Catch 22, Scene 3
Starring Eddy CeeTee and Hugh Hunter
I don’t know what came over me last night. I met this muscle bear at a photography show in the afternoon. We hit it off, went out to dinner and ended up back at his place.
He had a hot tub out on his deck, which is where we got naked with a couple of drinks. We soaked and laughed and sipped and kissed. It was really fun, considering how much I typically dislike hot tubs. How could I not like this?
Suddenly we’re making out, spilling bourbon into chest hair, pawing at wet, chlorinated muscles. He leads me out of the water, bends over the edge of the tub and demands that I fuck him. Again, how could I not like this??
He spreads his furry muscle butt, and I slide inside him. All the way. This guy is a pro. He calls me “Daddy” and tells me to fuck him…hard. I start banging deep inside him, and he keeps telling me to fuck him harder. It’s like I’ve got ‘roid rage, I’m fucking this guy so hard.
We’re on the hot tub, on the patio furniture, against the wall and even down in the back yard, fucking like animals. Did I mention he has a chocolate Lab? And that’s where it went wrong.
No, the dog didn’t get involved. Not in person anyway. You know that smell when you’re fucking a guy that let’s you know he wasn’t quite “ready” for you? Kiiiinda like that. We had rolled in dog shit.
That’s what happens when you’re gone all day, and doggie uses the doggie door to go outside and relieve himself. You’re not there to clean up the yard before bringing home a surprise trick (that would be me) and having him fuck you all over the place. Literally.
We had a good laugh and a thorough outdoor shower before kissing goodnight and me heading home. I’ll have to check out the master bedroom another time…
