Ian Tyler Erotica
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Lost Dog
🕑 Added 2024-05-04 19:45:30 +0000 UTCSaw this video on Tik Tok, and I knew that I had the perfect story to go with it. There was just the hint of a man being embarrassed in just his towel, but this story takes it a couple of steps further...
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The hot water cascade over my sore, aching muscles, and I just stood there, hands against the shower wall as the soap was washed down the drain. A post-gym shower was always nice, but I was over at my sister’s place for the week, and her shower was elevating the whole experience. She was out of the country for work, and she’d asked me to stay over and dog sit for her so that she wouldn’t have to take her dog to a kennel. That pampered princess wouldn’t even know what to do there, so I agreed easily. Not just for the fancy shower, but it helped.
I contemplated just staying in here until the water turned cold since I wasn’t the one paying the water bill, but I had to investigate whatever noise was coming from downstairs. Afraid that Zoe, the privileged little pug, had gotten out, I quickly turned off the shower and wrapped myself up with a towel, drying off as quickly as I could. The banging was getting louder now, and as I stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway, I saw the silhouette of someone standing in front of the frosted glass near the front door. I was hoping that they would think that no one was home, but they weren’t taking no for an answer.
Walking down the hallway, the squeaking floorboards alerted the knocker to stop, and I heard her voice now.
“I think your dog is outside?”
I was at the door now, calling for Zoe to hopefully prove her wrong and say that she was safe and sound, but that dog wasn’t appearing. Oh fuck, had I lost my sister’s dog?
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“Let me come and see, and sorry, I’m in a towel.”
I barely had time to process that last sentence before this god of a man opened Rachel’s front door. I didn’t think she was dating anyone, but after I got a good look at his face, after staring at his abs for just a second too long, I realized that this must be Trent, her brother.
“Hey, sorry for interrupting your shower, but is that your dog out in the yard?”
Zoe was usually wearing a bandana around her collar, and since she wasn’t wearing one today, I’d questioned at first whether this was Rachel’s dog. Now, I knew that it was, but I didn’t let onto that fact. I also didn’t let Trent know that I was aware of who he was. He had his right hand in a vice grip around the towel that was slung just a bit too low on his waist, and with his other hand, he was snapping for the dog who couldn’t care less about coming back inside.
He was blushing now as he realized that he’d have to step out of the doorway to come grab the dog, and I didn’t offer to do it for him. Leaving the door open behind him, he walked past me as I got a whiff of his soap, some woodsy smell with a faint hint of something floral beneath. His back was striated with muscle, and I watched him bend down slowly to grab the dog with both of his hands now. I quietly prayed that his towel would slip, but it seemed to be holding on unfortunately. Unless…
I couldn’t. This was my good friend’s brother, for crying out loud. We met when she’d moved into the neighborhood a few years ago, so I couldn’t. But then again, he didn’t even know who I was. I was just a random stranger who’d been on her afternoon stroll when I saw the dog in the front yard.
Stepping forward, I realized that it would only take one small little tug…
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What the fuck was I doing? This lady could have watched Zoe while I ran and grabbed a pair of shorts, but here I was, still wet and in just a towel, right off the busy street. The only upside was that I at least didn’t need to chase the dog- Zoe let me scoop her right up without even one of her yappy little barks. Standing back up, I felt accomplished, a strenuous gym workout followed by a heroic act, but that all unraveled when I felt the towel slipping off of my waist.
“Oh fuck!”
I tried to grab at it, but I’d either be dropping the dog or my towel in the process, and I went with the latter option as I spun around and held the wriggling ball of fur in front of my dick to block it from view. My mouth opened for some explanation, but there was nothing for me to say. She was still standing there almost as shocked as I was, and I just barged past her as I ran into the house, kicking the door closed behind me.
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I knew that Rachel would be pissed if she ever found out, but this video was for me and me alone. I couldn’t help wasting an opportunity like that.
As soon as Trent had bent over, I knew that I had to do it. Grabbing onto the edge of his towel, I held it in place as he stood up. With his hands full, he couldn’t even reach for it, and it fell as if in slow motion. His ass was just as impressive as I’d guessed, and he was frozen in shock which gave me enough time to step back and look innocently on with one hand over my face. The other held my phone against my chest as it videoed the entire encounter.
Him turning around with Zoe held in front of his crotch, him running past me that got me another breeze of that scent, and then him kicking the door closed with a shouted “I’m sorry!” over his shoulder. I could even hear him panting a bit right on the other side of that frosted glass before I walked away to finish my stroll.
I’d watch the video twice more before I got back to my house to watch it once more. Without the sun’s glare on my phone, I could now see that he hadn’t been too successful in placing Zooey over his dick- I could see it all above her white fur.
She might be my best friend, and brothers are normally off limits, but I knew that I’d be stopping by again tomorrow…
Comments
Joseph
Ah! I’d turn beet red.
