pomponio: “Look, Lenny, I know this looks bad, but you’ve gotta understand. When I said I wanted to go to school, I knew I would have to wear clothes. But I had no idea they would rub me so much. Fur doesn’t go well against cloth. Every time I move, I get excited. I’m just so sensitive, I’m not used to it yet. Each day by the time lunch rolls around I have to come in here and-relieve myself, you know?”
“I g-guess so,” Leonard said. He still couldn’t fathom what was going on.
“And now you have to finish me.”
“WHAT!?” Leonard shouted, looking at his dog in disbelief.
“I’m sorry. You have to finish me off. I usually get off by sitting in here and sucking myself off, but today was different. I decided to use my paws, and I can never get off that way. But, Leonard, someone else’s hands will work.”
“So you want me to finish jerking you off because you ‘supposedly’ can’t do it yourself.”
“It’s a dog thing-no thumbs,” Scott explained, holding his paws out. “I can get close, but no cigar.”
Leonard sighed nervously, nodded, and reached down to touch Scott’s penis. He kept trying to look disgusted on the outside, but ever since he had gotten the dog as a Christmas present he had wanted to do things with him, to relieve his loneliness, to share his fantasies and act them out. Now, one of those fantasies was coming true, albeit not in the way he thought, but still coming true.
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“I g-guess so,” Leonard said. He still couldn’t fathom what was going on.
“And now you have to finish me.”
“WHAT!?” Leonard shouted, looking at his dog in disbelief.
“I’m sorry. You have to finish me off. I usually get off by sitting in here and sucking myself off, but today was different. I decided to use my paws, and I can never get off that way. But, Leonard, someone else’s hands will work.”
“So you want me to finish jerking you off because you ‘supposedly’ can’t do it yourself.”
“It’s a dog thing-no thumbs,” Scott explained, holding his paws out. “I can get close, but no cigar.”
Leonard sighed nervously, nodded, and reached down to touch Scott’s penis. He kept trying to look disgusted on the outside, but ever since he had gotten the dog as a Christmas present he had wanted to do things with him, to relieve his loneliness, to share his fantasies and act them out. Now, one of those fantasies was coming true, albeit not in the way he thought, but still coming true.
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