I had never not been in the bungalow when he came for me. No idea what would happen if I wasn't. On the other hand, he had never threatened me. So ma...be it was not a big deal.My heart sank as I came nearer and saw him leaning against the wall. Still panting, my body sweaty and covered in shed dog hairs I reached him, muttered a breathless “Sorry, Sir”.My owner nodded curtly, opened the door for me.“You've been playing with the dogs.” It wasn't a question. “Yes, Sir,” I replied and walked over. Let's ban them." Right, Chris, you're not allowed to go to any dances anymore." What?" Chris was outraged. "You can't blame the dance, it would've happened any..." He tailed off. His parents had dissolved into peals of laughter."Ha Ha," he said, when they finally stopped laughing.They grinned at him.His dad said, "Chris, you've come such a long way since the beginning of this year. Do you remember watching Missing Persons, and how you used to think about running away?"Chris looked at them in. All over my hand and all over his belly. I carried on stroking his cock, milking it dry.There was my hand, fingers wrapped around his cock head, covered with hot cum. Glorious creamy cum.“That was awesome!”“I thought so too,” I chuckled.I let go of his now shrunken cock. My hand and fingers were full of jizz. He reached behind him to the back seat and grabbed a box of Kleenex. We used the tissues to clean my hand and his belly and groin.“Phew, that was something, I never would have guessed I’d. The result was as expected, a temporary softening of his cock, still aroused, but not anywhere near ejaculation. I pulled on an exam glove and lubed the forefinger and middle finger of my right hand. Using the same procedure as the doctor, I quickly jammed my middle finger all the way into his anus. He reacted as I always do: a clenching of the anal sphincter and a jolt of intense feeling deep inside. I could feel the reaction as well as hear the moan of pleasure which we men never utter in.