"Woohoo!" I rejoiced out loud once I was in my car with the door shut. I felt incredible. The exhilaration of an awesome job change and the promise of freedom for total sexual exploration by day coursed through me. I liked my new employer and his cock felt magnificent in my mouth and ass. "I am now officially a slut-in-training," I said out loud again, "and I'm rock hard with man cum dripping out of my freshly fucked ass hole. Yeah! Hell yeah!" I exclaimed over and over.
I smiled and remained hard all the way home. Life was good.
After I got home, I fed my dogs and took a shower. Sweat and man cum clung to my body and I wanted to be clean for Master to soil me all over again. As I finished up in the shower, the phone rang.
Dripping wet, I raced to press the speaker button and said "hello?"
"Hi honey!" said my wife.
"How are you Donna?"
"Honey, I'm fine. We're doing really well. We have sold more than anticipated and more buyers are expected so the company is extending our trip."
I pause as the water dripping off my legs forms a puddle at my feet.
"Are you mad?" she asks.
"I miss you Donna," I say.
"I miss you too. It will only be a few more days. Do you mind?"
"I guess not." In reality the elation of my extended freedom is sinking in and I'm finding it incredibly difficult to maintain my façade.
"Thank you Bob; how are the dogs?"
"They're fine. They follow me everywhere." I said.
I could hear a man's commanding voice in the background and Donna giggled slightly before saying "Honey I have to go, my boss is hungry and cranky."
After the call ended I wondered if Donna was having an affair with her boss. This extended trip was so out of the blue and yet if true, if she was having an affair then the extension was good for both of us. I let go of my towel and called my Master with the good news.
"Well in that case boy, I think you should tell the sitter to take care of your dogs through the week and then plan on staying with me."
The elation I felt inside came bursting out with my response. "Hell yeah, thank you sir!"
"Who is your pet sitter?
"Forever Green" I say with uncertainty in my voice.
"That sounds like a landscape company."
"Yeah, his moniker is 'we walk your dogs so your lawn stays forever green."
I feel stupid for saying that and Master Mike says "I know the owner. Kevin Sojo. He's a queen, did you know that?"
"I figured. He acts fem, but my dogs like him and he's trust worthy."
"Yes he is. I know him intimately. He used to be a prominent banker, married and with children. He's a very nice bottom boy, an excellent cock sucker. His butt is cherry for fucking."
I pause and wonder why I'm hearing this about my pet sitter. I know him as dependable and not sure I want to know anything more than that.
"Is he doing the overnight service?"
"Yes. I like it that way. Someone is here watching the dogs and my house."
"Very well then, pack your tooth brush and wear your rain coat. Once you're here you're to strip and be nude your entire stay."
"Sir, I'm nude right now and my cock is rock hard."
"Keep your hands off that cock boy. In time you will be rewarded." Then he hung up.
"So Kevin Sojo really is gay." I say to myself. I laugh at the thought. I feel like calling Donna and telling her. We've had so many talks about whether he is or isn't. But then, how would I be able to explain how I found out? I can't. So instead I wipe up the water pooled on the floor and then head off to the bathroom.
About 20 minutes later I'm wearing shorts, my deck shoes and a light beige tee shirt with a trout image over the left breast. It's one of my favorite shirts because I think I look good in it and it just feels soft against my skin.
There are two cars in my driveway. I recognize both but am dumbfounded over why my Master is here. I feel panic rise in my throat and flash about my forehead while trying to figure out how to handle this.
The backdoor unlocks. It's Kevin and Mike follows him inside. "Hello Bob" they say practically in unison although it's my Master's voice that captivates me. I can feel his effect most significantly in my cock. I walk into the breakfast room and greet them both by extending my right hand for a shake.
"I'm sorry Mr. Wilson, I don't normally bring guests to client's homes; but Mike is a very dear friend who says he knows you."
I see the uncertainty on his face and feel compelled to assure him I'm not mad. I'm not panicky either. It's my house and I'm simply greeting them. My dogs bark in the background. They are in their kennels but know someone has entered the house.
"Oh, my babies are calling," says Kevin.
I look at Mike and his eyes are rolling up into his head.
"Excuse me," says Kevin. "Let me go tend to them. Have they eaten dinner?"
"Yeah, I fed them already. Would you take them for a walk?"
"How long ago did they eat?"
"About 30 minutes."
