Puppy From Dirty Words

In celebration (wheee) of the re-release of my celebrated queer erotic collection, Dirty Words, by Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions), here's a tease of a story from the book...

PUPPY 

One morning Leo awoke to find a puppy asleep on his doorstep.

After stumbling into the warm and wiring embrace of his Peet's special Guatemalan blend (with aflash of milk and a spoon of raw sugar) and crawling into his work clothes, he'd noticed a sound somewhere between a keyhole saw and an electric drill counter-sinking wood screws. Poking his head out the window, Leo craned to try and find the source of the sound. It was then that he discovered the source of the lumberyard sound effects.

Leo didn't consider himself a pet person. Still, there was something special about the Puppy. For one thing, he seemed to emit a glow of pure, 100-watt, innocence: as if he were a crossbreed between a golden retriever and the archangel Gabriel. His hair was sunlight bright from the top of his head to the downy-looking patch between his legs. The rest of him was ass-smooth and white as fine china.

As Leo watched, the young pup stretched and yawned. Seeing him, the Puppy emitted the (well, yes, it was) cutest whine.

The Puppy thought: well, are you gonna let me in or not?

Naturally, it wasn't long before Leo had his front door open and the Puppy was inside. Scampering up to him, the Puppy gave Leo a huge hug and a sweet kiss on the cheek before playfully jumping and prancing around him – yipping, chirping and barking like Leo was the Master who'd come down from the Mount.

Leo, despite the rough-tough bear-image he liked to display, smiled his own sparkling and wide smile, letting loose a barrel-rolling laugh that seemed to start at his size twelves, rumble up past his furry legs, echo inside his massive and extraordinarily hairy chest and escape past his bearded face and mustached lips. How cute, he actually, incredibly found himself thinking: how fucking cute.

"There, boy," Leo found himself saying, rubbing the Puppy on the top of his blond head and scratching him behind his ears.

The Puppy responded with a round of fresh yips, yaps, and barks, and playfully butted Leo's overalls. Before he could stop him, the frisky beast had managed to bit and play at Leo's overall's so much, in fact, that they fell around his ankles.

"Hey," Leo said, making a clumsy play for his clothes, all the time thinking My, aren't you playful this morning? 

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