Catherine Bell and Zoe Mclellan Get Dogged
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WALKING THE DOG free porn video
I moved to a new part of the city a few months back. It's taken me awhile to
get adjusted and find my new neighborhood. It has been so damned hot this
summer that I started walking my dog around 10:00pm, but awfully dark.
Through my neighborhood a few blocks over is a well lighted parkway, where I
decided it would be safest to walk, not that I had to worry walking a Great
Dane.
Well, the story begins a few weeks ago, the first or second time I walked at
night. As I approached the parkway, I spotted a guy with his golden
retriever. What caught my eye was that he was shirtless and wearing only
shorts and slippers. No, that's not true, what caught my eye was his
magnificent chest, well defined but not bulky. He was obviously not out for
a walk, but to let his dog do his business.
As we approached, I said a cursory "Good evening."
He made eye contact and replied "Hi. Beautiful dog."
"Thanks. So is your dog. I love golden retrievers. You must live close by?"
I asked
"Yeah, right there," he pointed to a house.
"I didn't figure you for a walker in those slippers." I deduced.
"Not in these shorts either" he replied, running a hand over his shorts.
My breath caught in my throat as I witnessed his dick move against the
fabric.
"You might get the police on your ass walking the neighborhood in that." I
smirked.
That was the extent of our conversation that first night. I walked on, and
he returned home, dog in tow.
I thought about him a lot, but didn't see him again for several nights. When
I did see him, he seemed to remember and spoke to me first.
"It sure is hot," he said.
"Too damned hot for me" I replied. "I can't stand to walk any earlier."
"I hear you." By this time our dogs had completed their sniffing each other.
"Good thing people don't do that!" he commented. "Hey, mind if I walk with
you tonight?"
I looked down at his feet and noticed shoes instead of slippers. I could
also see the outline of his flaccid cock against the thin fabric of his
shorts, obviously sans underwear.
"Sure, I'd enjoy the company. I'm Tom, by the way"
"Good to meet you Tom, I'm Alex."
We walked down the middle of the parkway, where the light was best. He was
younger and in better shape, so I had to walk lively to keep up, although
the view of his ass could encourage me to fall behind.
We talked about jobs, our commutes to the city, the weather, sports, and
finally, our lifestyles.
"So, you live alone too?" Alex asked.
"Yes, most of the time it suits me fine, but sometimes it gets too quiet." I
replied.
"I hear you there." By this time we were approaching our starting point.
"How often do you walk?" he asked.
"Almost every night. Sheba (my dog) gets real restless if we don't walk." I
paused a moment. "You obviously get regular exercise yourself. Care to walk
again sometime?" I asked.
"That would be great, but I'll need to wear some support. I've been flopping
around all night." He said, hefting his package in a very alluring way.
"I thought that might be uncomfortable, but each his own. Going commando in
shorts is tough to pull off, even for me."
"So, what do you wear under there?" he asked.
"Tonight it's whity tidies." I lowered my waist band of my shorts before I
realized how forward that was.
"I'm a boxer man myself, but it doesn't help with support. I keep a jock in
my locker at the gym until it stinks so bad I can't stand to put it on. Are
those low-rise?" he asked.
I pulled the shorts down farther. "No, bikini. I love them skimpy" I
suddenly realized that I was getting aroused and about to spill over the
waist band, so I pulled my shorts up.
"Oh, I see. I never had the nerve to wear a bikini or thongs, but I've
thought about it. Maybe I'll go buy some for tomorrow's walk. Same time
then?" he asked.
"Great, see you then." I replied, as I walked on.
That night, after a quick show, I lay in bed and thought about Alex,
especially the way he looked in those shorts, and the conversation at the
end of the walk. Without conscious thought, I began to stroke myself. As I
mentally pictured his cock against his shorts, I came, more powerfully than
I had in years. After I cleaned up, I was stricken with guilt over my
arousal of another man, feelings I thought I had put behind me.
The next night, right on schedule, Alex was waiting, still shirtless, with
his dog.
I asked "So, what did you buy?"
"Buy?" he asked. "Oh, you mean support wise. I found a pair of stylish Polo
briefs." He lowered his waist band to show them to me. The white fabric
against his tanned stomach was very attractive.
"Sharp." I complemented, "Low rise or bikini?"
"Don't have the balls to try bikini" he replied. "Not yet, anyway."
"Looks like you got balls from where I'm standing," I joked. "Big ones, I'd
guess."
"Thanks, but tonight there more squished than usual." He actually put his
hand inside his underwear and arranged himself.
"You'll get used to it. At least it's not a jock, those really crowd my
boys." I said.
"It feels tighter than my jock right now. Maybe it will be better when they
stretch out, or maybe I need a bigger size."
I looked closer, seeing the outline of his cock and balls. "You might need a
bigger size, or maybe a different brand with a bigger pouch. At least
tonight you won't be flopping around."
"So, what are your wearing tonight?" he asked. I was hoping he would ask,
and was ready with white mesh low rise. I lower my shorts and he looked
closer. "Is that mesh?" he asks.
"Yes, much cooler on these hot nights." He was still examining me closely.
"They sure don't hide much." He commented. I could feel myself beginning to
fill out, worried that he was still looking, way too close for fashion
reasons.
"I like them skimpy, remember?" I said, returning my shorts to position.
About half way through our walk, Alex stopped. "Man, these shorts are
killing me. I'm chaffed and uncomfortable. I've got to loose them." He
looked around as if checking for onlookers.
"There's a shadow behind that bush." I suggested.
We stepped behind the shrub and he took off his shorts and handed them to
me. "Hold these for a second" I then watched in total fascination as he
lowered his underwear. His flaccid cock was a good 6 inches, circumcised
with a full helmet head. His balls were full and hung at dramatically
different heights. His pubes were trimmed and his balls appeared shaved. He
took his shorts and put the underwear in my hands. I wanted to feel and
sniff them, but decided to keep in control. "That's better." He commented as
he adjusted himself, scratching and positioning.
"You want these?" I asked, still holding the warm clothing.
"No. Their going to the nearest trash can."
"Mind if I keep them?" I asked.
Alex looked at me a little funny, and said "Sure. Maybe they'll fit you
better."
I tucked them into my pocket and thought about how I could enjoy them for
the remainder of the walk. Once I was alone, I took them out and looked them
over, feeling the fabric. In the pouch I found a pubic hair and just stared
at it, getting aroused quickly. I looked around before deciding to sniff
them, as if I expected to be observed doing something so perverted. I put
them to my nose and inhaled the deep musky odor, moving quickly to stroke
myself. It was only seconds before I erupted all over my stomach.
What was I getting myself into? Was Alex interested in me? He certainly was
giving me positive clues. Now, all the old feelings and fantasies came
tumbling out of the proverbial closet.
It was two nights before we walked again. Alex quickly asked me "So, are you
wearing my Polo briefs?"
I couldn't tell him I saved them for sniffing. "No, I haven't done laundry
yet. So did you buy a larger size or a different brand?" I asked.
"Neither. I'm going commando tonight." He lowered his waist band to
emphasize the missing underwear. I caught a glimpse of his pubes and white
shaft pointing downwards.
"What are you wearing? A thong?" Alex asked, a little too interested for a
straight guy.
"Good guess, but just plain `ole Hanes low rise. No glitz or glamour
tonight." I lowered my waist band slightly.
"Are those red?" he asked. I pushed the shorts down lower, giving a full
view. "That looks pretty glitzy to me. Are they boxer briefs?" He asked.
I pushed them even lower showing the legs, confirming his guess. "Yes, good
guess. I like all kinds and colors."
"I bet you got a full underwear drawer." Alex said.
"I've got way too many for any one person. I just can't stop buying them.
I've been told I have an underwear fetish." I replied.
I was definitely thicker and fuller and needed to cover up quickly. My
shorts didn't cover up the growing bulge. I could see his goods hanging
loosely in his shorts, balls down his left leg opening, his penis pushing
against the fabric in the center. This was getting to be a sexually charged
event.
We walked our usual route. When we got to the bush where he disrobed before,
I fondly remembered seeing him naked.
"I need to take a leak behind the bush." I commented, stepping into the
shadows.
"Me too" Alex replied.
I pulled my penis and balls over the waist band, getting fuller by the
second and in danger of not being able to pee. Alex pulled his penis out his
left leg opening. It took a second for me to get a stream, but was able to
empty my bladder. It took him a few seconds longer and he finished after me.
I gave the cursory 2 shakes and pulled and stuffed my goods back into my
shorts, enjoying the ability to touch myself. I watched as Alex finished,
and his shakes looked more like strokes, like he was stretching his penis. I
wanted to make some witty comment, but my brain was fogged by pure lust. I
was suddenly trying to rearrange and hide a full fledged erection.
When he let go, his penis was longer than his shorts. The dogs distracted
me, ready to move on with the walk. Alex flopped more noticeable in his
fuller state.
When we finished our walk, I was still sporting a full erection.
"Better get home and take care of that" Alex said.
"That was my plan exactly. You look ready for some relief too" I replied.
"It's miserable only having my right hand for relief." He said, leaving an
opening for me, and I was too afraid to make the step.
"Maybe you could use your left hand." I suggested.
"I was hoping for your left hand." There it was, the open door. I stepped
closer and reached for his cock. We were in a dark area, late enough that
there was no one around. This was incredibly dangerous, but I was no longer
able to think clearly.
The first touch of his cock was magic. Alex quickly filled to full erection
and lowered his shorts to below his balls. I stroked him and could see his
eyes close and expression change.
"Oh Gawd, that feels incredible....Oh, yeah!" he moaned.
He made no move to stop me or reach for me, so I kept going. I thought about
going to my knees, but decided that it would be too much in too dangerous a
place. I could now feel pre-cum which lessened the friction, but added a
slick, wet slapping sound. I did a full 360 degree turn to make sure it was
still safe.
"Oh, careful, I'm close...almost...there....fuck!" His semen splashed on my thigh
as I continue to stroke him, standing within kissing distance. I
instinctively stopped, knowing he would be incredibly sensitive.
"Well, good night." He said. "Tomorrow night? Same time?" he asked.
"Sure" was all I could mumble. I was so hard and aroused that I considered
jerking off right there, but was my emotion quickly changed to being pissed.
How could he just walk away? Why didn't he reciprocate? Confused but quickly
drawn back to reality by my dog sniffing the semen on my leg.
I walked back to my house, deep in thought and confusion about the entire
incident. I vowed to bury those feeling once again, a routine I followed
after contact or fantasy of another guy. That plan worked till the following
evening when I prepared for the walk. What to wear? I wanted to tease the
hell out of him, make him drool for my cock. In the end, I wore some low
rise white 2(x)ist jockeys, trying not to appear. I also wore some running
shorts cut clear to the hip on the sides, and no shirt. Well, maybe I was a
little desperate. I was already half-way hard by the time I reached our
usual meeting place.
I had to wait a few minutes for Alex to appear, worried that he wouldn't
show. I resisted the feelings of being having a huge crush, but it was
hopeless as I ran my hand across a full bulge. I spotted him a few minutes
later, smiling and talking like nothing happened the night before. He wore a
shirt for the first time, and knee length basketball shorts. I felt like a
cheap man-whore walking with him.
About half-way through the walk, I stopped and confronted him, a very
difficult thing for me to do. "What the hell happened last night? I thought
maybe it was something special, but then you just left. What's up?" I asked.
"I'm sorry. I was really flirting with you, hot and heavy. I've never done
that with a guy before, never wanted to until I met you. I guess I just
freaked," he explained.
"I guess I freaked too" I said, trying to find the right words. "I wanted
you to jerk me off so bad, and then thought up all kinds of reasons why you
didn't, like you find me ugly, old or fat. It helps to know it was about you
and not me." I was feeling better, but still thinking he owed me one. I
wanted to bend him over a park bench and fuck his brains out, rough and
hard. "So..., what kind of underwear are you wearing?" I asked, trying to
lighten the conversation, and get back to our typical sexual banter.
"None" was his simple reply. "You?"
"Oh, just some white 2(x)ist low rise."
"Can I see?" he asked.
I thought he'd never asked. I stopped, turned to face him, and lowered my
shorts to my knees. My erection was clearly outlined over my left hip. My
balls were full and pulled tight by the fabric.
I could see him look. I ran my hands over my own package, toying with him,
flaunting myself. "Care to touch?" I dared him.
He looked around to make sure we were alone, and hesitantly moved his hand
close. "I swore to myself I wouldn't do this," was all he said as he ran his
hand over my crotch.
I wanted him to pull them down, but I could tell he was struggling with some
type of demon. I decided to put him at ease "Ready to finish walking?" I
asked.
"Yes...no...shit! I've got to do this" he said as he went down on his knees. He
moved close enough to sniff me, rubbing his nose into my balls. He kissed my
erection, getting my underwear wet. I could feel my internal tension build.
This was the most erotic moment of my life. I fought the urge to take
control and feed it to him, fuck him, or something, anything to get me off.
Alex continued to move up and down my erection, bathing me in warmth and
wetness. I could feel his hands on my ass, kneading and exploring. Without
any direct contact, I filled my underwear with cum. I was a mess, but didn't
care. Alex stood and I pulled my shorts up. He made no eye contact as he
turned to continue to walk.
I caught up with him quickly, trying to read his mood. "Are you ok?"
"How the hell would I know? I swore I wouldn't do that ever again, and there
I was on my knees, powerless to stop. Shit!"
"I don't understand. It was great. What's the problem?" I asked.
"I'm engaged to be married." He dropped a bombshell. "Whenever we make love,
all I can see or think about is you. You haunt my dreams and show up in my
thoughts. The harder I try not to, the more I think about you. Damn, what am
I going to do?"
I wasn't sure he wanted a reply. "Was this the first time?" I asked.
"I wish." He replied. "I experimented a lot in college. Got pretty screwed
up with sex and d**gs. I thought when I got clean and sober, that the sex
would...you know...be straight."
"Believe it or not, I've tried to go straight myself. After much pain and
agony, I decided I like cock, all cock, nothing but cock. And boy, do you
got cock." I said, trying to be funny, and maybe open the door form some
more play.
"Have you come out?" he asked
"Only to you just now." I replied, truthfully.
"Really? I thought you were out. I guess this makes us both `newbies.'" Alex
replied.
"I've got several more firsts in mind. Alex, could you stop a minute?" he
turned and faced me. "May I?" I asked, looking at his rather striking bulge.
"What?" he asked. "Oh that. Yes. What the hell." He seemed resigned to the
fact that there was no going back.
I slid to my knees, and sniffed his scent, already imprinted it on my brain
from sniffing his underwear. I lowered his shorts and underwear together.
His erection smacked my cheek when it cleared the elastic waist band. I
could feel a smear of pre-cum on my cheek. I went right to the shaft, not in
the mood for foreplay. I hadn't given a blow job in several years, but the
technique came right back, I guess it's like riding a bicycle. He was wider
than any before him, but I managed to get the first several inches down. I
pried his ass cheeks apart with my hands as I worked his knob. I abandoned
his shaft for his balls, smooth and silky. I took turns with each one before
returning to his cock. My fingers were now circling his hole. Alex was
breathing deep, almost panting. I could see his back arch as he moaned
gibberish. I found a rhythm that worked, and in seconds had a mouth full of
cream. Swallowing as fast as I could, I got most of it down. At the moment
he came, I felt his anus contract against my finger tip. I had hoped to find
his prostate before he came, but maybe next time.
I was hard again inside my slimy underwear. Outdoor sex was the greatest,
especially with a hot stud like Alex. I jacked off again after I got home,
just reliving the night. I don't know what the future holds, if Alex can
reconcile himself to his sexual identity and break off the engagement. I
sure hope so, and so does my dog. We're walking again tonight, so there's
hope. As for me, all doubt is lost. After I tell my folks, the rest will be
easy...I hope.
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