“You feel so good on my cock, Dusty boy,” Gabe hissed as he pushed himself inside.
I pushed back against him while he took hold of my hips. Water sloshed up and over the side of the tub as Gabe fucked me hard. I adjusted my grip on the towel that was on the bottom of the tub so I wouldn’t slip.
Gabe always tried to make sure that safety precautions were in place so I wouldn’t slip in the tub. We had tried some of those slip resistant pads that went on the bottom of the tub, but they ended up irritating my knees. Instead, Gabe got me one of those foam pads that people would use when they worked in a garden or did landscaping. It sure would be nice to have something surgically done to make my knees less irritated.
Depending upon cost, of course.
Gray wouldn’t go into the cost last night over the phone because he said he needed to look into a few things first. I expected that he’d be able to tell us more about the cost today. Though Gabe was sitting on piles of money, I didn’t want him to spend his money on me. He had said last night that he didn’t care and that he wanted this for us.
Us.
“Fuck, Dusty boy. Hold still, puppy!”
Gabe groaned as the ring of muscles around my ass began to clutch his cock. I smiled but remained still while Gabe blew his load in me. I always felt a sense of pride when Gabe would give me his cum. It meant that I was his puppy and worthy of receiving his seed. He always made me feel appreciated and loved afterward.
“I love you, Dusty. You’re such a good puppy to take my load,” he praised as he leaned down and kissed my back.
Gabe reached around my side until he found my hard-on. He wrapped his hand around it and began to jack me off.
“Good puppies get to come. And you most certainly are a very good puppy, Dusty boy.”
As his loving words warmed me, I moved my hips downward to push my aching cock into his firm fist. Gabe ran his forefinger under the head of my dick, which was like a button to instantly make me come. I whined and whimpered to let him know I wanted more. He obliged, sending me over the edge.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I shot my cum into the few bubbles that remained. Gabe pushed his finger inside my ass just beyond the entrance. He finger fucked me slowly, causing me to come hard and whimper loudly.
“Good, Dusty boy,” Gabe encouraged as he continued to stroke my shaft.
Gabe withdrew his finger once my balls were empty and patted my ass. We got out of the tub and he dried me off first and then had me sit on the soft rug until he finished getting dressed. From the comfort of the fluffy rug, I watched Gabe pull on his navy boxer briefs and then a pair of khaki linen pants. He put on a white Henley that was snug across his chest and biceps and then he stepped into a pair of brown deck shoes. He looked like he was ready for some posh party out by a pool at one of the resorts.
He helped me pick out what to wear for our meeting with Gray this afternoon. I settled on a pair of gray boxer trunks, a dark pair of jeans, a navy blue t-shirt, and a dark brown pair of laced boots.
“Does it feel weird to be in clothes?” Gabe asked as he wrapped his arms around my chest and stomach while I was finishing my hair.
“It kind of does, yes. I'm used to being naked and free around the house.”
“I love you being naked around the house, Dusty.” Gabe kissed my neck and slapped my ass.
“It feels really weird being without my tail,” I admitted as I followed him out of the bathroom.
Gabe stopped short and then put his hands on either side of the doorframe, preventing me from passing. He smiled at me and then leaned in to kiss me.
“While I hate it that you’re going without, I could stick a plug in you and make you go to the meeting like that. But I think I’m going to make you go without. I like knowing that little hole of yours will be aching and ready for me to fuck it once we get home,” he said under his breath and then kissed me again. “Come on, Dusty boy. Let’s go talk to Gray and see what our options are.”
I smiled and kissed Gabe back. He took hold of my hand, and I really liked how that felt. I rarely had the opportunity to hold his hand, but this was nice. It wasn’t just me who enjoyed it, though. Gabe held my hand the entire way to the restaurant where we were meeting Gray.
“Remember, this is only a meeting, Dusty. We’ll listen to Gray and discuss the options. Don’t be shy, though. I want you to speak up if you have any questions or ideas.”
“I will, don’t worry.”
Gabe parallel parked by a meter along Main Street and shut the car off. He reached over and playfully grabbed my crotch.
“Come on, Dusty boy. Let’s go talk to a man about getting you a knotty dick.”
I laughed and got out of the car. We walked a short distance to the hotel and casino where the restaurant was. As soon as I walked inside the old vintage casino, my nostrils were attacked by the thick cigarette smoke. Now, I was used to smelling cigarette smoke from when I worked on the south end of The Strip at the British Invasion show. The hotel was newer and had a much better ventilation system.
Gabe pointed overhead at the directional signs that guided us to the Lucky 7 restaurant. We were greeted by a hostess wearing all black with a sparkling number seven prominently covering most of her shirt.
“We’re meeting someone here. The name is Gray,” Gabe told the hostess.
