get these four guys nice and acquainted." He joked. "Yer old man and I did this every so often, lay on each other like this, and let our random boners poke each other."

"This is officially gay now." I said, lettin' go of my dick.

"Ah, well. I tried pretendin' not to be a fag."

Both of us started laughin'. We continued watchin' the movie.

A little while into it, I heard an "ah, shit" comin' from the other side of the couch.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"...Gotta piss again. I don't wanna get up though..."

"Oh, it's no problem, I'l-"

"Hand me that empty water bottle by you, kid."

"Huh? Ah." I said, seein' a water bottle I didn't notice before. I handed it to him.

"You might wanna hold your penis out of the way again."

He laid the end of the water bottle on my sack, while he placed the head of his wiener into the openin'. Not long after, he started pissin' into the bottle. I felt the warmth of the liquid against my sack. I'll be honest, it gave me a half chub. Pretty sure he saw it, but didn't say anythin' about it. Once he finished, he put the cap on it and laid it on the floor by him.

"I'll go empty that out after the movie's over. I do this all the time when I'm too lazy to get up to piss. I started doin' that when my girlfriend complained that me gettin' up to piss in the middle of the night would wake her up and bother her. So I'd piss into a bottle and empty it in the mornin'."

"She was okay with you basically pissin' in bed?"

"Oddly enough, yeah."

We continued with the movie. Every so often a boner of his or mine would poke against the other dick. We both chuckled a bit whenever it happened.

When the movie ended, I saw that the bulldog was nappin'. Guess he didn't find it as interestin' as I did. I took this opportunity to fondle his scrotum for awhile. Didn't last too long, my playin' with it must've woken him up. So much for bein' a deep sleeper.

"Mmmph. How long was I out, kid?"

"Maybe about 20 minutes? I didn't notice you fell asleep, honestly."

"Ah, well...guess the movie couldn't hold my interest."

"What would you like to do now?" I asked.

"Dunno. Why don't we just cuddle for a bit?"

"Sure."

I got on top of the bulldog, who held me in his arms. He gently rubbed my back.

"Any problems you wanna get off yer chest, kid? You know I'm a good listener."

"Hmmm...no, not right now, I'm very happy with my life. Very carefree, get to lounge around and do whatever. Plus I get to have all the sex I want from you or my old man."

"That's good to hear, kid. Time's been good to me too, I'm over my ex, my job's been goin' well, and I got to come home to a friend who loves gettin' down and dirty with me yesterday."

"You like your job?"

"I do, bud. Sure, there are rough days when the boss is ridin' me, and I come home exhausted almost all the time. But it pays very well, and I get to live in this nice apartment and have a good bit of disposable income which I can use for vacations and such. I get to rest on the weekends, and I get paid vacation time. But I'm never dreadin' the work days ahead. I studied what I loved in college, and got a salaried job in the same field."

"Really?"

"Yeah, that's how it's meant to work, anyway. You go to college to study your favorite subjects, get a degree in that field, and work in that field. Life would be really shitty if you hated what you had to do every day."

"I guess."

"Yer old man's doin' what he loves too. And he makes enough money to support two people and have a nice little house for you and him."

"Yeah..."

"Somethin' wrong, kid?"

"Well, gettin' into this makes me a little uncomfortable."

"I know, bud. But we agreed that you wouldn't be leavin' here without some idea of what you'd like to do with your life. Trust me, kid...playin' video games all day while waitin' for your dad to come home will get borin'. Some dear friends of mine from high school tried doin' just that after we all graduated, and these days they're either workin' dead end retail jobs that pay shit, tryin' to make ends meet, some of them with children in tow, or they're still livin' with their parents, with no jobs, depressed, wonderin' what the hell happened to their lives, still actin' like children themselves."

Him sayin' this shit really bothered me. I'm sure my face showed it.

"I'm not discouragin' you from takin' a year off, though, bud. Enjoy it. Just one year to yerself at this time in yer life ain't gonna kill ya. Gives you time to think more clearly about what you want to do, as well as time to do what you want now." He smiled.

"I know...Every time I thought about it this summer though, I couldn't think of anythin' I wanted to pursue. I told you I sucked at music, art, technology, hated math, science and history...what else is there?"

"There's plenty of shit, bud. Tons of well-payin' jobs in all kinds of things."

"The only things I know I really like doin' are playin' games and suckin' dicks..."

"Well, you could try gettin' a job at a video game company. As for the dicks, the porn and sex industry's pretty shady, I'd stay away from wantin' to get jobs there."

"Why?"

"It might not be hard to get into, but it's surely hard to get out of. And it stays with you if you do decide to pursue somethin' else. People will find the gay porn you did years back when they do a background search on you and decide not to hire you because you'd tarnish their good name."

"That sucks."

"It does, kid."

"And...I don't know about a video game job, again I suck at computers."

"Don't need to know about technology to have a job at a game company. You could be in the PR department, tryin' to convince stores to stock the games and people to buy 'em, or you could help develop the concepts in the games, leavin' the tech stuff to the tech people. Or you could put those Nihongo skills of yers to work and help translate the games that come over from Japan. There's literally tons of things you could do, and get paid a wage that gets you a nice apartment like this, kid."

I thought about it.

"What if I realize that I don't want to do that while I'm in college?"

"That's okay too. Most college students end up graduatin' with a degree in somethin' other than their original major. I originally wanted to pursue the culinary arts. That's not what my degree is in. Yer old man did the same thing. I just want you to have a goal in mind now. If you change your goal later, that's more than okay."

I thought some more.

"...Okay, I'll look into some sort of degree that'd have me workin' with video games."

"Good job, bud. I'd suggest lookin' it up on the internet, askin' around, seein' what kinds of classes people took in college for their jobs in game companies."

"Alright."

The bulldog pecked me on the cheek.

"Now that that's out of the way..."

I felt a stubby boner pokin' my leg.

"How about a nice frot session?" He smiled.

My dick perked up.

"Of course, I'm always up for that."

The two of us laid on the couch for awhile, rubbin' our hard cocks against each other. His thick glans kept rubbin' against the tip of my foreskin, givin' me a boner really quickly.

"I loved squishin' our balls together durin' the movie. Made me feel very close to you." The bulldog said. I nodded.

"Your big sack felt very big and soft on mine....I also kinda liked when you pissed in the bottle. I felt how warm it was."

"Heh heh, saw you goin' up to half-mast as I did it. Ever piss with yer old man?"

"Sometimes. He isn't big on that sort of thing though, doesn't talk about it too much. Doesn't invite me to piss with him, I'll just go in and start while he's goin', or vice versa."

"Yeah, I remember him mornings after we'd go at it, he'd go to piss, close the door and lock it. Like he didn't want me to see his dick despite the fact that it was in my mouth just a few hours earlier."

We continued thrustin' against each other, talkin' more about our own dicks, my old man's, his old man's, other friends'...

"So that's why I love havin' a shirt or tanktop on while keepin' my wiener out," he said, "my own old man would do it all the time, in front of us. I thought it was pretty normal so I did it too, as did my brothers."

"You saw your brothers' dicks?"

"Yeah. All cut, just like mine. Some more cut than others."

"Who was the longest?"

"My second oldest brother. He'd often let my oldest know this by pointin' down at it and goin 'You may be oldest, but I'm biggest.' He often got a smack in the back of his head by my old man afterward, though. Remember what he said about our wieners and how big they were. 'No makin' fun of small wieners' was rule number one in our house."

"Was there any sex between you and them?"

He chuckled.

"Naw, kid. We were all pervs but none of us did that together."

"What about the husky and boxer? What were their dicks like?"

"The boxer? He had a penis like yer old man's. Very thick, but circumcised. Wasn't much of a cuddler, but didn't mind a night of video games with very little clothin' on. I remember teasin' his dick every so often to distract him from winnin'. He was the longest of us when flaccid, so I let him know that by givin' it a flop when he least expected it."

"And the husky?"

"The husky was similar to me in a way, short, thick weenie, but he had no trouble findin' a bitch. He went steady with one for a good year and a half before they broke up. He cuddled with me pretty hard the evenin' it happened. Almost had me cryin' too."

"Where are they now?"

"Hmmm, not quite sure bud. I didn't keep in touch with them as much as yer old man. I'd say they're probably both married now with the luck they had in college. Don't imagine they'd be into this sort of thing nowadays. A reunion between the four of us would be cool, though."

"Yeah, I'd like to meet them." I said.

"I'm sure they'd be happy to meet you too, the three of us always looked highly upon yer old man...anyway, wanna turn the other way? I got a nice tongue for your wiener."

I said nothing and turned, facin' his dick now. I started jackin' the old bulldog off with one hand, and played with his sack with the other.

I was already pretty close from all that frottin'. From how thick he was gettin', he was probably almost there too.

I moved one hand from his sack to his ass. He felt my fingers teasin' at the crack, and immediately shifted so his asshole would be more accessible. Gave his pink pucker a good fingerin' as I jacked him off. I was surprised as he started doin' the same thing, shovin' one of his thick fingers into my hole. It took me over the edge.

"Gonna jizz...UGH"

I shot into the bulldog's mouth. He easily swallowed everythin'. He didn't give much warnin', but he also started jizzin', shootin' a couple of times onto my chin, and then dribblin' all over my hand.

---

As the week progressed, we continued doin' more of the same, hangin' out with little clothin' on. Some nights he'd put on one of his sexy pairs of underwear, and take 'em off later on so I could enjoy his private area some more. We didn't do a whole lot of fuckin' in the butt, my ass had been violated by my old man so much that the bulldog's dick wouldn't do much inside me. I was more interested in simply fingerin' the old bulldog's ass than puttin' my dick in it. Not to say I NEVER fucked him, though, heh heh.

A good bit of suckin' happened between the both of us, got at least 2 or 3 blowjobs a day from him, and he in return got about the same amount.

The old man called us while I was there, he was happy to hear that I had goals for college in mind now.

When he'd come home from work, he'd be pent up, ready to have a nice evenin' of playin' around with me. One night he finally decided to play some video games with me. We sat on his floor, him holdin' me, rubbin' his little wiener against my ass, givin' me tips for the games he had.

The night before the last one, we finally went out of his apartment for awhile and went out to a nice restaurant. To avoid suspicion over why an old bulldog was goin' out with a young rottie, we told them that he was my uncle. I grew to like callin' him that, even doin' so durin' sex later on.

"Heh, that makes this little relationship between us much naughtier, doesn't it." He chuckled.

---

The two of us hugged and kissed on our last night. I was gettin' ready to go back home to my own old man, who surely had been missin' me and been wantin' to share his own boner with me.

"Have a good trip home, kid. You know I'm always up for more visits."

"I'd be happy to come again."

"I'd love that." He took my hand, and placed it on his crotch. I was able to feel a slight erection.

"My little wiener does too."

I chuckled. Man, what a week.