I loved hearing him use his voice to tell me that. I patted his chest and went back to rubbing gently on him until I fell asleep.
* * *
The next daywas unusually overcast, and Dusty sat by the patio door and kept looking outside, as if he were waiting for the weather to change. I sat on the couch with my laptop and worked a little on a new piece of software that I was designing. My eyes gazed upon his body every few minutes it seemed. Today he was completely naked with his black and blue tail in. Each time I looked up, I could see his ball sack resting on the floor and his tail moving side to side.
Dusty hadn’t moved much in an hour, so I set the laptop to the side and called him over. I didn’t want him to sit in the ready position like that for very long. I worried about his knees. It didn’t matter if he was kneeling on the softest and fluffiest beds. The physical position of his legs curled under him put stress on his knees.
“Dusty boy,” I called over to him.
He instantly turned his head to look at me and then turned the rest of his body. Dusty wore the canine knot sheath today, and fuck, it made me feel all sorts of dirty. I patted the large chaise portion of the sectional. He cocked his head to the side as he checked to see if it was truly an invitation. As he came over to me, I could see the stiffness in his legs.
"Yes, boy. Come here.”
He climbed up on the chaise and looked at me. I tried hard not to stare at that sheathed cock.
“Dusty, from now on, you’re able to get up on the furniture whenever you’d like.” He cocked his head to the other side. “Yes, anytime you’d like. I don’t want you to get stiff and sore.”
It was a slip of the tongue that Dusty capitalized on and made me hard. He smiled and then grabbed his dick when I mentioned that I didn’t want him to get stiff.
“No.” I laughed and reached over to tug on his cock. “I always welcome this to be hard, Dusty.”
His smile broadened as he pushed his hips forward so his dick would press further into my hand. I stroked him for a few minutes and listened to him whine and moan in pleasure.
“What were you looking at outside?” I asked him. “Speak, Dusty.” Whenever I told him to speak, he knew that I expected him to use his human voice and reply.
“It’s cloudy and not as hot outside. Can I go outside to my pool?” he asked.
Always wants to be outside. Such an adorable pup.
“Of course. Let’s go outside for the afternoon. But if it rains, we need to come inside. Do you want to sit in your pool naked, or would you like to put one of your jockstraps on?”
I was praying for the naked response because I had yet to see him playing in his splash pool with that large cock bobbing around. The mental image of it was making me so hard.
“Naked,” he replied.
“Good boy. Wait by the door, and I’ll go change.”
I hurried to my room, pulled off my clothes, and put on some swim trunks. I hadn’t planned on getting in the pool with him; however, from time to time I’d sit on the side and put my feet in. I grabbed two clean towels from the linen cabinet before heading back to the great room.
I had an in-ground pup pool for him. It was only about two feet deep at the deepest point, so both of us could sit and relax in it. At the shallow end there was enough room for a few lounge chairs, so I could sit on one and not get wet or dangle my feet in the water. I’d received so many wonderful blowjobs from him while sitting on one of the lounge chairs or on the side of the pool. The pool was made with him in mind, though. Instead of a concrete foundation, it was a soft material for his knees.
I flung the towels over my shoulder as I walked into the room. I picked up my cell phone and grabbed a few bottles of water for us from the fridge before I headed to the patio door. Dusty paced along the length of the sliding door, eager to get outside.
“Wait, boy. We need to take your gear off,” I reminded him.
I set the things in my hands on the couch and removed all of his pup gear with the exception of the sheath and tail. The other gear all had some leather on it and wouldn’t do well in the water. I set all of his gear on the chaise, gathered our water, towels, and my phone, and opened the patio door.
“Before you get in the pool, go pee. I don’t want you peeing in the pool, Dusty boy,” I warned.
Though it was overcast, it was still hot as fuck outside. Dusty took off for his tree and reached it by the time I arrived at the pool. I set the towels on the deck and put the bottles of water and my phone on it all while paying attention to Dusty. I loved watching him move while he wore the knot sheath. My cock strained against the mesh inside my swim trunks as Dusty did his ass wiggle and hip shake to get the drips off.
I kept my eyes on Dusty as he floated around in the pool. Occasionally he would tug on his nuts or adjust that heavy, sheathed knotty cock. I chuckled at the play on words in my mind.Mmm, no fucking shit it was naughty. A naughty knot.
I dragged my eyes away from him for a moment while I reached for my ringing cell phone. Looking at the display, I saw that it was Ted from The Pound. I frowned as I accepted the call. It wasn’t uncommon for him to call, but he always had a purpose.
“Hi, Ted,” I greeted him. My eyes fell back upon Dusty as he power pushed off one side of the pool with his legs to get to the other side.
“Gabe, thank you for taking my call. I hope I didn’t intrude on your day.”
