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Webmistress' note: This started out as a story by me but I only got a tiny way before I lost my idea. I went to (non-nsync) message boards and posted, asking if anyone could -or wanted to- continue with my beginning. One, whom I met on a singles messageboard & just happened to write online fiction, did. He is now my good friend "PuppyBoy" who, for personal (and obvious) reasons wants to keep his identity secret. The section of this story I wrote will be in purple. Afterwards it will revert to black as PuppyBoy continues the story. Boy, it sure has been a long day Thought Justin as he pulled into the driveway. He got out of the car and pulled off his shirt and went inside. “Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!” yelled Chris as he tackled Justin to the floor, face down. “What the hell?!” “I’ll give you three guesses, the first two don’t count.” said Chris as he sat up. “Damn it! Chris, why do you always do that to me? You’re like that purple dog-dinosaur thing on the Flintstones.” “Dino… and at least I don’t lick your face…. I could easily lick your face.” “I don’t care what his name is! God, I feel like I should start yelling ‘Wilma I’m home’ when I get here... And don’t you dare lick me. I gotta be smellin' nice for my date with Tony” He said and stomped upstairs. Chris’ smile faded. He knew Justin was trying to get over Britney quickly but he thought Tonya was taking too much of his friend-time away. “What’s his problem today?” Dani asked as she came up behind Chris, wrapping an arm around him. He shrugged her arm off, hiding a slightly annoyed face. “I dunno.” She wrapped both her arms around him. Somehow the fact that they had been separated for a year seemed to have slipped her mind. With a sigh of annoyance Chris added as he walked away. “…Maybe he was thinking of you.” “Oh, that’s real nice, Christopher. REAL nice.” “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you under the impression that I was trying to be nice to you? Let me clear this up… I’M NOT….And don’t call me Christopher.” He huffed and stormed off into the kitchen. She followed him. “Oh, will you get a-way?” Said Chris as he reached in the fridge for a drink. As he sat down Dani walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him full on the lips. Chris grabbed her arms and pushed her away. “Why-” She kissed him again, and he pushed her away again, holding her arms this time. “Why did you do that?” He asked, letting go. She sat down. “Do what?” She asked coyly, tracing circles on his leg with her finger, getting closer to his crotch with every circle. He pushed her hand away, and told her to stop it and get out. She huffed and put her hands on her hips. “Chris, what did you call me over here for it we aren’t going to kiss and make up?” She said, and then continued, in a tolerant tone. “I mean, I know you still love me but your pride won’t let you admit that to your friends. So you had to make up some story about a ‘business meeting’” She said using her fingers to make quotation signs. “about FuManSkeeto. I understand that men like you need to have this… macho… thing… that won’t let you admit when you’re wrong-and I’m okay with it. Alright?” she said, then smiling. “So, lets just go up to your room and have a nice, long, ‘We-Forgive-Each-Other’ fuck…” She said, grabbing his wrist and standing up to leave. She pulled but he was still sitting in the chair. His mouth gaped open and his eyes wide under his furrowed brow. “What??” He asked skeptically. “Um, could you be a teensy bit more descriptive… I mean I did just practically make a speech and-“ “EH-VER-EY-THING!!” He said. “I have NO idea what you are talking about. I DID call you over here JUST FOR BUSINESS. He-llo! We’ve been broken up for over a year!! Jesus, Danielle. …and my ego? Wha?- I don’t care who knows I don’t like you anymore! In fact, I think I’ll start a website, how’s, THANK-GOD-ITS-OVER-AND-IT’LL-NEVER-HAPPEN-AGAIN-dot com sound?” He said, raising his voice. Danielle looked at him a blush to her face and anger in her eyes. “You know, Chris… I thought you’d changed-but you haven’t. You’re just as insensitive as you were, as you’ve always been. And I don’t have to take this right now!” She said, standing up and walking out of the kitchen. Chris stood and followed her to the door. “And you know what? I’m starting to think you don’t love me anymore!” She said, walking out the door, slamming it. Chris ripped open the door. “WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CLUE?!” He called out after her. Her car sped away, tires squealing. Chris momentarily entertained the thought she might get into an accident and end up in the hospital-full body cast and be unable to come over and bother him… Or even better have her jaw broken so he’d never have to hear her annoying voice again… The thought made him smile and he turned around and closed the door. Justin was standing at the foot of the stairs. “What was that about??” He asked, lazily. Chris rolled his eyes and walked over to Justin. “She’s just acting like a nutzo again.” “Really? That’s something, coming from you.” Said Justin “Ha. No, seriously, man. She won’t leave me alone. It’s like she has some mental block stopping her from realizing that… I-don’t-like-her.” “Yeah, well.” He said. “I gotta go now. Got a date. Bye, man. I hope she leaves you alone someday.” “Bye dude.” Chris walked upstairs and went into Justin’s spare room. Lying down to take a nap, he’d just fallen asleep when he heard Justin’s dog, Ozzie yip across the hall. Chris felt a low stirring in his groin and got up. When he got to Justin’s room Ozzie was on the bed, licking himself. Chris shook his head, chuckling and walked in, closing and locking the door behind him. “Let me help you there buddy…” He said, walking over to the bed. He sat down, opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of KY Lubricant. He put some on his hand and began to rub Ozzie’s doggie-cock.(Authors Note:Sorry to interrupt but- I just want to mention I only used KY here because it's a well-known lubricant. KY is not always okay for doggies. It can cause irritation in some doggies. Okay back to the fiction!) “AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Screamed Chris, sitting up in bed. Something stirred in bed next to him. He felt a small scratching on his leg, and then ripped back the covers. Ozzie whimpered, woke up, and looked at him in sheer annoyance. “Well! If you’re gonna be that way I’ll go sleep in the laundry basket where it’s warm!” Said Ozzie, jumping off the bed and heading to the closet. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Screamed Chris again, sitting up again. He looked around and ripped the covers off his bed. No one there. No human. No scratching claws. No dog. No Ozzie. Chris fell back on the bed, and then groaned, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. He lifted his head and was about to get up when he saw a tent in his boxer-briefs. “What the hell?” He reached his hand down, because he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He grabbed his cock firmly, maybe too firmly. “Ow! Oh God, I can’t belie- I’m hard from THAT?!” Just then Ozzie scampered into the room, his tail wagging. “Uh, uh. Get away from me, dog.” Said Chris. Ozzie cocked his head and his tail stopped wagging. “Go on! Go!” Ozzie whimpered and ducked his head and left the room. Chris got up and walked to the bathroom in the hall. He opened the cabinet behind the mirror and looked for something to help him sleep. “’No-Drowz’? That’s the about opposite of what I need. I need a good buzz but I don’t think Justin does pot so there goes that idea. Even if he did he probably wouldn’t share… Aha! Tylenol PM. Too bad he don’t have this in extra strength.” He said, then took three pills and went back into the room. Ozzie was lying on the bed, wagging his tail happily. “God! Go away, Ozzie!” Chris said, making ‘shoo’ movements with his hands. Ozzie whimpered and whined and slowly jumped off the bed with his tail between his legs. Chris rolled his eyes and lay down on the bed. “Okay, okay. You can stay. But you gotta stay at the bottom of the bed!” He said. Ozzie’s tail wagged and he ran back to the bed and jumped onto it, and onto Chris’ chest, licking his face. “Okay. Alright, get off. You crazy mutt.” He said, laughing as he pushed Ozzie of him and pulled the sheet over his body. He felt Ozzie’s tail wagging and heard the ‘thump-thump-thump’ of it hitting the bed. “Go to sleep, Ozzie.” He said, into his pillow. Chris soon fell asleep again and had a great dream about Rebecca Romaijn Stamos, and Cindy Crawford being his little slaves. He pulled out his penis and ordered Rebecca to suck him off. She obeyed instantly and Cindy stood to the side masturbating herself. Rebecca was special, she didn’t just suck, she gave his cock full attention, nipping and stroking it with her tongue, then suddenly moving to his balls and licking them too, then back to his cock. He suddenly woke up when Rebecca bit a little too hard. “Ow!” He moaned in a slurred sleepy voice. He opened his eyes and found his head under his pillow. But something wasn’t right. He was definitely awake, but Rebecca hadn’t stopped sucking him off. He looked down at his penis and found it sticking out of his boxers, with Ozzie, happily licking at it. “Ozzie!” He yelled, the dog stopped licking and looked up at him. Obviously it was Ozzie when ‘Cindy’ sucked him off too because there was cum on the dogs face. Chris started to leave but Ozzie growled at him and he sat back down. Ozzie tried to resume licking Chris but Chris blocked him and Ozzie growled again. Chris, feeling helpless, whimpered as Ozzie started licking him again. In minutes, though, it took everything he had not to start moaning as Ozzie's long flat tongue licked his cock in long warm strokes. Just like when he was dreaming Ozzie would get distracted every now and then and begin licking his balls. Twice he sniffed at his ass but Chris jumped back and kept his asshole away from range. Soon after Chris came Ozzie seemed to lose interest and hopped of the bed, walking out of the room. Chris shakily put his dick away and sat up on the bed, assessing things… Ozzie had just “licked’ him off. Ozzie was a dog, an animal, it was wrong and gross, and against like, everything. But he liked it. He knew he wanted it to happen again. Before he could give it too much more thought he heard a door shut outside. He jumped up and went over to the window, looking down at the driveway. “Oh, shit, Justin’s back! And he has Tony with him!” |
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