It was a hot summer day, the kind that makes everything seem hostile and intoxicating. The sun poured over the town and crushed it under its humid fist. I was doing my paper route, the rough green bag bouncing on my hip, the sweat dripping down my back and tantalizing my ass cheeks. I was just beginning to wonder if it was possible to lose so much sweat that the body just turned into powder and blew away in one of the infrequent breezes when I came to the Thompson's house. I was about to knock on the door to collect my weekly payment when I noticed a note taped to the mailbox.
Tipper is in the basement.
We'll catch up on the paper payments when we get back, plus a little extra for your troubles. My mind reeled. Tipper was a beautiful male Doberman, sleek, muscular, friendly, and queerer than a shooting star at noon. We'd struck up a relationship long before this, but because the only place I usually got to see him was in his front yard, I'd never been able to do anything with him except cop a lightning- quick feel as I stood up, or jack his cock a few times while pretending to scratch his belly. Needless to say, these experiences had hardly satisfied either of us, and now we could be alone indoors together for the first time.