My neighbor knew I really needed some income and he knew I was good with dogs, so he recommended me when a new guy at work mentioned he needed someone to walk his dog every afternoon and sit with it on weekends.
I opened the door the next afternoon to find a beautiful boxer named Buster sitting there at the heels of an equally striking man with a salt and pepper beard. He smiled at me and introduced himself as Dillon and asked to come inside. He said he always checks out the homes of his dog-sitters.
He sat at the couch, Buster at his heels, and I went for coffee and to find some kind of snack for Buster. "Nothing for the dog, now," he said, "he gets treats for performance."
I told Dillon what a beautiful dog Buster was, and was happy to see him so well-behaved. Dillon warned me that he was hard to control when on a walk in sight of other dogs. Then we talked about what Dillon expected of us, and offered his home for me to house sit when sitting with Buster. Once all the details were worked out and I had a key, Dillon left me with Buster.
We spent the weekend together, Buster and I. We learned how to handle each other, how to give each other space, etc. Buster had a little cage next to Dillon's bed where he was to sleep. Both nights, though, he would whine until I went into the bedroom and laid down next to him on the floor. Apparently he had never had to sleep alone before. I didn't mind too much. My ex used to make me sleep on the floor often. Said it was good for my ego. I got used to it.
So I was kind of surprised and embarrassed when Dillon woke us up the second night. I had been asleep about two hours when he came in. I stammered a little about Buster and not wanting to be alone, and he just said "No one likes to sleep alone, right?" He apologized for coming home early without warning me and insisted I stay the rest of the night. I started down the hall to the guest room and he asked where I was going. "You can sleep here next to Buster if you want. He has really taken to you, I can tell."
I had been wondering what Dillon would look like naked, and I thought this might be a good opportunity to find out. "Go ahead and get comfortable," he said "I don't have to go in early tomorrow, maybe we can have breakfast on the deck." And with that he stripped almost in one motion. As I was pulling my briefs off and reaching for my blanket, he turned to face me and said "Till tomorrow, then." I was kind of shocked to see almost no cock at all above a beautiful set of swinging balls.
I remember as I was falling asleep that I didn't have to worry about getting raped, anyway. Although with that face, it was a shame he didn't have much of a cock.
