White mountain peaks soared above me as I stood and looked out on the world below.  The air was cold and crisp, a gentle wind ruffling my hair...  I laughed and jumped from rock to rock, running... flying... falling...falling!  The rock left my feet behind and I tumbled into open space, miles of cold unfeeling ground rushing up to- WHUMP.

	I groaned into the wood floor, rubbing my stinging side.

	"You know you're not supposed to be on the couch, pup." 

	I opened my eyes, and saw my master's sandals a few inches from my face.  I huffed into the floor, and rolled onto my back, looking up at him.

	He stood over me, tight body glistening damply in a Speedo, hair mussed up, a wet towel hanging around his shoulders.  He was cute, especially damp, and especially in that Speedo...  Almost six-foot even, short, unruly black hair, toned hairless abs, smooth complexion... perfect for a swim team.  Or a gay porno.  Both, probably.

	I focused on the bulge in his swimwear and licked my lips.

	He grinned.  "See something you like, pup?"  Hooking his thumbs into his Speedo, sliding it enticingly down his delicious hips, the V of his groin just barely visible, only to pull it back up again, teasing me. 

	I growled softly, then rolled over again, pulling myself into a sitting position, and I grabbed his swimsuit with my teeth, tugging it down.  I sat back and admired his wet – if cold - package.  Wispy black pubes matted down, leading to his smooth six-inch dick, small from the cool water but already swelling, and his tight balls.

	He laughed and stepped out of his Speedo, kicking it aside, and spread his legs a bit.  "Go on, pup.  I'm all yours."

	I barked, and jumped forward, licking at his cool damp balls, sucking one into my mouth as they warmed up.  I slurped up to his cock, saliva dripping onto the floor, until I reached his tip, then swirling my tongue over the end, licking up a beaded drop of precum.  I pulled away, and then came down on his cock, lapping at it from above, nibbling at his base, then soaking it with my tongue, and finally taking him into my mouth.

	He groaned appreciatively, putting a hand on my head and stroking my ear.

	I ran my tongue over him while my lips slowly sank onto him, making him shiver.  I teased the tip at the back of my mouth, my tongue flapping back and forth, up and down, teasing out more and more pre.  I pulled off him to the tip, my teeth just grazing it, and he gasped and shook as I stimulated his ridge.  I pulled off with a pop, met his eyes, then dove back onto him, lips riding him to the base.

	He gripped my head with both hands, knees shaking as I swallowed to my throat.  He guided my head, and I could tell he was fighting not to grab on and facefuck me, for which I was grateful.  Not that I would have minded, really.

	My tongue rolled around his cock as pre spilled down my throat.  I could taste him, sweet and salty, on the back of my tongue. 

	I felt his balls tense, and I bobbed my head faster, eager to taste his cum, my tongue flicking all over his cockhead.  The grip on my head grew tight, and he pulled me down his cock as he came, moaning loudly.  I swallowed fast, not wanting to waste it, trying to milk him of every drop.  He shook as he stopped cumming, and I licked him clean as he pulled out of my mouth, making sure to get any cum I'd left on him.  I rolled it around in my mouth, savoring the taste; sweet and salty and just a bit bitter and I loved it. 

	I swallowed the last of it and leaned against the couch as he lay down.
 
	He breathed slowly, deliberately, trying to slow his heart.  I watched him, licking at his sensitive cock, loving his gasps.  He finally pushed me away and turned over, glancing at the clock.

	"Hey, don't you have class at 3?"

	I stopped dead.  "Oh crap!"  I scrambled to my feet, running to pull my oversized sweater over my bare chest, grabbing for my notebook, and trying to put on a pair of gym shorts while hopping on one foot, all while unsuccessfully willing my erection away.  I almost fell over, trying to do to many things with too few limbs.

	My master/roommate laughed, then came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my chest.  I stopped, unable to do anything but melt into his touch.  He grabbed my shorts and pulled them onto me, over my tented paw-print panties, then turned me around and kissed me, handing me my notebook and his sandals.  "Get to class, pup; we'll be here when you get back."

	I flushed, slipped on his sandals, and dashed out the door.


	I think I’m really beginning to love this lifestyle.