“Hey, come on,” I said, and he followed me to my room. The tip, meanwhile, was hosing my far inner regions. The arm on the wall kept me upright, but I felt on the verge of collapsing. The little bastard pulled back and aimed higher, nailing my well-licked ass dead center on the next stroke. From my imaginary viewpoint beneath us, I would have just seen the curvature of his knot appearing, then disappearing again. I often give his coat a brushing when we’re seated like this, so it’s a familiar position for both of us. Lad tottered off to start cleaning himself up — he’s never been one to spend time cleaning me up, afterward — while I brought my carefully cupped hand up to my mouth and drank. I like helping him out with that. I felt a brief but eye-popping sense of widening, and out he went: knot, shaft, and tip, with a slurpy-suctiony sound and a fountain of dog cum that sprayed my upturned calves. I stroked him very gently a few more times. I felt a brief but eye-popping sense of widening, and
