Themes: Cock shrinking, butt growth, pussification, clueless, rimming, pheromones, mpreg, man breasts, self-lubrication, some mild animal/human sexual interaction and one more TF that I’m not going to reveal because it would ruin the surprise.

Quick Links:

• Chapter 1 – Scroll down!
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 7
• Chapter 8 – Posted 7 December 2025

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Chapter 1

Sullivan moved to the lake to become a hermit after his girlfriend broke up with him. While he was devastated by the loss, the timing actually worked out well because he’d recently landed a new teaching job that didn’t start until the end of August. That gave him a full three months to nurse his broken heart. Enough time, he hoped, to put himself back together and get back on the dating circuit. When he found a lakefront place online for a mere thousand dollars a month, he immediately clicked the link and booked the cabin.

One sunny day in early June, he picked up the key at the landlord’s place in town and followed a dusty two-track through the woods, wending slowly towards his new home. He sucked in his breath when he emerged from the shaded tunnel of trees to behold the rustic cabin overlooking the placid, reedy waters of the lake. He’d really lucked out! The place was on a secluded inlet with its own private dock. Even better, the nearest neighbor was far down the road, out of sight from any window. 

The cabin was a small, one-bedroom affair with a fireplace and a tiny kitchen. Inside, its walls were knotty pine and the floors were rough-hewn planks. The best feature, however, was the deck. The cabin perched on a wooded hillside and the deck took up the entire front of the building, offering a stunning view of his own private lagoon. He teared up as he stood there, hands resting on the railing, the breeze ruffling his thick, brown hair.

After savoring the view for a long time, he got to work unpacking. The first thing he did was lock his phone in a box and tuck it under the bed. He’d informed his family and friends that, if they wished to reach him, they could send him a letter. If it was urgent, they could leave a message with the landlord. Under no uncertain terms were they to drop by the visit. He was taking the entire summer for himself.

After disposing of his phone, he unplugged the TV and WiFi router and packed them in a closet in the kitchen. Then he set about putting his clothes in the dresser and hanging his towel in the modest bathroom. Lastly, he hauled out the boxes of books he’d pledged to read over the summer and filled the refrigerator with supplies he’d picked up at the local grocery store. When he was finished, it wasn’t even ten o’clock in the morning. He had the whole day ahead of him!

Barefoot, he padded out onto the deck with a cup of freshly-brewed coffee, inhaling the morning air and listening to the birds calling from the trees. “I could live here forever,” he whispered, smiling for the first time in weeks. “Forever alone!”

He should have known better than to tempt fate! No sooner had he uttered the words than someone started banging on the back door of the cabin. Sighing, he paced back through the sliding glass door into the living room and out through the back hallway. The banging intensified to the point of being obnoxious and he was a little gruff when he finally flung open the door. 

Standing outside was a young guy who looked like he’d either stepped out of the pages of a 1990s surfing magazine or a bad porno, he couldn’t tell which. Tall, lean and rangy, his black hair was mostly swept back over the top of his head but a lock had slipped out, curling down over his forehead and concealing his right eye. He sported a small, black soulpatch and a silver piercing under his lip. There was a shark’s tooth pendant hanging from a black string around his neck. 

True to his surfer image, he wore a ragged pair of boardshorts and a tattered tank top that revealed smooth, tanned, toned skin the color of burnt nutmeg. His broad shoulders tapered down to a lithe waist and his legs were long, smooth and very well muscled. His nose was wide and flattened and his features were both rounded and masculine, indicative of his native Hawaiian heritage. His lips curved up in a small smile when he saw Sullivan.

“Niiiiiice,” he drawled, looking him up and down appreciatively. “Love the flannel, dude. Fuck, you look like a fuckin’ lumberjack.” He reached out and brazenly squeezed Sullivan’s bulging biceps, shaking his head in admiration. “Built like one, too, I see. Me like.”

Aggravated, Sullivan growled, “Why are you here?”

If the guy was bothered by his gruff attitude, he didn’t show it. He smiled back at him for a moment before replying, “You see my dog, bro? He ran off this direction.”

“No, I haven’t.”

He started to close the door but the dude stuck his foot in it. Forcing it back open, he reached out and took Sullivan’s hand in a firm shake. “I’m Nash Akana.” He jerked his thumb back toward the road, “I’m yer closest neighbor. Down that way. Live with my ol’ man. Oh, and my dog, Cody.”

Sullivan removed his hand from Nash’s grip and stepped back into the cabin. “Nice to meet you. Now leave me alone.”

“Hey!” Nash protested when he attempted to close the door again. “Aren’t you gonna ask me what Cody looks like first?” Not waiting for Sullivan’s reply, he continued breathlessly, “He’s big and he’s black and has real long hair. He’s a husky or sumthin’. Or maybe a Samoyed? I dunno. He might even be a mutt for all I know.”

“I see. Do you let him run off leash a lot?”

“Of course not, bro!” Nash said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t get judgey on me. I was takin’ him out on a walk and he slipped the leash.” He held up the leash and empty collar to prove his claim. “Went runnin’ this way. I figured maybe you’d seen him.”

Sullivan shook his head, “Nope. But I’ll be sure to let you know if I do. See you!”

He slammed the door in Nash’s face. As the young guy watched him through the window, he locked it and turned on his heel, marching back out onto the deck.

***

He went for a run in the afternoon. Sullivan was too stocky to be a good runner and he mostly plodded along but he still fancied himself an athlete and knew that, with his genetics, he needed to stay active or he’d end up like his dad and older brothers who all tilted toward obesity. Beyond being quite robust, he took after the men in his family in another way: He was super hairy. With his liberal coating of body hair and towering size, he’d earned the nickname, Sasquatch, among his peers. 

He might be big and hairy but he was also muscular and only had a modest amount–Well, Ok, quite a bit–of pudge around his midsection…pudge that he was determined to lose that summer. In addition to severing contact with the rest of humanity, he intended to sever contact with animal protein as well. Only by adhering to a strictly vegetarian diet and eschewing beer, he reasoned, would he regain the droolworthy figure of his prime when he’d had women chasing after him all the time. Since he’d put on so much weight, though, the attention from the ladies had seriously dwindled. 

He’d only run a couple miles when a shadow lunged out at him from the bushes beside the trail. Letting out a startled yelp, he dodged, only to realize it was a black dog. Rather than attacking him, though, it jumped up and put its paws on his shoulders. Sullivan found himself staring into the lambent eyes of the immense canine. It regarded him happily, its long, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth. If he didn’t know better, he would have sworn it was smiling.

Sullivan had a weakness for dogs and patted the mutt on the head, cooing, “Hello, boy! Aren’t you handsome?” The dog shook with pleasure at these words, extending its tongue and lapping him across the face. Sullivan laughed, ducking aside before it licked his mouth. Overcome with affection for his new friend, he hugged it close for a moment before urging it down off of his shoulders.

It really was a handsome dog! With the sharply pointed ears and thick ruff of a husky, its coat was sleek, jet black. It was also big! Its head was even with Sullivan’s waist when it was down on all fours. He’d never seen a dog so well-proportioned! When Nash had described the missing dog, he’d assumed it was some sort of flea-bitten cur but this animal was anything but. It was clearly well taken care of, to say nothing of being in extraordinarily good physical condition. Sullivan immediately wished he had a dog like this for his very own.

“You must be Cody,” he continued and smiled when the dog perked up at the sound of his name. “What are you doing out here?” Tail wagging, Cody lifted a paw and shivered enthusiastically, causing Sullivan to laugh. “You wanna go for a run with me?” he asked. “I’ll bet you like running, don’t you?” Another wag, this time accompanied by a little yelp. “Well, alright then! Let’s go.” Sullivan took off at a trot, looking back over his shoulder and advising, “Stay close to me, Ok? Don’t run off!”

Cody did as he was told and stuck to him like a shadow, which was appropriate given his color. His presence spurred Sullivan to run further than his usual distance and they ended up covering almost five miles. By the time they arrived back at his cabin, they were both tired and hot. Cody immediately made a beeline for the dock, leaping off into the water with practiced ease as Sullivan followed suit, diving in behind him.

They splashed around in the water for a while before Sullivan pulled himself back up onto the dock, moving his hefty thighs apart to accommodate his gut, and hauled Cody up beside him. They sat side by side in silence, the water dripping off of their sweaty bodies, before Sullivan went inside and got a bowl of water for Cody. The dog stood and shook himself off, showering Sullivan with droplets of water and then lowered his snout and drank deeply from the bowl.

Sullivan toweled himself off and then massaged the dog dry, going into the cabin afterwards to dress in his street clothes again. Cody was waiting patiently for him at the screen door when he came back out onto the deck and he asked, “Ready to go home, boy? It’s probably your dinner time, isn’t it?” Cody whined plaintively, a sound that Sullivan interpreted as the dog wanting to stay with him. Caressing the damp fur on the top of his head, he said, “I wish you were mine, boy. I’d love a dog like you!” He laughed when Cody cocked his head and gave him a pleading look. “You’d like that, too? Wouldn’t you, boy?” 

He nearly toppled over backwards when the dog launched himself into his arms and covered his face with kisses.

***

It took a while for him to get the gumption to take Cody back to Nash. They both walked sullenly up the road and around the bend to the house nearest to his cabin which, Nash had informed him earlier, belonged to him. Cody dragged his feet and lowered his head as if he was being taken to the pound rather than back home. Sullivan knocked on the door and was surprised when a middle-aged guy answered. He was unshaven, his salt and pepper hair swept over the top of his head much like Nash’s. Unlike Nash, though, his face twisted into a scowl when he laid eyes on Cody.

“There you are!” he grumbled, grabbing the dog by the scruff of the neck and yanking him into the house. “I told you to stay home! You’re just asking for trouble! How am I supposed to protect you like this?” When Sullivan cleared his throat, the man looked up at him as if only just then realizing he was there. “Yeah?” he barked. “What do you want? A reward or something? Well, I don’t got nuthin’ for ya! Now go! Get the fuck out of here!”

Sullivan had to force himself to take a deep breath before replying evenly, “If you don’t want him, I’d be happy to take him off your hands. He’s a nice dog. I’d even pay you! How’s five hundred dollars sound?” He reached in his pocket and withdrew his wallet, opening it to remove the bills.

“You…would…take…him…off…my…hands?” the man repeated slowly, eyes going round with shock as he shoved the money away. “Typical haole! You think you can buy anything! You’ll do no such thing! What do you think he is anyway? A piece of property? You’re lucky I don’t own any guns or I’d be pointing one at you right now.” He stuck his finger in Sullivan’s face, shouting, “Don’t you ever–EVER!–suggest such a repugnant thing to me again. Do you hear me?” He pointed toward the road, “Now get outta here! Git! Git!”

Sullivan held up his hands placatingly and turned to go after casting one last look back at Cody. The dog stared longingly back at him from behind Nash’s father. He knew it was probably wishful thinking but it sure seemed like the dog would rather be with a haole like him than locked away inside a house with that angry man.

***

He’d just finished eating dinner (rice and beans) on the deck and was enjoying the cool breeze and the distant call of loons when someone started pounding on his back door. Sighing, he got to his feet and went to answer, already knowing who it was.

Sure enough, Nash was standing outside, a bottle of beer in each hand. He held one out to Sullivan when he opened the door, saying, “A little token of my esteem for findin’ Cody, bro.” Sullivan stood there, debating what to do. Not only did he not care much for Nash but he also was trying to stick to his pledge to avoid alcohol. When he hesitated, Nash started to push past him, “C’mon, bro. Let’s get acquainted. I’m dyin’ to learn why a super stud like you is spending the entire summer by himself out here in the middle of nowhere.”

Sullivan held his arm out, blocking the young guy’s entry. Between clenched teeth, he spat, “Stop it.”

Nash looked at him, confused. “Stop what?’

Sullivan sighed, taking note of Nash’s not-so-subtle attempt at seduction. He’d obviously spent a fair amount of time primping because his smooth skin shone lustrous in the dim light, his full lips were glistening with gloss and fragrant aftershave wafted off of his tight, toned body. As if all this wasn’t enough, he was also shirtless, his board shorts riding so low they exposed the top of his well-trimmed, black pubes. The little shark’s tooth pendant was nestled almost lovingly between his protruding pecs and his big, caramel-colored nipples poked out like rounded pebbles, luscious and perky. In short, Nash was ‘sex on legs’ as the young folks sometimes say.

“This,” Sullivan explained, gesturing to encompass Nash’s oversexed presence. “I ain’t gay, bro, and, even if I were, there’s no way in hell I’d fall for a guy like you. I’m glad you’re appreciative that I found Cody but I don’t drink and I don’t wanna spend any more time with you. Now, please go.”

Nash turned, holding up the beers enticingly before him, “You think I’m coming onto you?” When Sullivan nodded, he waved it off, “Pfffft! Really, bro? You? Unless you have a pussy between yer legs, I’m not interested. I’m juss tryna be friendly is all.” He spread his arms to indicate the lake and its vicinity, “Life out here is totally fuckin’ boring. I was juss happy when I heard there was someone under the age of fifty staying out here for the summer.”

Sullivan was unconvinced. Adopting a lecturing tone, he said, “A few words of advice, bro: Tone it down. You look like yer gettin’ ready to hump my leg for Chrissakes! If you wanna be buds, don’t act like yer tryna get into my panties.”

“You wear panties?” Nash asked hopefully. “Hawt.” He laughed at Sullivan’s aggravated exclamation, ducking back out the door. “I’m sorry I offended you, bro. It’s my fault. I always come on too strong. My dad tells me I’m like an eager young pup whenever I meet someone new. I need to learn how to be less aggressive.”

“That’s a start but I’m still not interested,” Sullivan said flatly. “I came out here to get away from people. I’d appreciate it if you kept that in mind and left me alone in the future.”

And then he closed the door in Nash’s face for the second time that day.

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Chapter 2

Cody was barking at his back door before the sun had risen the next morning. Sullivan groaned, rolling over in bed. He was a morning person but five o’clock was pushing it even for him! When the dog showed no sign of quieting down, he rolled out of bed and padded to the back door in his boxer shorts.

The dog practically knocked him over when he opened the door. It launched itself exuberantly into his arms, throwing its paws up on his shoulders and licking his face all over. Sullivan put up with it for a while before helping him back down onto the floor. “I like you, too, boy,” he said, patting the dog’s muscular sides with both hands. “You’re a beautiful dog!”

Cody yelped happily and ran down the hallway to leap up on his bed. Chuckling to himself, Sullivan followed and was in time to see the dog turning around a few times on the quilt before curling up into a fluffy ball at the foot of the bed. Sullivan debated whether to take him back to the Akana’s but decided against it. It was too early, he reasoned, and he was too tired. Plus, he relished spending more time with the animal. If only people were half as enjoyable as dogs!

He lay back down in the bed, smiling when Cody moved up closer, pressing against the side of his body and resting his head on Sullivan’s chest. They looked at each other, blinking lazily before both man and dog drifted off to sleep.

Waking again a couple hours later, Sullivan made coffee and put down some water for Cody. The dog lapped it up before following him out onto the deck. When Sullivan sat down, Cody hopped onto the bench and cuddled up to him, leaning his soft, furry, warm body against his big belly. Sullivan put his arm around the dog’s shoulders, deeply content. He’d never been this relaxed before and couldn’t resist planting a kiss on the dog’s fuzzy brow.

Because he was so attached to the dog, he delayed returning him, opting instead to take him for a run on the trails like the previous day. It was a cool morning and, even though they’d run nearly five miles, Sullivan wasn’t in the mood for a swim afterwards. Instead, he slipped out of his running shoes and tossed his tank top aside, padding into the bathroom to start the shower. He let the water run for a while before closing the door and stepping into the shower. 

As soon as the close latched, though, Cody started to pitch a fit, howling at the top of his lungs and scratching miserably at the door. Sullivan sighed and, stepping wet out of the shower, went back and opened the door. The dog promptly took a seat on the bath mat, watching him alertly as he resumed his shower.

He was toweling himself off when he realized something: Cody was an intact male. It was obvious because the dog’s lipstick-red penis thrust out between his legs, slimy and hard and very large. He flushed when he realized Cody’s eyes were glued to his naked body.

Sullivan laughed, “You perve! Don’t you know yer not ‘sposed to stare?” He patted the dog on the head and continued drying himself off. Cody stared fixedly at him the entire time and acted put out when Sullivan started to step into his boxers. “What?” he asked, smiling. “You think I should walk around naked all the time like you?” Copy yapped eagerly, eyes bright, and Sullivan shook his head. “I’m a human. We get cold without clothes. You have all that hair!”

At last, Sullivan decided it was time to return the dog to Nash. Like the previous day, they walked down the dusty road to the Akana’s cabin. When he knocked on the door, he braced himself for the elder Akana’s tirade but nobody answered. He knocked again, louder this time, but there was still no answer. After a few minutes, he walked around the front of the cabin to see if they were out in the yard but it was empty. Finally, he tried the door, thinking he could stick Cody inside if it was unlocked. Unfortunately, the door was bolted.

“Guess yer stuck with me today,” Sullivan said, patting Cody on the head. The truth was that he wasn’t upset in the slightest. He already felt like Cody was his dog, despite what Mr. Akana might think. 

They went back to Sullivan’s cabin and he grabbed his truck keys, heading into town to get something for the dog to eat. After walking down the pet food aisle, though, he decided he couldn’t stomach the thought of his dog eating anything out of a can or a bag and bought some chopped beef cubes in the meat section. Cody was brimming with excitement when he showed him the package of raw meat. Soon, Sullivan’s face was plastered with dog tongue for the hundredth time that day. God, he loved Cody!

Sullivan’s good mood evaporated on the return, however, when they rounded the corner to his cabin and spotted a familiar black jeep parked in back. He slammed on the brakes and stormed inside, discovering that his friend, Brady Collins, was already unpacking his weight equipment in the living room. 

Brady looked up and grinned at him but his grin faded when Sullivan shouted, “What the FUCK are you doing here?!” 

“What? You mean yer not glad to see me?” Brady asked. He stepped forward to give Sullivan a hug but, when Sullivan merely stared at him in stony silence, he awkwardly lowered his arms, explaining, “We was worried about ya, bro! Yer mom tole me to come out here and stay with you.” He grinned broadly, revealing, “Turns out it was perfect timing ‘cuz I don’t got nuthin’ to do this summer. Ha! We’ll be bachelors together, bro! Ain’t you excited?”

Sullivan was speechless. While he stood there, fish-mouthing, Cody came running into the living room and jumped on Brady, placing his paws on his friend’s shoulders and licking him exuberantly on the mouth. Brady laughed, nuzzling the dog’s thick ruff and patting his head. Watching them, Sullivan felt a stab of betrayal. Over the past couple of days, he’d started thinking he shared a special bond with the dog but now he saw plainly that Cody treated everyone the same way. It crushed his spirit a little.

“Dude! You got a dog!” Brady exclaimed, still tussling with Cody. “What’s his name?”

“Cody,” Sullivan growled, “and he’s not mine. He belongs to the neighbors. Besides, it doesn’t matter ‘cuz yer leavin’.” He pointed to the door, “Now!”

“Bro, bro!” Brady placated, shaking his shaggy head. “When’re ya gonna learn? I’m yer best bro in the whole world! There ain’t no way I’d let you stay all by yer lonesome out here for the whole summer! Nah, somebody’s gotta be with ya an’ that somebody’s me!” When Cody barked insistently, he reached down and patted his head, amending, “Me an’ Cody, that is. We’re yer besties! Ain’t we, Cody?” Cody jumped up and down, barking like crazy. Clearly, he liked this idea!

Sullivan folded his arms. “You can’t stay here.”

“Yes, I can!” Brady insisted. “I already talked to the landlord and had him put my name on the lease. I paid the extra security deposit and the advance rent on my portion. It’s official. I’m here for the summer! Now, help me move in, would ya?”

Sullivan’s hands were clenched into fists. The last thing he wanted was to live with Brady Collins for three months in the same cabin! He’d found this place to be by himself, not to share it with a big, dumb jock. As he stood there, though, all of the fight drained out of him and he turned on his heel and walked out onto the deck. It was supremely embarrassing but, as he stood looking out over the lake, tears started to well up in his eyes.

Brady followed him outside, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Dude? Hey, dude? Don’t cry! I’m here now. Everything’s Ok.”

Sullivan angrily wiped the back of his hand across his face, “I’m not crying!”

“Yes, you are.” Brady took him by the shoulders and forced him to turn around and look into his blue eyes. Brady was the same height and the same build as him. He even had the same amount of body hair, the same thick beard and the same shaggy, unkempt hair. The only difference was that he was a redhead and Sullivan had dark, brown hair. “Look, bro,” Brady continued, “I don’t know how else to tell you this but I…care…for you. It kills me to see you depressed.”

“I’m not depressed!”

Brady shook his head, “Yeah, you are. I won’t lie, dude. Part of the reason I’m here is ‘cuz we was afraid you might, you know, hurt yerself. Me an’ yer mom don’t want you to be alone.”

“You think I’m suicidal?!” Sullivan demanded, aghast. “I want to be a hermit, not to kill myself! There’s a difference!” He threw his hands up in the air, “Why doesn’t anyone understand that wanting to be alone doesn’t mean I’m sick, it just means I want to be alone!”

“It ain’t like you, bro.” Brady’s auburn eyebrows arched sympathetically. He gestured to the spartan cabin, “This ain’t you. This ain’t the Sullivan I know and love.”

“Maybe you just never knew the real me?” Sullivan challenged.

Brady smiled. It was like a ray of sunshine on a dreary day and the sight warmed Sullivan’s heart as much as he wanted to deny it. “Then teach me, bro. Teach me ‘bout the real you. I’ll be here all summer just for you. I wanna know everything ‘bout you. ‘Cuz yer mine. I mean, yer my bro!”

Before Sullivan could push him away, his friend grabbed him in a bear hug. He held Sullivan against his furry chest, moving his hand onto the back of his head and holding him in place. Sullivan’s nostrils filled with Brady’s rich, masculine scent. After hesitating, Sullivan surprised himself by wrapping his arms around his sturdy friend and hugging him fiercely back, their twin bellies squishing together. He didn’t fight the tears this time and let them run down his face. It was the first time he’d cried in years.

They stood on the deck, rocking back and forth in each other’s arms for so long that Cody got impatient and jumped up to join them, resting one paw on each of their shoulders and licking their faces with his long, wet tongue.

Finally, they broke apart and Brady joked, “Looks like you got two boyfriends now, dude. Me an’ Cody here!”

“You are not my boyfriend,” Sullivan grumbled. “And he’s a dog, not a boy.”

Cody issued a sharp bark of protest at this, causing both he and Brady to laugh.

***

Chapter 3

After setting up his weights in the living room, Brady searched the cabin closets for the TV and WiFi router that Sullivan had hid away. Seeing what he was doing, Sullivan stopped him before he could plug them in, saying, “Nope. No TV and no Internet. That’s the rule.”

Brady stared at him, stricken. “Whaddaya mean, bro? How’re we gonna watch sports? And how the fuck are ‘sposed to Netflix and chill without no Netflix?”

Sullivan wrinkled his lip. “When have we ever Netflix and chilled, bro? Ugh. Sorry, if you want Internet, yer gonna have to use yer phone. And I have half a mind to take that away from you, too.”

“But, bro!” Brady whined. “What’re we gonna do all the time if we don’t got no Internet? How am I gonna survive? I’ll die of boredom!”

Sullivan jerked his thumb over to the stack of books next to the couch, suggesting, “There’s plenty of stuff to read. I’ve been wanting to read Anna Karenina forever! We could read it together.”

“You know she jumps in front of a train at the end, right?” Brady grumbled.

Sullivan slapped him on the arm, yelling, “Thanks for spoiling it for me! Jesus! Are you a total fucktard or what?”

“That hurt,” Brady sulked, rubbing his arm. “You shouldn’t hit yer boyfriend, bro. It’s spousal abuse.”

“YOU ARE NOT MY BOYFRIEND!” Sullivan raged, clenching his fists. “Just ‘cuz I broke up with–”

“Uh, I heard she broke up with you,” Brady interrupted, earning another slap on the arm. 

Sullivan glared at him. “The point is that just because one relationship ended, um, badly, doesn’t mean I’ve suddenly turned gay. Now, if you can’t go without TV and Internet for the summer, you’re welcome to leave.” He pointed towards the door, “Right now.”

Brady took a deep breath to yell back at him but Cody intervened before he could, pushing himself between them and whining pathetically. Brady looked down and patted his head, saying, “We shouldn’t fight in front of him, bro. He doesn’t like it.”

“He’s a dog, Brady,” Sullivan stated through clenched teeth. “A DOG.”

“No, he’s not. He’s part of our thruple,” Brady corrected. “It’s time you learned that.”

Sullivan threw up his hands and stormed out of the cabin, ranting, “I can’t even! I can’t! I just can’t!”

He grabbed his running shoes and went for another run.

***

All of their attempts to return Cody to the Akana’s were in vain; neither the young guy nor his father were home. After trying to take him back one last time before dark, they decided to let him stay the night. After all, what choice did they have? 

For his part, Cody clearly enjoyed being with them and wasn’t the least bit upset about having to stay overnight. He was so endearing that it made Sullivan want to ask Nash about buying the dog. Even if Mr. Akana wasn’t interested, his son might be more tempted by the prospect of earning some cold, hard cash. Sullivan resolved to make the offer the next time he saw him.

Returning with the dog to the cabin, he cooked the cubed beef he’d picked up earlier for Cody’s supper while Brady (somewhat reluctantly) grilled veggie hotdogs out on the deck. Cody wolfed down his dinner, whimpering with delight, while Brad watched him with barely concealed envy, complaining, “Why’s he get all the meat and we have to make due with veggie dogs, bro? I mean, who’s the human here?” 

Sullivan rolled his eyes and continued munching on his hotdog.

After dinner, they realized they had another problem: The cabin only had one bedroom and, inside that bedroom, was only one bed.

Staring at the bed in question, Brady offered, “We could share it, bro. It’s queen-sized, right? Perfect for us!”  Cody yelped his assent, wagging his tail excitedly. “See?” Brady said. “Even he agrees! Let’s sleep together, bro!”

Sullivan gave the traitorous dog the gimlet eyeball, stating firmly, “I am not sleeping in the same bed with you.” He knelt down and pulled out the little trundle bed out from under the bed frame. “I’ll sleep down here. You can have the big bed.”

“That thing’s too small for you, bro,” Brady pointed out. “Yer so heavy, yer gonna bust it.”

“I’ve lost weight,” Sullivan said, patting his stomach. “I’m down five pounds already.”

“That makes you, what? Three hundred?”

Sullivan slapped Brady’s rounded gut, making him grunt. “I’ll have you know I’m down to two hundred and fifty…ish pounds, thank you very much. You should start running with me and Cody. You could stand to lose a little, bro.”

Brady hefted his tummy in his hands, “I’m workin’ on my dad bod, bro. And you should, too. We’re already pushin’ thirty. It’s time we looked our age! We’re both big guys. We’ve earned our dad-ness!” Turning back to the beds, he said, “But, Ok. I give in. I’ll sleep on the big bed and you have the little girl’s bed on the floor.”

Sullivan gave him a dirty look and set about finding sheets and a blanket.

***

Brady was a snorer.

Sullivan woke after midnight to the thunderous echoes of his exhales. Of course, the fucker snores! he thought, putting his hands over his head. 

He soon realized, though, that it wasn’t just the snoring that bothered him; he was too hot, too. The air in the small bedroom was stifling and reeked of man- and dog-musk. Getting out of the tiny bed with difficulty, he staggered into the kitchen to get a drink of water before heading out onto the deck for some fresh air. Looking up at the sky, he saw that the sliver of the moon was already high overhead and there were more stars than he’d ever seen before. He moved his gut aside and scratched his balls, idly wondering if this was the first time that he’d had such an unpolluted view of the vast sea of light that was the Milky Way. 

Thus overcome by the awe of nature, he opted not to return to the cabin and instead made a little bed for himself  on the deck. Properly ensconced and comfortable, he lay down and looked up at the sky, relishing the cool breeze and the absence of mosquitos, not to mention Brady’s snoring and body odor.

After a while, Cody scratched at the screen door and Sullivan got up and let him out. Together, man and dog fell asleep out in the wilds much like they had done for the first few millennia of their mutual domestication.

That night, Sullivan had an intensely erotic dream. In it, his ex-girlfriend surprised him by tugging down his underpants and licking his balls. Even better, she didn’t stop there! Sullivan was shocked when she pushed apart his thighs and went down on his asshole. He writhed, moaning with delight. 

Before they’d broken up in real life, it had been like pulling teeth just to get her to blow him once in a while. No amount of pleading or bribery had convinced her to actually lick him…down there. Now that he finally had her where he wanted her, he was intent on milking this special treatment for all it was worth! He dreamily lifted his buttocks, giving her easier access to his butthole. He had a really beefy butt which made access to his hole difficult so he helped her out by parting his cheeks. Exceeding his wildest expectations, she responded with gusto, licking him deep and hard. He cooed with delight when her tongue scored his hairy, tight pucker, prying open his tender, little sphincter.

Fuck! It felt so good!

He’d never had a girl toss his salad before! God, he could get used to this!

Only when his cock, balls and buttocks were thoroughly slathered and dripping with saliva did he awake and discover it wasn’t his ex who was pleasuring his anus but the dog, Cody. He sat bolt upright, pushing the eager dog away.

“Cody, no!” he hissed. “Bad dog!”

Uncowed, the dog merely sat back on his haunches and looked back at him in the wan moonlight, his eyes glowing devilishly. Then he unexpectedly shot forward and ‘kissed’ him on the mouth. Sullivan gagged at the unwelcome taste of his own asshole mixed with dog slobber. He felt like he was going to be sick!

“What the fuck, dude?” he complained. “Who taught you to do–? Oh, no. Wait. I know exactly who taught you to do that. Ugh!” 

Nash was a bigger pervert than he’d thought! Just thinking about the surfer bro teaching his dog to lick his asshole was enough to make him want to vomit. And how many times had Cody licked Sullivan on the mouth? Fuck. That meant that Cody’s tongue had been on at least two men’s assholes. His face reddened when he realized he’d licked another dude’s asshole by proxy. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.

He got up and stalked into the shower, scrubbing the dog drool off of his privates. When he stepped out again, Cody was waiting attentively, his big, red, slick penis jutting out on the floor between his legs.

Sullivan shook his head at the perverted creature and was bending over to step into his underwear when the dog goosed him, stealing a quick lick of his butthole in the process. Sullivan shot upright, clapping his hands over his butt and giving Cody a dirty look.

“Bad dog! That’s a no! No!” he scolded. “Gross!”

Cody merely wagged his tail, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

***

He locked Cody in the cabin before returning to his impromptu bed on the deck and covered his head with a pillow to drown out the dog’s plaintive whining. It took a while but he fell asleep again and enjoyed an uneventful slumber. As much as he tried to forget it, though, he was haunted by the disgusting memory of the dog’s tongue on his asshole.

He awoke to the smell of sizzling vegetarian sausage. Sitting up on his elbows, it took him a moment to get his bearings. The morning sunlight was just beginning to filter through the tree limbs in the east and the birds were singing overhead. The air smelled fresh and alive. He smiled, yawning and stretching. He felt good!

Following his nose, he pushed through the sliding door into the living room only to be greeted by the sight of Brady shirt-cocking in the kitchen. Good mood evaporating, he hurriedly looked away but not before he got the full view of the dude’s chunky butt cheeks swaying ponderously in the breeze beneath the hem of his t-shirt.

“Dude!” he complained. “What the fuck?! Put some pants on!”

“Huh?” Brady turned around, gracing him with the sight of his little, circumcised dick peeping out from under the folds of his pubic padding. “Whatsa matter now?”

“You’re naked below the waist, that’s what’s the matter.” Sullivan sighed, averting his gaze. “And you’re frying sausage! I’d cover up unless you wanna fry yer own sausage at the same time!”

“Oh, yeah, right. Ha! It’s been so long since I could see my pee-pee, I kinda forget it’s still there,” Brady turned and grabbed the apron hanging on a hook on the back of the kitchen door and tied it around his thick waist. “Thanks, bro. I dunno what I was thinkin’.” He resumed cooking, his chunky buttocks just as bare as before.

Sullivan clapped a hand to his forehead and was about to launch into a tirade when Brady interrupted him, “Dude? Hey, bro? We need to talk ‘bout sumthin’.”

“What?” Sullivan quipped. “About your blatant disregard for house rules and repugnant nudity?”

Brady laughed, “Ha! Nah, not ‘bout that. Sumthin’ more important.”

Sullivan rested his chin on his hand, fluttering his eyelashes innocently, “What, prithee tell, could possibly be more pressing? I can’t wait to hear this.”

“You don’t gotta be sarcastic, bro.” Brady faced him, lifting the spatula and pointing toward the fridge, “What’d you do with all my beer, huh? And why is there only vegetarian food in this kitchen?” He paused a moment before pointing to the stack of books in the living room, “And, dude, yer reading list! Anna Karenina’s bad enough but chick lit romances, too? I know Why the Caged Bird Sings? The House on Mango Street? Emma? Wuthering Heights? I mean, what the fuck’s up with all the chick lit?”

Sullivan set his jaw. “As for your beer, I threw it out last night. That’s another house rule: No alcohol. From now on, I’m living a clean lifestyle. Same goes for the vegetarian food. The only one who eats meat here is Cody because he’s a dog. If yer gonna live here with me, yer gonna adopt a strict vegan and alcohol-free diet.” He paused to take a breath before concluding, “And those books are great literature, enjoyed equally by men and women…despite what you might think.”

Brady stared at him like he’d sprouted horns. “This is worse than I thought. This is a ‘man emergency’! Yer turnin’ into a chick! Please tell me you still have a dick between yer legs!” Before Sullivan could react, he reached out and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down. There was a loud rip and then Sullivan’s girthy, uncircumcised member and his hulking, hairy balls tumbled out.

“Thank God,” Brady breathed, staring at Sullivan’s swaying appendage as he angrily clapped his hands over his crotch. “You had me worried there, bro. And that’s a hella nice dick you got there, too.”

Furious, Sullivan let go of his genitals in order to smack him. Brady jumped and the spatula went flying out of his hand. When he bent down to pick it up, Cody rushed in and goosed him between the legs. Brady gave a startled yelp and clapped his hands over his butt. Turning to the dog, he demanded, “Did you just lick me where I think you licked me?” Cody sat back on his heels, wagging his tail proudly, and Brady chuckled, “That actually felt pretty good. Do it again!” 

Sullivan watched in horror as his friend bent over, spread his beefy cheeks, and presented his butthole to the dog. Cody didn’t need to be asked twice! He immediately launched himself at Brady’s rosebud, lapping exuberantly.

“FUCKING HELL, BRADY!” Sullivan raged, trying desperately to pry Cody off of his buddy’s butt. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU–?”

At that very moment, someone started pounding on the door behind them. Both guys froze and looked guiltily over their shoulders to discover that Nash’s dad was glaring furiously at them through the window on the back porch. He had the full view of the whole demented scene. Sullivan’s entire face and chest turned scarlet when he realized he was completely naked and Brady might as well be completely naked, such was the state of his undress. Worse, his friend was bent over and Cody was eagerly licking his buttocks.

The door flew open and Mr. Akana stormed inside, pulling Cody off of Brady’s backside. Looking from Sullivan to Brady to Cody, he took his ire out on the dog first, screaming, “YOU ARE A DEVIL DOG! YOU HEAR ME?! A DEVIL!!!” He yanked the dog’s collar, causing Cody to yelp, and towed him out the door all while yelling at Brady and Sullivan, “STAY AWAY FROM MY DOG, YOU FUCKING PERVERTS! THE NEXT TIME I FIND HIM OVER HERE, I’M GONNA CALL THE POLICE! BESTIALITY IS AGAINST THE LAW, YOU KNOW!”

With a final shake of his fist, he disappeared from view.

Brady watched him go with his arms crossed and a dreamy expression on his face, “The dog’s tongue is amazing!” He rubbed his saliva-slathered buttocks, shivering with delight. “I’d gladly pay for that kind of treatment.”

Sullivan’s face hardened and his eyes blazed with fury, “You’re sick! He’s a dog!”

“Yeah, so?” Brady challenged. “Like you didn’t take advantage of that tongue yerself. I woke up last night and heard ya yodeling at the top of yer lungs. When I walked out into the living room, what do you think I saw on the deck? Only my best bud in the whole world getting himself rimmed by that very same pooch! Talk ‘bout sick!”

All of the blood drained out of Sullivan’s face for an instant before rushing back in and turning his cheeks beet red. “I was asleep!” he protested wildly. “I was dreaming! How was I supposed to know it was a dog? I thought it was my girlfriend!”

“Pffft! As if!” Brady waved dismissively. “Yer sick, bro. Just sick.” His gaze traveled down to Sullivan’s hefty beefstick still swinging freely between his legs. “And cover yerself up or I’m gonna stuff that big, ugly thing into my mouth right now!”

***

Chapter 4

Nash appeared at the back door around noon. This time, though, he wasn’t dressed to kill and he didn’t pound on the door. Instead, he knocked sheepishly, keeping his eyes downcast when Sullivan answered.

Sullivan was standing there, preparing to tell the kid to get lost, when a small breeze wafted over them and his nostrils were filled with Nash’s rich, musky aroma. The last time he’d seen Nash, the kid had doused himself in aftershave. This time, though, he was unwashed and there was nothing to mitigate his natural scent. 

Before he could stifle it, Sullivan thought, He smells just like Cody! One thing he loved about Cody was the way he smelled. He couldn’t get enough of it! Smelling his tantalizing scent wafting off of Nash clouded Sullivan’s mind. It was like a switch flipped in his brain and all of his former enmity towards the young guy evaporated, leaving him out of breath and confused.

For his part, Nash was oblivious to the effect his body odor was having on Sulivan and he mumbled, “I’m real sorry, dude. I mean it.” He glanced tentatively up at him before looking away. “My dad’s an asshole. I just came here to tell ya that he says Cody can’t leave the yard ever again. He won’t bother you from now on.”

Sullivan paused, surprised by how devastated this news left him. Even more surprising, though, was the way his heart pounded the longer he stared at Nash. He cleared his throat, stomach suddenly fluttering.

While he was struggling to formulate a reply, Brady appeared at his side and, folding his big arms, asked, “Who do we have here?”

Nash lifted his head and favored him with a small smile, “I’m Nash Akana. Cody is, well, he sorta was my dog but my ol’ man juss took him away from me. He…uh, he won’t be comin’ back here no more.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Brady rumbled, gaze traveling from Nash’s slightly rosy cheeks to Sullivan’s slightly rosy cheeks. “You boys know each other, I take it?”

Both Sullivan and Nash replied at the same time with Sullivan grumbling, “No,” and Nash exclaiming, “Yes!”

“I see.” Brady seemed highly amused by something but Sullivan didn’t know what. “Well, I’m Brady.” He placed his hand on Sullivan’s shoulder and squeezed, “I’m Sullivan’s best bro in the whole world.”

Nash’s eyes widened as he repeated, “Sullivan? His name’s Sullivan? He’s never told me his name before.” When Brady nodded, Nash blurted, “That’s such a cool name! ” 

“It beats his first name,” Brady quipped. “Did you know his real name is Percy? Ha! Percival Sullivan! Who the fuck names their kid that? Hahaha!”

Sullivan elbowed him in the gut, hissing, “Shut up, Brady!”

“I think it’s a cool name,” Nash said, lifting his gaze to stare affectionately at Sullivan. “It suits you.”

For reasons unknown to him, this left Sullivan tongue-tied and he stood there stupidly opening and closing his mouth with no sound coming out. This seemed to delight Brady to no end. “So, Nash?” he drawled. “You seem like a nice guy. Wanna come over for dinner tonight? I make a mean grilled portobello burger, if I do say so myself. And what could be better than that and a good, hearty, non-alcoholic beer to wash it down with?” He nudged Sullivan, adding, “My boy here would love it if you…ahem, came.”

Outraged, Sullivan scolded, “Brady!”

Nash, however, only smiled wanly at the implied double entendre, saying, “Geeze, I wish I could but I think it’s better if I don’t. My dad told me not to come here again.” He exhaled heavily, “He said I’ve worn out my welcome and I gotta say I agree. You won’t be seein’ me or Cody again.”

While Sullivan was stricken by this news, Brady was unfazed, asking, “How old are you, Nash?”

“I’m twenty four.”

Brady nodded. “Old enough to see who you want when you want to. Tell yer dad to stuff it and come join us for dinner.”

Nash shook his head, “You don’t understand. I can’t. I really can’t.” He cast a pleading look up at Sullivan, explaining, “I’d really like to…uh, get to know you better…but you’re better off if you never see me again. It’s safer for both of us. You gotta trust me on that. Please!”

With that, he turned and fled, leaving Sullivan and Brady staring in confusion at his retreating back.

“**

“So, Nash?” Brady asked Sullivan after he closed the door. “I thought you were straight, bro?”

“I am!” Sullivan insisted. “He’s just a stupid kid!”

“A stupid kid who’s head over heels for you?” Brady teased.

“I don’t care because I’m straight!”

Brady was thoughtful, “Or maybe it’s you who’s the stupid one, bro? Stupid for not running after him.” He elbowed him, urging, “Go to him! What’s wrong with you? It couldn’t be more obvious that he likes you. It won’t hurt you to dip a toe in the ‘big gay ocean’. The worst that can happen is you’ll figure out that a cock up yer ass isn’t for you!”

“No!” Sullivan snapped. “I’m going to chase after him because I don’t like him. I’ve only met him twice, well, three times if you count just now, and both times he tried to come onto me like a total man-whore. The only reason he didn’t this time is because you were here. Besides, he doesn’t even know me!”

“And you don’t know him, either,” Brady pointed out. “But there is one thing I do know.”

“What’s that?” Sullivan was irritated and really wanted this conversation to be over.

Brady smiled, “You have chemistry. I could feel it. It was practically intoxicating. I’ve never seen you turn into a little bitch in heat around a guy before, bro. You want him. You want him to bury his hot fuckstick in yer pussy in the worst way. Am I wrong?”

“This conversation is over,” Sullivan growled, turning and stomping off into the bedroom where he threw on his running gear and went for a very long, very hot run.

***

Two weeks went by and he and Brady slipped into an easy rhythm. In the morning, Sullivan would go for a run and afterwards he and Brady would hang out on the deck, drinking coffee. Later, they would take their bikes out on the trails or maybe go kayaking around the lake. Sometimes, they would take the canoe out and go fishing. There was a wide, clear, fast-flowing river that emptied into the chain of lakes nearby and they found that the fish really liked to bite at the confluence between river and lake. In the afternoons, they would lie around in the living room, reading, and then make dinner together, enjoying the gorgeous, summery weather on the deck. At night, Sullivan would sleep on the deck and Brady would sleep inside.

It would have been an ideal life if not for one thing. Well, two things, actually: Sullivan missed Nash and Cody in the worst way. He thought he’d get over this longing after a few days away from the boy and his dog but instead his craving to be with them only got stronger. There was scarcely a moment that went by when he wasn’t daydreaming about Nash’s long, lean, sinewy body or wishing Cody was there to accompany him on his runs and follow him around the cabin. Life just felt dull without them around.

He chided himself for being like this. After all, he wasn’t gay and had never owned a dog. How could he miss something that he’d never really had? It didn’t make any sense. No amount of reasoning, however, could assuage the hollow feeling inside. He even found himself finding excuses to pass by the Akana residence on the off chance that he’d spot Nash or Cody. He was disappointed, though; he never saw either the boy or the dog.

To distract himself, Sullivan would read to Brady. Unfortunately, the first book he chose, The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison, didn’t win him any goodwill from his friend. 

“Why the fuck you gotta read all these damned depressing books, bro?” he complained, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Yer a masochist! And a sadist! I hate you!”

“I thought it was very well written and incisive,” Sullivan rejoined. “Morrison was both a prophet and a sage, to say nothing of a gifted author.”

Brady stared at him, aghast. Finally, shaking his head, he grumbled, “And you need to get laid before you really do turn into a chick. Speaking of which, ain’t you horny? When do you masturbate anyways? I never see you.”

“I don’t masturbate,” Sullivan announced primly. “It’s gross and unnecessary. I’ve decided I’m never going to have sex again.”

Brady regarded him with barely concealed skepticism, “Oh, yeah? If that’s the case, then why’re you doin’ everything you can to pretty yerself up for yer wannabe boyfriend?” He patted Sullivan’s stomach, noting, “You barely got any paunch, dude. You’ve really slimmed down. Why would you do that if yer gonna become a monk?”

“It’s about health,” Sullivan replied archly. “It’s not about sex.”

“Uh huh.” Brady sighed, “What’s the use in having that giant, ugly club between yer legs if yer not gonna use it? At least lemme touch it and see what a real man’s dick feels like. You know I don’t even got a shaft no more, bro?” He laughed, hefting his belly in his hands, “I’m so fat, all I got is a lil’ mushroom cap down there.”

“You always had a small dick,” Sullivan pointed out, “even before you gained weight. And, besides, you’ve lost a lot of pounds, too. The vegetarian diet is paying off!”

Brady was like a dog with a bone, though, and wouldn’t drop the subject. “Can I touch it, bro?” he asked, reaching a hand out toward Sullivan’s crotch. “Just once. I juss wanna hold it an’ see what it feels like. You’ve never let me touch it before.” He looked around furtively, “Nobody’ll ever know!”

“What, no–!”

It was too late. Before he could stop him, Brady had slipped his hand into his boxers and grabbed his cock. “HOLY SHIT!” he exclaimed, eyes going round in shock. “THAT THING’S HUGE!”

“No, it’s–UNGH!”

That was all it took. One touch and Sullivan exploded in orgasm, soaking the couch and Brady’s hand with loads of his cum. He was so pent up from eschewing orgasm for so long that his hulking cock couldn’t take any more celibacy. In Brady’s expert hand, it kept getting harder and longer even as it spewed cum far and wide. By the time he was finished, it had grown to its full twelve inches and more than three inches in diameter. A truly giant cock by any standard.

Brady slipped out of his boxers and wiggled a fingertip over the buried head of his cocklet, working himself to orgasm as he continued to stroke Sullivan’s vibrating monster. A little stream of jizz flew out, making a tiny arc in the air before splattering on the cushions between his meaty thighs. 

Looking over at Sullivan with a dreamy smile, he exhaled, “That. Was. Awesome. Bro. Thanks! I’ve been wantin’ to do that since we turned fourteen and I saw how big you grew over the summer.” He slid back Sullivan’s long, thick foreskin and watched the gobs of semen belch out of his gaping piss slit, wrinkling his lip, “It is really ugly, though, bro. Why don’t you get yerself circumcised like me?”

“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer,” Sullivan stated, grabbing his dick away from Brady and stuffing it back in his shorts. “And this is the only time we’re doing this. Got it?”

Brady’s mouth quirked. “Yeah, sure, bro. Whatever you say.”

Of course, from then on they jacked each other every opportunity they could get.

***

Chapter 5

One morning, when the ache of missing Cody and Nash hit him particularly strongly, he went for an even longer run than usual. He figured that, if he exhausted himself, he’d have less mental energy to pine away for his two favorite males. He was about three miles away from the cabin, lost in thought, when Nash caught up with him. Jogging easily alongside, he asked, “Mind if I join you, bro?”

Sullivan jumped, startled. He stared at the kid, half-convinced he was hallucinating. Somehow, though, he had the presence of mind to reply, “Yeah, sure. Why not? But I thought your dad said you couldn’t see me again.”

Nash waved this off, “He don’t own me, dude.” His face split into an impish grin and Sullivan’s heart melted. “‘Sides, I couldn’t stay away from you even if I wanted to. Ha! Guess I’m addicted to ya! How far you goin’?”

Sullivan barely heard him. He was too busy devouring Nash with his hungry gaze. Perhaps because it had been so long since he’d last seen him, Nash looked even more studly than he remembered. He was shirtless, wearing a little pair of black nylon shorts that were pleasingly tented by his sizable package bouncing heavily up and down with each stride. His big muscles were clearly delineated under his flawless, smooth skin. And his butt–This was the first time that Sullivan had seen it!–was perky, shapely and quite large for such a lean guy. On top of all this, he wasn’t even out of breath and bounded along effortlessly in stark contrast to Sullivan’s own plodding progress.

When he didn’t answer, Nash prompted, “Whatsa matter? Cat got yer tongue? Or maybe the dog’s got yer butt? Haha!”

Sullivan flushed dark red and he sputtered, “Wait! Did your dad–?”

“Chill, dude. It’s alright. My ol’ man ain’t nuthin’ but a prude.” Laughing, he added, “And, no, before you ask, I didn’t teach Cody to do that. It’s sumthin’ he’s done since he was a pup. We’ve never been able to train it outta him. My dad an’ me have learned not to let him near us when we’re naked. Ha ha! He’s such a naughty dog!”

“I’ll say.”

“You like him, though?” Nash asked, suddenly intent. “Don’t you?”

“Cody or yer dad?”

Nash laughed, “Cody, of course! I already know you don’t like my dad.”

“Yeah,” Sullivan admitted. “I do. I really, really like that dog.” And I like you, too, he thought, although he couldn’t make himself say it. He looked over at the boy, adding, “I even offered to buy him off your dad but he freaked out on me. Got super offended, like I’d asked to buy his own child or sumthin’.”

“Haha! Yeah, that’s my dad, alright. He’s always been real protective of Cody.” He paused thoughtfully before continuing, “I think Cody would like to be with you, too. I think he’d like that a lot. He’s not used to people being so nice to him.”

Sullivan was surprised, “Really? But he’s such a great dog!”

Nash smiled at this, “He is a good dog. But he’s also…a lot. It takes a real special someone to be with Cody. Someone with a big heart who doesn’t mind…”

“What?” Sullivan prompted when Nash didn’t finish. “Someone who doesn’t mind what?”

Nash looked off to the side, “Nuthin’. I dunno what I was gonna say.”

Sullivan didn’t buy this but he was astute enough to let it drop. They emerged from the depths of the forest just then to find themselves on the shores of the large pond whose shores were wreathed by reeds. Away from shore, its limpid waters were graced by a plethora of lily pads, all in full bloom. Drawing to a halt, Sullivan suggested, “Wanna go for a swim?”

In answer, Nash kicked off his running shoes and ran whooping into the water. Sullivan followed close behind him and they swam together out into the middle where the reeds and lily pads gave way to open water. The pond was spring fed, clear and pleasantly cool. Sullivan lay on his back and floated in the water while Nash paddled around beside him. When he was wet, Sullivan noted with particular relish, Nash’s natural scent was enhanced. He was in heaven lying there with the boy’s musky odor filling his nose. He couldn’t get enough of it! God, how he’d missed that scent!

“Yer awful hairy, bro,” Nash observed, taking in the thick pelt of fur covering Sulivan from head to toe. “I like it. I barely even have any hair on my face, let alone on my body.”

For some reason, hearing this warmed Sullivan’s heart and he smiled, “Thanks. I…I mean, I like how smooth you are.”

“Haha! Really?” Nash splashed him playfully. “Guess we always want what we can’t have. Right, bro?”

Sullivan’s cheeks flushed under his beard and he wisely chose to remain silent. His dick, however, started to stiffen in his wet shorts. He cleared his throat, surreptitiously rearranging his junk to hide his growing erection.

They were silent together for a while before Nash began, “So, bro? Yer girlfriend dumped you, huh?”

Sullivan looked over at him sharply. “Who told you that?”

“Pffft, bro!” Nash said, laughing. “It’s written all over yer face. Why else would a big, gorgeous stud like you be livin’ out here in the middle of nowhere?”

Sullivan’s heart raced a little at being called a big, gorgeous stud but he kept his tone neutral when he replied, “I’m that obvious, huh?”

“Uh, yeah.” Nash splashed him again. “Super obvi, bro.” Lowering his voice, he asked, “Do ya wanna talk ‘bout it?  I’ve been dumped more times than I can count. I know what it feels like to be rejected…and to be hurt.”

“You?” Sullivan was dumbstruck. “But you’re so–” He stopped himself before he finished the sentence. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by gushing over Nash’s many quality attributes. How could anyone resist him? It simply did not compute. Nash was the perfect man.

“I’m so what?” Nash asked, his lips not far from Sullivan’s ear. Before he could answer, though, he laughed, “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a lot like Cody. I’ve never been good about boundaries. I meet somebody I like and I’m all over ‘em. I give them my whole self, my whole soul, my whole heart without even thinkin’ ‘bout it. But that’s the problem: It scares people away and I get hurt. Every time. My dad says I’m emotionally stupid.”

“Your dad’s wrong,” Sullivan stated, surprised by his vehemence. “Dead wrong. It’s everybody else who’s stupid, not you. Think about it! People never say what they mean and never mean what they say. That’s the problem. We need more people like you, Nash. You’re an incredibly rare and precious person.”

When Nash didn’t respond, Sullivan grew worried that he’d overstepped but, when he turned his head, he was surprised to see the young guy wiping tears out of his eyes. Nash caught his stare and gave him a watery smile before suddenly standing up in the water. The pond was deep where they were but Nash was tall enough that his feet reached the bottom.

“What are you doing?” Sullivan asked, his heart beating louder in his ears. The tension between them was palpable. The very air felt charged.

“Juss lie there,” Nash soothed. “Lie there and be still.”

Sullivan did as he was told and, resting in the water, looked up at the clear, summer sky and the wide branches of the oak trees reaching over the pond. It was beautiful. So beautiful. As he lay there, Nash reached underneath him and placed both hands under his back, lifting him up slightly so that his body rose out of the water.

“This is me, bro,” Nash whispered in his ear, his voice like a caress. “This is me holding you.”

“It’s nice,” Sullivan murmured, realizing it was true. Nash’s hands were strong and confident, powerful even. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling.

Nash leaned in so close, his lips were almost touching Sullivan’s ear, “This is what was missing, wasn’t it?”

Sullivan cracked an eyelid. “What do you mean?”

Nash lifted him up further, taking most of his body weight in his hands. “This is what was missing from your relationship, wasn’t it? Your girlfriend couldn’t hold you up, could she?”

This time it was Sullivan’s turn to cry. He blinked his eyes as tears filled them, trickling down his fuzzy cheeks and dripping into the water beneath him. How the fuck had Nash seen that? How the fuck had he known? Even Sullivan was at a loss to put into words why his relationship failed but somehow Nash had not only intuited it but also demonstrated his understanding eloquently without even using words. The sensation left him feeling shaken and deeply touched. He buried his face in his hands and sobbed while Nash cradled him in his arms.

***

They walked back to the cabin in silence. What could they say? It felt like everything that needed to be said was already right there, hanging in the air around them. Every so often Nash’s hand would brush against Sullivan’s. At first, Sullivan pulled away but, by the time they were nearly home, he stopped moving it aside and allowed the boy to hold it. He’d never held hands with a guy before and the sensation left him feeling both breathless and confused.

“Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” He was surprised to hear the words coming out of his mouth and tried furiously to couch the invitation by adding, “It won’t be anything fancy and Brady will be there. Plus, I don’t drink or eat meat.” He looked down at the ground, “It’s probably not your thing.”

“I’d love to!” Nash replied, all but dancing with glee in front of him. “I can’t wait!”

Sullivan grinned at the boy’s exuberance. It reminded him of something and he asked, “Will you bring Cody along? I’d love to see him again.”

Nash hesitated a moment, eyes darting to the side quickly before agreeing, “Uh, yeah. Ok. I’m pretty sure I can bring him.”

“Are you sure it’s Ok?” Sullivan pressed, sensing the boy’s reluctance. “Your dad won’t be mad if he finds out you’re bringing him here?”

Nash waved this off, “Nah, he’ll be fine. My ol’ man’s bark is worse than his bite. What time should we be here?”

“In an hour?” Sullivan drew his foot through the dirt, suddenly aware that he was asking a guy out on a date for the first time in his life. What the fuck was his thinking? “That’ll give me time to wash up and get dinner going.”

“Deal!” Nash threw himself into Sullivan’s arms, hugging him tightly. “I can’t wait!”

Leaving Sullivan aroused and smitten, he turned and bounded off down the road.

***

Chapter 6

Nash was at the back door an hour later. He’d shaved and put on a dress shirt and jeans, wearing the most clothes that Sullivan had ever seen him in. He filled out the shirt and pants very well indeed! Sullivan took note of all of the pleasing bumps, ridges, curves and protrusions on the young man’s body. Nash was a very lean and very handsome boy!

Nervous, Nash ran his hand through his long hair, pushing it up over the top of his head. Nonetheless, his signature lock of hair drifted down over his right eye as he grasped Sullivan in a brief hug. Behind him stood Cody. After squeezing Nash’s shoulders (admiring how broad and muscular they were), Sullivan turned toward the dog and was puzzled to see Cody’s ears were flattened against his skull and he was staring back at him coldly. When Sullivan approached to pet him, a low growl emerged from deep in the dog’s throat. Sullivan’s hand froze in mid air as he looked questioningly back at Nash.

“Oh, don’t mind him!” Nash said, laughing uncomfortably. “He’s just being cranky!” Patting his thighs, he called out, “C’mon, Cody! Be nice! This is Sullivan. You remember him, right?”

Cody backed away, hackles raised menacingly. Sullivan’s brow furrowed. Something didn’t seem right about the dog. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve sworn that it was a different dog entirely. But Nash wouldn’t have two black dogs, right?

At that moment, Brady poked his head out the door behind him, quipping, “Are you gonna invite our guest in, bro?” He looked apologetically over at Nash, “I’ve always said that Sullivan was raised by wolves.” When Nash went to shake his hand, Brady hauled him in for a hug and clapped him affectionately on the back as he whispered, “Be gentle with my boy, Ok? Despite my best efforts, he ain’t been fucked yet and needs a man with a steady hand and plenty of lube.”

Both Cody and Sullivan barked in protest at this with the dog nosing defensively between Nash and Sullivan and Sullivan cursing, “Fuck you, Brady! Would you stop? We’re just dating!”

Brady arched an eyebrow, “Oh, yeah?” He looked from the flustered Sullivan to the equally flustered Nash, “I know love when I see it and you both got it bad.”

As if to protest this assertion, Cody snarled angrily at Brady. If Nash hadn’t caught him by the collar and hauled him back, he would have bitten him. “Da-I mean, Cody!” the boy scolded. “Stop it! Be nice!” Looking from Brady to Sullivan, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, “I’m sorry! He’s not normally like this. Maybe I should take him back home?”

“Nah, he’s fine,” Brady reassured. “He’s just protectin’ ya. It’s what dogs do.” He didn’t, however, attempt to pet the edgy canine again.

They moved inside where Brady led Nash and Cody out onto the deck while Sullivan finished cooking dinner. Sullivan gritted his teeth as Brady regaled Nash with all sorts of embarrassing tales about his and Sullivan’s exploits. To distract himself, he studied Cody. The dog was sulking by the sliding door; he lay with his front paws crossed, his eyes never leaving Nash. He looked like he might go for Brady’s jugular at any moment.

Wait a minute, he thought, scrutinizing the dog. Maybe this really isn’t the same dog? 

This ‘Cody’ was actually a bit smaller than he remembered and not quite as muscular. On top of that, his movements were stiffer, almost like he was an older dog. Were those white whiskers on his muzzle? He could’ve sworn that Cody’s muzzle was all black…

At that moment, the dog caught him staring and gave him a withering look through the window. Sullivan immediately looked away. It was like the dog had read his mind!

Dinner was awkward mostly due to the erotic tension simmering between Sullivan and Nash. Brady rested his chin on his hand, refusing to do anything to alleviate the strain. The obdurate dog only made things worse. He sat stiffly on the deck between Nash and Sullivan, staring daggers at them the entire time. When Nash kicked off his sandal and moved his foot over Sullivan’s, caressing his toes, Cody barked sharply and they both jumped.

“You know what?” Nash said, getting up and tossing down his napkin. “I’m gonna take him back home. He’s being a total asshole tonight.” He placed his big hand over Sullivan’s, though, reassuring, “Don’t worry, Babe. I’ll be back in a few.” He reached down and hauled the growling Cody away by the scruff of the neck. 

After they’d gone, Brady looked over at Sullivan, repeating, “‘Babe’? Did he just call you ‘babe’?”

“Shut up.” Sullivan got up and stalked into the kitchen.

***

True to his word, Nash was back in ten minutes without the dog. “I think he’s jealous,” he explained. “He gets protective of me sometimes.”

“It’s Ok, I get it.” Sullivan was drinking in the sight of the big stud like a man lost in the desert takes to water. “He cares about you.”

“Yeah, that’s probably it.” Nash’s eyes darted up and met Sullivan’s, a spark of desire kindling in his dark irises. “Wanna go out in the canoe together?” He looked up at the full moon rising over the reedy lake. “It’s a beautiful night.”

“Yeah, let’s do it.” Sullivan turned to tell Brady their plan but his friend had already overheard and waved them off.

“Go out and have fun, boys!” he said, laughing. “And, Nash, if you don’t get past second base tonight, yer not tryin’ hard enough.”

Nash flushed crimson as Sullivan cast a murderous glare at his friend.

***

They walked hand in hand down to the water. Nash steadied the canoe and helped Sullivan inside. Holding his arms out for balance, Sullivan chose to take the front seat so Nash could steer. Nash is meant to be in charge, he thought, shivering with expectation.

After climbing in back, Nash pushed the canoe away from the dock and paddled out into the inlet. Sullivan turned and glanced back at him, blushing when the boy winked in return. They coasted along silent as ghosts through the water, neither speaking for a long time. Finally, Sullivan managed to work up the nerve to ask a question he’d wanted to know since he first met Nash.

“You’re Hawaiian, right?”

Nash grunted his assent, “Yep. Native born and bred, dude.”

Sullivan paused. “So, I gotta ask, why…Michigan of all places? If you don’t mind me saying, you look like a total surfer dude. You don’t seem to fit in here.”

Nash chuckled, “I didn’t fit in back there, either. And it wasn’t…convenient…for Dad and me to stay on the islands no more. We sorta had to leave. He got a job offer here and he took it. It’s that simple.”

“Why didn’t you fit in?”

Nash was thoughtful for a moment, “Ain’t it obvious, bro? I’m as queer as they come. In more ways than one. I…caused some trouble and, you know, did some stuff I shouldn’t’ve.”

“Everyone does that kind of thing when they’re young,” Sullivan commented. “Even I got caught cheating during a spelling bee in junior high and was kicked out of the club. My parents were furious and I never did manage to live it down. They still remind me about it whenever I visit.”

“Uh, yeah. That musta been real tough for ya, bro.” Why did it sound like Nash was trying hard not to laugh? “Let’s just say the stuff I did was worse, a lot worse.”

Sullivan was dying to ask him what he’d done but didn’t want to put him on the spot. Instead, he allowed Nash to guide the canoe toward a little island in the middle of the lake. It was almost dark by then and the fireflies were coming out along the shore. The moonlight sparkled on the water and a little breeze rustled across the water, bringing with it the scent of Nash’s musk. Sullivan inhaled deeply, body trembling with desire.

Nash grounded the canoe in the soft sand of the island and got out to extend his hand to Sullivan, pulling him out of the canoe and into his arms. He drew him into a hug and held him, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“I want you, bro,” he breathed. “I can’t control myself any longer. I gotta have you!”

“I think that’s what I want, too.” Sullivan’s heart was throbbing in his chest much like his cock was throbbing in his shorts. “I want you more than anybody I’ve ever met!”

Nash made an adorable, animalistic, exasperated sound in the back of his throat, “That’s good.” His lips were on his ear; he started nibbling. “We were meant for each other. I knew that the first time I saw you.”

Sullivan couldn’t stop shivering. “I know. I felt the same way even though I didn’t want to admit it.” He lowered his head. “I’ve, I mean, I’ve never been with a guy before.” He smiled, Nash’s tongue was doing things he’d never felt when he was with a woman. It was completely mind-blowing!

“Better late than never, bro.” Nash licked him for a while, working him into a state of near delirium before murmuring, “There is something I’ve been dying to do to you, though. Would you let me?”

“Let you what?”

In answer, Nash started to tug down his shorts. Panicked, Sullivan tried to stop him but Nash pushed his hands away, soothing, “Don’t worry, bro! Second base, remember?” Just then, he succeeded in pulling Sullivan’s shorts and underwear off completely. Grinning, he knelt down behind him and placed his hands on his buttocks.

Sullivan was confused about what he was up to, “What’re you doing back–UNGH!”

Nash’s tongue had just scored his pucker. Lapping exuberantly, the boy pushed his face into Sullivan’s crack and got to work tonguing his asshole. Sullivan writhed under this welcome assault. That tongue seemed to grow longer and wetter as it probed and lapped and generally washed his butt from top to, er, bottom. When Nash pushed him down onto all fours, Sullivan leaned down and rested his cheek in the sand, reaching back to pull his buttocks apart. Nash responded by doubling down on his tonguing.

It was magical how a soft warmth began to radiate through his butt, suffusing him with a golden glow. When Sullivan experienced a spontaneous orgasm, cum rocketing out of his cock like a geyser, Nash stroked his shaft, milking him until he was dry. Finally, when Sullivan was spent, he urged him to sit back onto his lap. At some point, Nash had pulled off his own pants and Sullivan gasped when he felt the boy’s hard, thick member push into the cleft of his ass. It throbbed there, gently but insistently pressing against his little, virgin butthole.

“I fuckin’ love rimming!” Nash raved, rubbing his big hands all over Sullivan’s butt. “I can’t get enough of it!”

“That…was…amazing.” Sullivan’s poor brain was spinning. Only having been rimmed twice in his life, he rued not going gay sooner. If the hetero dudes only knew what they were missing, there wouldn’t be a single straight guy left in the whole world!

Nash’s mouth was on his neck, licking him. In between amorous laps, he gasped, “I wanna fuck ya, too, but not yet. We’ll take our time.”

Sullivan gritted his teeth, feeling his cock stiffen once again. He turned and met Nash’s mouth, kissing him for the first time. Nash responded by flicking his tongue over his teeth, gently teasing him. Sullivan gulped that long, firm piece of muscle down, swallowing it. Nash pushed him back down on the sand, shoving his tongue into his mouth as deep as he could. Sullivan welcomed him, not even grossed out by the taste of his own asshole on the boy’s mouth. He’d overcome his prudish resistance to the taste of hole after Cody’s rim job.

They writhed on the sand, devouring each other, until they were both exhausted. Sullivan’s tummy was sticky with Nash’s cum. The boy had orgasmed three times while they were twined together. Their bodies were hot and sweaty and they smelled atrocious. Sullivan had never been happier.

He allowed Nash to clean him up and then they sat, side by side, on the little sand bar. Nash slung his arm over his shoulders and tugged him close. Sullivan smiled, feeling like he’d never been this happy in his entire life. Together, they watched the fireflies dance and listened to the fish jumping in the water until the giant, silver orb of the moon sank behind the trees. Only then did they get up and paddle for home.

***

Chapter 7

Brady had gone to bed by the time they made it back to the cabin. Sullivan begged Nash to spend the night with him but the boy politely refused. Rubbing his swollen crotch against Sullivan’s, he promised, “Soon, Babe. Soon. Let’s take our time, Ok?”

“But–!” Sullivan started to protest, utterly bereft at the thought of spending the night alone.

Nash stopped him with a kiss. When he pulled away, he said brightly, “See you in the morning?”

Sullivan nodded unhappily, resting his cheek against Nash’s neck. He held onto him like he was drowning, only letting go reluctantly. Now that he’d given his heart to the boy, he never wanted to be apart from him!

Nash waved goodbye and stalked off into the night, leaving Sullivan to stand there forlornly. He was about to turn away when he heard a rustling in the undergrowth nearby. A moment later, Cody leaped onto the deck and nearly bowled him over. Sullivan stumbled backwards, laughing, as the dog covered his face with kisses.

“I thought you hated me!” Sullivan teased, hugging the animal around the neck. “You were so mean tonight!” Cody whimpered, nuzzling his cheek as if he was trying to apologize. “It’s alright,” Sullivan said. “I forgive you. You’re my beautiful boy after all!” The little yip that Cody let out was perhaps the most adorable sound a dog had ever made.

Sullivan buried his face in Cody’s ruff, inhaling deeply. He stopped, puzzled, as he did so. That scent! It was the same scent that continually wafted off of Nash, driving Sullivan mad with desire. He sniffed again, wondering again how the boy and the dog could smell so much alike. I guess it’s possible, he thought. I mean, they do live together after all. Maybe all dogs and humans start to smell alike the longer they live together? He’d never had a dog so he couldn’t know for sure. Until he did more research, though, he decided he didn’t care if Cody and Nash shared the same scent. He loved it!

He slept curled around Cody’s warm, soft, furry body that night. If he couldn’t sleep with Nash, Cody was the next best thing!

***

He awoke to Cody licking the back of his neck. He smiled sleepily, murmuring, “I love you, too, Cody,” only to jump in surprise when a deep voice rumbled in his ear, “Are you sayin’ you love my dog more than me?”

Sullivan flipped over and found himself staring into Nash’s soft, brown eyes. The boy puckered his lips and kissed him gently, whispering, “Morning, Babe.” He was naked under the covers. Sullivan could feel his immense organ pulsing against his tummy.

“Where’s Cody?” Sullivan asked, wrapping his arms around the boy’s lithe, muscular body. “And when did you get here?”

“He’s back home,” Nash said, returning the hug. “And I climbed into bed with you about a half hour ago. Yer real pretty when yer sleepin’, bro. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Sullivan didn’t answer. Instead, he turned the boy over onto his belly and, before Nash knew what was happening, spread his perfect, pert and slightly chunky butt cheeks to expose his caramel-colored butthole.

Laughing, Nash looked back at him, “What’re you doin’, bro?”

“Paying you back!”

Sullivan took a moment to admire the perfection of Nash’s ass, noting that he had Speedo tan lines that accentuated the size and shape of his smooth, hairless buttocks. It was a beautiful ass! Even Nash’s asshole was pretty. It was screwed shut at the moment but nothing could hide its tender, nubile, unfucked loveliness. Nash was clearly still a virgin which made sense because Sullivan couldn’t imagine him ever taking a cock.

He went down on him, suckling his very first butthole. In all of his years of sexual activity, he’d never once licked an asshole. The experience was intensely gratifying. He inhaled Nash’s musky aroma as his tongue traced the rim of his hole. That odor! It was intoxicating! The more he smelled it, the more he craved Nash.

Nash resisted his tongue, clenching his hole tightly. The more Sullivan tried to force his tongue into that little pucker of goodness, the more the boy fought back. Finally, exasperated from being denied ultimate pleasure, he reached under Nash and grabbed his cock.

He froze as his hand circled the massive organ.

He’d never touched another guy’s cock before. When he and Brady jacked off together, it was always Brady’s hand on his dick; Sullivan never touched his buddy’s penis in return.

Oh, he touched his own dick thousands of times but his penis, while big, felt rough and ugly in comparison to Nash’s. His own dick was hairy, for one thing, and Nash’s was completely smooth. The boy’s iron-hard shaft was silky soft and rigid at the same time, the skin sliding in an almost liquid fashion over his pulsing organ. Nash’s foreskin was long and elastic, stretching several inches off the tip if he pulled on it. His balls were giant and heavy but, like his shaft, his scrotum was smooth and hairless. Only a tiny bit of fine hair graced his pubes. He marveled at how Nash’s dick, while similar in size to his own, could be so different! It made him wonder how it would feel to have the boy inside him.

Nash seemed to be caught off guard when he took the initiative to stroke him and inadvertently arched his back, lifting his buttocks upward and releasing that viselike clench of his butthole that would have made a Catholic schoolgirl proud. His tiny, wrinkled hole relaxed and, incredibly, opened slightly.

Sullivan dove for it!

“Sullivan, NO!” Nash yelled as his tongue forced its way inside his anus. “DON’T!”

Too late.

Sullivan froze, his tongue resting on a couple of little buried nodules located on the boy’s anal walls. He’d never rimmed anyone before and wasn’t expecting this. Just as he hesitated, though, the most incendiary flavor hit his tastebuds and his mind went blank. He pulled back to look down at the boy’s once again clenched hole in time to see a tiny droplet of clear, amber liquid leak out. 

The scent that hit his nostrils short-circuited his brain and he went berserk, lunging forward and devouring every last trace of the mysteriously fragrant oil. In his desperation, he started gnawing at Nash with his teeth and the boy finally had to flip around and force his mouth away from his butt in order to prevent injury to his delicate tissue. He held the snarling, voracious Sullivan in his arms, hugging him tightly until he finally came back to his senses. Once he did, Sullivan hung his head, embarrassed. He’d never behaved like that before!

“Don’t,” Nash commanded when he tried to wrestle free. “It’s Ok. You didn’t know.”

Sullivan could only think about getting as far away from the boy as possible, so ashamed was he by his total loss of control. If Nash hadn’t stopped him in time, he would have really hurt him!

“It’s not yer fault,” Nash soothed, holding him close. “It’s mine. I shoulda warned you.” He hung his head, revealing, “I suspected this about you but wasn’t sure. Now I know and I’m sorry.”

“Wh-Wh-What was that stuff?” Sullivan’s mind was swimming and his tastebuds were still reverberating with the incredibly-addictive flavor of the boy’s hole.

“My anal glands,” Nash explained with a shrug. “On most people, they’re vestigial but on me…well, let’s just say they’re anything but vestigial. They’re why I normally wear so much aftershave. The effect of my scent can do things to a guy if I let him get too close to me. And the oil from my glands…Well, as you just found out, it can make a guy go crazy.” He held up a finger, adding, “Not every guy, mind you! In fact, most guys just think it’s gross which is why I keep my hole clenched like that. I’ve learned the hard way.” His voice trailed off and he was silent for a moment before adding, “In my defense, I will say that your scent has the same effect on me. You have anal glands, too, bro. Your scent drives me wild but, so far at least, I’ve been able to keep my cool around you.”

“I have anal glands?”

“‘Course you do! Haha! It’s what first brought me sniffing around yer back door.” He patted Sullivan’s ‘back door’ fondly as he said this, chuckling to himself. “Us guys with anal glands are like dogs. You ever wonder why they’re always sniffing each other’s butts? It’s ‘cuz of the glands. They can’t get enough of the scent!”

Sullivan massaged his temples. “I had no idea.” He resisted the urge to reach down and stick a finger in his own butt to see if he could feel those same funny nodules in himself. “I didn’t think I smelled like anything.”

Nash stared at him, incredulous. “Does anybody smell their own scent, dude? Of course not! It’s so much a part of you that you don’t even notice. And most people’s noses aren’t like mine. I have a really good sense of smell…like you. You never would have lost control like that if you were normal.” He kissed him, smiling affectionately. “Now that you know, we can take steps to make sure you don’t lose control like that again.”

***

Nash left to go to work but promised to let Cody out so Sullivan would have a running companion. True to his word, the dog appeared a few minutes after the boy had left, bounding up and placing his paws on Sullivan’s shoulders. Sullivan laughed as the dog plastered his face with kisses. Cody was just so happy today! It was in direct contrast to his strange behavior last night.

They took off on their usual five-mile loop. Sullivan plodded along while the dog dashed out in front to make sure the way ahead was safe before returning periodically to check on him. Once he was reassured that Sullivan was Ok, he commenced dashing to and fro through the undergrowth, trying to scare up rabbits.

Sullivan couldn’t get the flavor of Nash’s hole out of his mouth. It drove him to distraction! There was something about that thick, redolent, amber liquid that didn’t wash away even after he brushed his teeth. It had a strange effect on him and he found it difficult to concentrate on running. He kept imagining Nash’s long, thick, veiny cock and how it would feel lodged inside him. 

As he ran, he fantasized that his buttocks were growing bigger and rounder. Swelling up like he was a bitch in heat, his ripe hind end was fecund and rosy and round, ready for breeding. The fantasy was so real he could almost taste it. Drawing to a halt, he reached down and cupped his butt cheeks and was startled to realize he hadn’t imagined it. They not only radiated warmth, they actually felt bigger, too. He lifted them and let them fall heavily downward, stifling a moan as he did so. God, having a big ass felt so good! He imagined Nash’s face buried in his butt cheeks and fantasized about making them even bigger. He wanted an ass so big that…

He snapped out of it, perplexed. Why did he want a bigger ass? His butt was already plenty sizable as it was…but, fuck! What would it feel like if it was even bigger, bubblier and rounder? What if it was big and round and soft and jiggly instead of firm and blocky? Ungh! That would be so hot! And Nash would fuckin’ love it, too!

Shaking his head, he tried desperately to clear it but the fantasy wouldn’t go away. Delirious, he placed a hand on the trunk of a nearby tree to steady himself. He took a few, deep shuddering breaths and was starting to feel calmer when he felt it.

Something was trickling out of his buttocks!

He reached down to touch his hole through his running shorts, only to withdraw his hand in alarm when his fingers came away slick. They were covered in a slimy, pink, fragrant liquid! Shakily, he lifted his fingers to his nose and inhaled. Instantly, he was overpowered by a sweet, cloying aroma. It was heady and rich, making his knees go weak.

It was the scent of a bitch in heat.

He had no idea how he knew this but he did.

And, what was more, it smelled just like him. He knew without a doubt that this was his scent. Until now, it had been dormant, faint, all but undetectable to anyone by Nash. But now it bloomed inside him, releasing its indelible fragrance into the world around him in a miasma of potent waves.

Fever gripped him and he hung onto the tree trunk for dear life, the ground seeming to spin beneath his feet. He was so out of it that he didn’t hear Cody barking frantically. Only when the dog nipped him on the butt did he wake up to its aggravated state. He stepped back, alarmed.

“Cody,” he murmured weakly, “what’s wrong? Why’re you–?”

The dog lunged at him again, baring its teeth, and Sullivan drew back in fear. Cody’s eyes burned with a smoldering fire he’d never seen before. It was reminiscent of the way the dog had looked at him last night but also different. This time, he didn’t get the feeling that the dog disliked him so much as it actually liked him a little too much. Sure enough, when he looked down between Cody’s legs, he saw that giant, throbbing, blood-red organ thrusting luridly outward.

Cody was aroused!

“No!” Sullivan cried weakly, trying to get away. “No! Please go!”

Thankfully, at the last moment, Cody stopped advancing. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he turned tail and ran away as if his hair was on fire.

Sullivan gratefully sagged against the tree, wiping his brow. He was burning up! His entire body felt inflamed and his skin was exquisitely sensitive. He flinched when he felt his ass lips swelling inside the deep cleft of his buttocks. The strangely odiferous musk continued to leech out of his butthole, coating his furry thighs. Soon, his buttocks and legs were slathered with the stuff. Sullivan looked down at himself in complete confusion. Nothing like this had ever happened before!

At that moment, he looked up and saw Nash.

The boy was naked and totally erect, his giant penis thrust upwards and his droopy foreskin retracting to reveal his moist, succulent cockhead. His eyes burned with a fever, a fever that Sullivan was very familiar with because it was the same fever that burned inside him.

CLAP!

Their bodies came together and Nash ripped his clothes off.

It happened so fast that it left Sullivan’s head spinning. One moment, they were staring at each other, lust burning in their eyes, and the next Nash had him by the hips and was bending him over and inserting his molten hot rod between Sullivan’s eager, oozing ass lips.

It didn’t even hurt.

Fuck, hurt? Quite the opposite! It felt like being pierced by a throbbing poker that set his entire body ablaze with desire. He had to have Nash inside him as far and as deep as possible. In fact, he wanted Nash to consume him, to completely and utterly destroy him and his hole. Only total annihilation would satisfy this bottomless need that was eating him alive.

Nash grabbed him and ravaged him, savaged him and tore him apart. Somehow, though, he managed to rein in his worst tendencies. He instinctively knew how to take Sullivan to the fraught edge between pleasure and torture without ever tilting too far towards excruciating pain. 

After a while, because Sullivan was a virgin and his ass was incredibly sensitive, Nash’s thrusts started to hurt. Sadly, no matter how much Nash restrained himself, Sullivan still experienced some pain because this was his first time taking a cock of such girth and length. But he was so aroused, so hungry, so overwhelmed that the pain twisted itself into a perverse and incandescent ecstasy. He felt his hole widening to a permanent gape, felt his sinews stretching and snapping, felt his pucker destroyed, leaving him with a long, vertical slit in its place…and he fucking loved it!

He orgasmed and so did Nash. Then they did it again. And again. And again and again and again. Only after a dozen times did they tire. Nash sat heavily backward, pulling Sullivan down with him onto his lap. His inhumanly long and thick cock was still wedged deep inside him and was still very hard. It felt wonderful!

Nash cradled him in his arms, licking the sweat trickling down his neck. “So much for waiting, huh?” He chuckled. “I shoulda known you’d go into season real quick after tastin’ my musk. I’m stupid for not warnin’ ya. I’m sorry!”

Sullivan was gasping for breath. Finally, he managed to sputter, “Wh-Why? This is amazing! I love it!”

“Ha! You might not love it so much tomorrow.” Nash patted Sullivan’s big, soft buttocks appreciatively. They were still swollen and round, maybe even more swollen than before. “You, um, might not be able to fit back in yer shorts, dude.” He looked down at himself, taking note of his own lack of clothing. “We might have to walk back to the cabin like this.”

Sullivan barely heard him. He was too busy clenching his ass lips around Nash’s masterful organ, coaxing the boy to fuck him silly again.

***

Chapter 8

“Earth to Sullivan. Hello, Sullivan?”

He looked up from staring into his coffee to find Brady standing before him, butt-naked. His big bro reached down and scratched his balls thoughtfully as he studied him. Sullivan winced, repositioning his butt on the chair. His asshole was sore from being fucked and his buttocks were swollen from being in heat. He could barely squeeze into his loosest pair of sweatpants!

“He fucked you, didn’t he?” When Sullivan flinched, Brady slapped his knee. “That little fucker! I can’t believe he finally did it! Who woulda thought that it would take a horny surfer dude to finally turn our precious little Percy into a flaming faggot?!”

“Shut up.” Sullivan went back to staring into his coffee or at least tried to. 

Brady wasn’t about to let him off so easily and sat down beside him, looking him up and down. “Yer diff’rent,” he observed. “Sumthin’s changed ‘bout you.” He thought for a moment, nostrils flaring as he tested the air with his nose. Sullivan’s cheeks turned red beneath his beard. He fully expected Brady to comment on the potent aroma emanating from his butthole but he didn’t. “I can’t quite put my finger on it but it’s more than juss you havin’ yer big ol’ gay cherry popped. That boy did something to you. Something strange.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He got up to stalk away but lost his balance when his big, soft booty swung crazily off to the side and he had to windmill his arms to stay on his feet. 

Brady’s bushy eyebrows went up as he took in the sight of those incredibly rotund, incredibly inflated cakes. “Hole-y shit, bro! Look at yer big ol’ girly butt! You look like fuckin’ Kim Kardashian on ‘roids!”

“Shut up.” 

Sullivan wobbled into the bathroom, his immense backside sloshing back and forth behind him. When he emerged again after showering, he was wearing only a towel around his waist because he couldn’t squeeze into his sweatpants again. He stopped, bewildered, when he heard audible clap-clap-clap-clap following along behind him. It took him a while to figure out what it was: His butt cheeks were clapping together with each step! How fucking embarrassing!

Nash was right. Now that he understood the ramifications of having a much bigger ass, it was far less appealing.

“What happened to yer body hair, bro?” Brady asked, staring at his naked torso and bare legs beneath the towel. “Did you shave?”

“Of course, I didn’t sh–What the fuck?!”

Sullivan looked down at himself in shock. All of his body hair was gone! He raced into the bathroom, his bootycheeks applauding noisily behind him, only to discover the shower drain was clogged with wads of dirty brown hair.

It was his body hair! It had washed off in the shower!

Brady followed him into the bathroom, staring down at the plethora of soggy hair. Slowly, he lifted his head and gazed at Sullivan’s body, his eyes going round as he did so.

“What?!” Sullivan demanded, trying to resist the urge to cover himself. 

“You got tits, bro,” his friend breathed. “Serious tits!”

“I do not!”

Oh, yes, he did.

Well, not tits exactly. It was almost worse. His nipples had swelled but remained pointy. They depended from his pecs, jiggling slightly with each movement. Pert, perky and nubile, they were delicately pink and very noticeable now that his chest was completely smooth. He stared down at them, outh falling open. They were completely indecent!

“Yer gonna need a trainin’ bra, dude, if ya wanna go out in public,” Brady observed, transfixed.

“Shut the fuck up!”

Brady shook his head and then, before Sullivan could stop him, his hand shot out and he ripped the towel off of him. Sullivan tried to clap his hands over himself but Brady stopped him. They both looked down at Sullivan’s privates. It was easy to see them because most of his pubic hair had disappeared, only a little tuft of it clung over the base of his cock.

Staring intently at his gonads, Brady demanded, “Is it cold in here or is yer dick smaller?” Sullivan gritted his teeth as Brady reached down and took his dick in his hand, squeezing it. “It’s like half its normal size! And yer balls have shrunk, too!” He dropped the dick and looked up at Sullivan, his eyes round. “What in the goddamned fuck did that boy do to you, Sully?”

***

A half hour later, Nash sat with his arms crossed at the kitchen table, eyes downcast.

“Out with it,” Brady ordered. “Tell us the truth about what you are.” Beside him, Sullivan was trying hard not to jump Nash’s bones. Despite his inner turmoil over the bizarre changes happening to his body, he was hornier than fuck for the hot, young stud.

Nash looked from Brady to Sullivan. When he saw the urgent need written across Sullivan’s face, he smiled and extended his big hand, folding Sullivan’s fingers in his own. He squeezed.

“It’s not my fault,” he stated, his voice deep and resonant. It sent chills down Sullivan’s spine. “I didn’t know until it was too late.”

“Didn’t know what?” Brady leaned forward, eyebrows drawn together.

“That he was one of us,” Nash said, squeezing Sullivan’s hand again. “Sometimes, I dunno, sometimes it stays latent until the right one comes along. Sullivan and me’re, I dunno, like juss super compatible. There’re so few of us anymore that it’s real rare.”

“What’s rare?” Brady demanded, slapping his hand down on the table and making Sullivan jump.

Nash looked up at him, “It’s not for you to know. This is between Sullivan an’ me.”

Sullivan fully expected Brady to keep pushing but surprisingly his friend leaned back in his chair and sighed, “Fair enough. What can you tell me?” He gestured to Sullivan’s changing body. “Will he go back to the way he was before…you know what?”

“Yes and no,” Nash revealed. “His, um, big booty will shrink back to its original size once he’s no longer in heat and his tits’ll get a bit smaller. His body hair is history, though. And so is his…” His voice trailed off without finishing.

“What? Tell me!”

“No,” Nash said simply. Standing up, he extended his hand to Sullivan, “C’mon, Babe. Let’s go.”

Sullivan stood unsteadily, his butt cheeks flapping heavily behind him, and allowed Nash to lead him out of the cabin. He cast one last look behind him at Brady and shrugged helplessly. By this point, he lacked the ability to say no to anything Nash asked of him.

***

“You’re so beautiful,” Nash purred, nuzzling his ear. “More beautiful than I ever imagined. I am so lucky!”

He had removed most of Sullivan’s clothing and positioned him on his lap. His penis was pulsing and alive, pressing insistently against Sullivan’s inflamed asshole. Nash didn’t seem to be anxious to fuck it again, though, and was content merely to hold Sullivan to him.

“What am I?” Sullivan finally managed to ask, voice husky in the back of his throat.

“Something wonderful,” Nash murmured.

“What do you mean?”

Nash moved his hand downward, inching Sullivan’s shorts off of his hips. Brady had let him borrow a pair of his shorts since Sullivan could no longer squeeze into his own. The shorts were tight but Nash finally succeeded in working them down his thickened thighs. He took Sullivan’s penis between his thumb and forefinger and stroked it up and down. Sullivan threw back his head and moaned.

“I wasn’t lyin’,” Nash breathed, stroking him up and down, up and down.

Sullivan was panting. “About what?”

Nash smiled, his lips curling against the back of his neck. “When we first met and I was comin’ onto ya. Remember I tole ya that, unless you had a pussy between yer legs, I wasn’t interested?”

“How could I forget?”

“Ha!” Nash kissed his neck. “Well, that’s the truth. Look.”

Sullivan looked down at himself and gasped. His penis had shrunk down to nearly nothing, almost getting lost in the soft, moist, fleshy folds of skin that had swelled up around it, swallowing it and his testicles. In fact, he couldn’t even see his testicles at all any more. They had been completely absorbed into his body!

Nash continued stroking his ‘penis’ with a forefinger, lifting his other hand to gently pinch one of Sullivan’s nipples. Sullivan braced, sighing heavily. His nipples were so tender and sensitive!

“I like anal,” Nash continued, slowly but surely titillating him, arousing him, working him up. “But I REALLY love pussy.” His finger slipped down off the head of Sullivan’s buried ‘cock’. Sullivan arched his back and gasped when the boy inserted a fingertip into the dewy, pink folds of those soft, floppy lips between his thighs. Nash chuckled, “You wanna find out what it’s like to be bred?”

“Yessss!” Sullivan writhed on Nash’s lap, driven insane by the boy’s insistent ministrations. His entire body was on fire and the mysterious crease between his legs dripped gooey, succulent drops of honey. The air was suffused with his odor, his ripe scent. He was fertile. He was ready. 

He was now fully female below the navel.

Nash pushed him onto his back and fell on top of him, pinning his head between his hands. Sullivan stared up at him; Nash’s eyes were on fire with lust. There was something more, too. Sullivan blinked. Nash’s canine teeth were longer, pointier. The same was true of his ears. They stuck up through his thick, black hair, undeniably pointed. Nash’s gaze turned feral, dangerous.

Sullivan tensed but not from fear. No, it was desire that coursed through his body as he beheld his beloved. He lifted his lips and Nash growled, lowering his mouth to nibble his lower lip. Then he took Sullivan’s hand and guided it down to his crotch. Sullivan’s fingers spasmed when he touched that huge, hulking tool. It felt even bigger than before!

“You’re in charge, Babe,” Nash breathed, lowering his muzzle and kissing him. “Take your time. Invite me in.”

Sullivan’s hand was shaking as he stroked Nash’s foreskin back, urging him to lower himself down. Nash obliged and Sullivan moaned when his cockhead pressed into the soft folds that shouldn’t be there. He felt his newly-formed lips quiver and then there was an unfamiliar wetness. It trickled down his heavy thighs. 

Nash pushed inside.

Sullivan howled, a sound that contained both delight and anguish. He knew with finality that he’d just surrendered that last vestige of his old life and was now firmly and irrevocably Nash’s bitch. Nash’s cock pulsed, expanding even more, and he inched it inside. Sullivan arched his back and cried out as he felt the unfamiliar sensation of his crevice stretching. Nash slid in deeper. There was blood. His hymen broke.

And then Nash began undulating his hips. Sullivan screamed with wild joy, clutching handfuls of grass in his hands and rotating his hips upward to welcome that big, fierce cock inside him. It was obvious that Nash had a lot of experience with pussy because he drove Sullivan to the brink of insanity, teasing him to an untold number of orgasms and leaving him weak, pitiful and crying for more.

“This is it,” Nash panted as–at last!–he emptied his seed into him, flooding him with millions upon millions of eagerly swimming sperm. “This is the end. And the beginning. I have so much to teach you.”

***

Epilogue

After the wedding, Nash lay back on the bed of the hotel room, his tie loose and shirt unbuttoned, exposing the rugged ridges of his abs and his flawless, gorgeous skin. His hair was wild and tossed back over the top of his head. His mouth quirked and his eyes shone with pride as he followed Sullivan’s progress around the room.

Sullivan had removed his bra but still wore his panties. His big, swollen belly hung out before him, heavy and full with the twins. His due date was only a week away which had made planning for the wedding a bit difficult. Somehow, though, they’d done it and were now legally married, just in time for him to give birth.

“Come to bed, Babe,” Nash complained, his lower lips sticking out petulantly. “I wanna fuck my wife!”

Sullivan ignored him, cupping his nascent breasts in his hands and squeezing. “I think they’re getting bigger.” He dropped them and turned toward his new husband. “Do you think they’re bigger?”

“Well, you’re gonna be breastfeeding those lil’ pups soon,” Nash drawled, propping his head between his big hands. “They’d better be gettin’ bigger!”

“I guess you’re right.” Sullivan couldn’t stop staring at those swelling mammaries. “I’m still not used to having them.”

Nash snorted, “Will you ever be? C’mon, bro! You lived your first thirty years as a guy and you’ve only had nine months to get used to being trans. Give yerself a break!”

“I think I like it, though,” Sullivan continued as if he hadn’t heard. “It feels right.”

“Amen! Now would you please get yer big, fat ass over here so I can fuck it?”

Sullivan finally relented, waddling uncomfortably over to Nash and allowing his studly husband to take him in his arms. It had been a dizzying nine months and not only because of the pregnancy. He and Nash had moved in together and he’d started a new job, teaching high school mathematics while his belly grew progressively rounder and fuller with the babies. 

He’d been so worried that his students, the other teachers and the administrators would freak out when they realized the truth about him but, to his surprise, everyone had been supportive. Even his family came around after the initial shock. In fact, everyone in his life had been great. He had Brady and Nash to thank for that. Between the two of them, they had done everything in their power to smooth his transition to, well, being trans.

Nash was getting frisky, his hands roving over Sullivan’s body. “Be careful,” he warned when the boy grew too aggressive. “Don’t hurt the babies!”

“Pffft, they’re fine.” Nash nibbled his back. In the last few seconds, his teeth had grown longer and his features were becoming steadily more canine. Fur was sprouting on his shoulders and the tips of his ears were becoming sharper. 

Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and he flipped Sullivan over onto his hands and knees on the bed, taking up position behind him. As Sullivan waited, ass leaking and full belly sloshing back and forth over the mattress, the big stud draped himself over his back and asked,

“Can we do it doggie style?”

***