He says, “Go on then. You’re a Sutton Green boy. Suck my cock!”I get down on my knees and I suck the horny scally’s cock in the bus shelter. D...esn’t take long before the dirty bastard starts pre-cumming in my mouth. Can taste it and it tastes well nice. He holds on to the back of my head while I suck his dick and he’s going, “Oh yeah! Suck it! Suck my cock, you fucking queer cunt!”I’m giving him what he fantasises about. That’s why he scrawled that graffiti on the bus shelter. He wants us. We hooked up a couple of weeks later, he was still trying to persuade Fiona that fucking another guy was a sensible move for them as a couple. He was definitely interested in just watching, we had exchanged enough e-mails to make me aware of what he wanted. What Fiona wanted out of the evening was a secret, probably even to him. The long and the short of it was that we met one Friday night at the airport hotel for the West Midlands. We had sort of decided between us two blokes that it was just. I now managed to crawl up the bench and roll off the end and free the chain and remove it. I also removed the collar. I suddenly felt very alone not having the connection. I went over to his cage and removed his collar and gave him a hug to let him know he hadn’t done anything wrong. I took the pair of them back to their kennels and locked them up for he night. Then I went and showered had some food and started browsing some more dog porn for inspiration. After a few beers I had an early night.. How would he react? By now he would be paying close attention to every single movement. He would likely begin to wonder if he should politely move my hand, because clearly I must be unaware of what I'm doing. Or should he wait it out because there's no harm being done and he doesn’t want to wake me. My guess is on the latter. A few more bumps and my fingers would make it to within inches of his cock. I'd probably close my eyes at this point and play up the sleeping thing, leaving my hand.