Horny Dog Robert
Chapter one
He stood at the edge of the bed, dressed in his usual attire. Jeans and a loose shirt, his hair was pretty messy and getting into his eyes. Lifting both arms his shirt rose a little to reveal a little of his hard abs, Bobby shivered as his friend lifted the edges over his hand than letting it slid off his arms to the floor. His muscle was well firmed, from the sports and work outs. Bobby wanted to reach out and allow his fingers travel about this body, to feel the dark skin.
But he knew he couldn't, not now or ever.
His hands was over his fly, thumbs and fingers were working the button. Bobby would see his waistband, the zipper slowly was drag down. Shimmering his hips the pants fell to the floor, leaving his boxers in between Bobby and Joseph's loins. Bobby could tell that there was an erection, it was pretty obvious here.
The boxers slid down, leaving the Native American boy standing there exposed and waiting. Placing one knee onto the bed, Bobby snuggled into the bed a little before Joseph placed his other knee onto the bed. Scotching forward until he was over Bobby's nether regions, Joseph hand placed firmly on the base of his penis and slid forward than back. Picking up the rythem, Bobby closed his eyes before feeling a stream of wetness against his skin he open them to find himself alone in the dark room.He hated living with these fantasies, but with how his life is and his body it will ways be just fantasies.
Wiping on the cum onto the blanket, he slid his pants back up and went to sleep as in the morning and all day tomorrow he has to a "grill expo" that's being held at Strickland propane.
What fun, he thought. There's going to be nothing exciting tomorrow.
"Okay, let me set some ground rules." Hank Hill said, "no bothering costumers, trying new material on anyone, we're trying to run a business here and no going out back to play with that rodent." It's bad enough I think you're not right, he thought bitterly while pulling into the parking lot. Team Strickland was already setting up the grills and banners for this expo, he was there to make sure it all ran smoothly and cook the food. Bobby sighed as he climbed out of the truck, if it weren't for the free food he would have pulled out something "not right" to get out of this.
Time slowly passed, Bobby wonder all over the place just sitting and pretending to have a crowd listening to him once in a while. Looking around he slowly slipped away from the crowd, wondering through the show room and into the break room. This is the area that he loved to be when he was here, there was snacks and quiet from the constant jabber of Propane this and propane that.
He settle back into his usual chair, wishing he had brought his gameboy Bobby settled in for a session of fantasy when he noticed something. An off smell, a really gentle but offensive one.
Getting up he followed it around the room, it lead him through the halls and rooms into the back area where it was strongest. As well as a hissing he was told was bad, it was all over the storage room.
Oh gods! Bobby thought.
Bill smiled secretly as half of Strickland went up and caused panic among the happy people. For many long years he had endured the suffering, his wife leaving him while he got a goddess, a son when he couldn't even get near his wife, a high paying job while he barely could eek out a living.
He walked away, mentally laughing about his little "plan", a power cord that has been cut and several tanks of propane isn't much but it was working here.
Now let's see Mr. Sunshine get through this.
Yeah, not much of a "logical plot" but this is a fuck fic. It's only good for a quick arousal, a good laugh or a real MST (if you any but Mike Nelson and his Bots MST this than BITE ME!)