The lost pup part 1

 He was lost.  He wasn’t sure how he’d become lost, but he knew he didn’t know where he was, and he wasn’t sure where home was.  He was searching, the scents around him were not familiar, the noises unknown, the air didn’t smell right.  He was lost. He sat for a moment and looked around hoping to see something, someone familiar but there was nothing.  He had a bag with him, a backpack, checking that he found his pup mask – no, the thought, that’s not right it’s a hood, that was the right word -- he assumed it was his and with it, a tail, with some lube and a few jocks but nothing else.  He didn’t know what any of that meant.  He packed it all back into the bag, he didn’t know why he had these things, but he knew that if he had them, he had them for a reason. He felt his pockets and could not find a wallet or phone or anything, his pockets were empty. He stood up and slung the bag over his shoulder and as he did, he felt something bounce against his neck.  He reached up to feel it, but whatever it was, it was tight against his neck, there was not enough room to pull it out to see what it was.  He found a nearby stored and leaned into its window to see what he was wearing.  It appeared to be a pendant on a tight chain, a bone shaped tag with “Kay” written on it.  He was confused.

Suddenly he heard “Kay” being called from a nearby car, a red convertible.  The man calling out has a shaved head and thick mustache and is waving at him. He only knows the man is waving at him since he’s only just read the name “Kay” on his dog tag.  Slowly he walks over to the car and standing beside it and says “Hello.”

“Kay,” says the man, “I’ve been looking for you. I was supposed to pick you up at the station,” and he points back over his shoulder.

Kay looks that way, but nothing is familiar. “Do I know you?” he asks.

“Kay, It’s Mike. Are you alright?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just confused, I don’t know you, I don’t know me.  I don’t know where I am or what I’m doing here.  I don’t know where the “station” is and I .. I… I’m just so confused right now.” He collapses onto the car door, half sagging, half leaning onto it.

“Kay, get in, we’re taking you to the hospital. Something is wrong.” And when Kay makes no move to get in, Mike gets out of the car and comes around and pulls Kay into a hug. Kay is a couple of inches taller than Mike, but the fit is just right, and Mike holds him close.  After a moment, they separate and Mike opens the car door for Kay, who climbs in.  He sits in the passenger seat with the bag on his lap and he hugs his backpack like a teddy bear, his only anchor in a confusing world.

Mike takes Kay to the local emergency room, where after several tests, they determine that Kay has been in either an accident or is, perhaps, a victim of a crime. He shows signs of trauma but no serious injuries. They determine the memory loss and confusion are probably due to the large bruise and slight bump on his head. The doctor advises that the memory loss and confusion are likely temporary and recommends that Kay surround himself with familiar faces and familiar places and that should help his memory return, otherwise just give it time.

Mike, relieved, collects Kay and they return to his car.

“Kay, you were coming to stay with me for a few days anyway, so let’s go home and you can have a shower and we can get comfortable and see if anything comes back to you,” he offers.

Kay agrees and Mike takes him home.  It’s not a long drive.  They arrive at a lovely cottage, a small home with a front garden, which is well maintained. There is a large driveway that leads to a garage. Mike pulls in but parks in front of the garage, instead of going into it. For a moment Kay has a vision of Mike naked in the drive, he’s not sure where that came from, it’s just a quick flash – memory or fantasy, he asks himself?  He’s not comfortable enough to ask Mike if he gets naked in the driveway, so he lets it go and says nothing.

They enter the house, it’s neat, clean and decorated with a masculine flair – leather sofas, dark woods.  It looks very comfortable. Mike shows Kay around the house, a small compact kitchen, a dining room, and the large single bedroom. Opening the patio doors, Mike takes him out back to a lovely yard, with a deck and small pool. 

Taking Kay back inside, Mike grabs a white terry cloth robe, and some towels, and tells Kay to grab a shower but to leave his clothes outside the bathroom.

“I’ll wash what you’re wearing, at least you can put something clean and fresh on later.  Until then just make yourself comfortable.  I’ll put on a pot of coffee while you shower.  I know you like coffee from out coffee group.”

Kay has no idea what group Mike is referencing but as he says the words, Kay get’s another image of Mike’s naked body with a cup of coffee near his cock.  He wonders again if this is fantasy or a memory but has no clue. Taking the robe and the towels, Kay heads into bathroom and the waiting shower.  He’s brought his backpack with him as it’s his safety net and he’s not letting it go. As Mike asked, he folded his clothes and left on the floor outside the bathroom.

He takes a long hot shower and after drying wraps himself in the robe, which feels warm and soft against his skin.  He hangs the wet towels to dry and picking up his backpack gets ready to join Mike in the kitchen for coffee, which, actually, does sound good.

However, as he picks the bag up off the counter, the contents of the pack shift, and it makes him stop to wonder about what he’d found in there.  He sets the bag back down on the counter and opens it. Reaching in, he pulls out the hood, then the tail – a butt plug with a wobbly tail attached to it.  Next, he takes out the lube and finally the jock straps – there are three of them – Nasty Pig, Bike and Addicted.

He wonders: are these things really his? He drops the robe to the floor and taking the Nasty Pig jock, he steps into it and pulls it up to his waist, covering his cock and balls and letting the straps snap against his butt cheeks.  It fits like a glove.  He tries the other two on, they all fit well but he goes back to the Nasty Pig jock, blue and black in a leatherette material.  It feels familiar, almost like donning an old sweater or uniform.  Yes, he thinks to himself, more like a uniform.

Putting the other two jocks back in the bag, he next picks up the pup hood and looks at it.  He’s not even sure he knows how to put it on.  But his hands know what to do and soon he’s hooded.  As he snaps the snout into place, he looks at himself in the mirror – the hood matches the jock, blue and black leatherette.  He likes what he sees.  And his cock begins to rise in his jock.

He caresses the pouch of his jock and lifts the pouch to pull his cock head out the side of it, he slowly traces the crown with his fingers, staring at his masked self.  A small whimper escapes his lips, the sound a pup might make.  And that turns him on more.

Looking down he sees the lube and the plug/tail, and he wonders if he should put it in. He hesitates a few moments not sure how to proceed, but again his hands know what to do.  He lubes the toy, then lubes himself and slowly inserts his tail.  And once it’s seated, he realizes that he feels “dressed” now.  This is not a costume but his true self, revealed to him.  And he’s happy with the view of “him” that he sees.

Just then there’s a knock on the bathroom door and without waiting Mike pops the door open.

“Everything OK, in here?” He asks but stops when he sees Kay. Kay stands there, tail wagging, hard cock protruding from his jock, the hood covering his lower face, but his eyes are clear and show his need.  Mike steps forward and pushes Kay down to his knees and stroke his head. He pets it really, scratching behind the ears and under the chin.  Kay whimpers again and snuggles into Mike’s legs.

Mike opens his shorts, he’s commando under them and his hard cock juts out.  To Kay it looks exactly like the flashes of memory that he’d had, sure now that they weren’t fantasy.  Mike tilts Kays head up and slides his cock into Kay’s maw, where Kay licks and sucks on that thick cut cock, his tail wagging furiously as he sucks on Mike’s cock.  The pup mouth on his cock feels amazing to Mike and he doesn’t want to stop but he also knows that this is just the beginning.  And, although Kay doesn’t seem to remember, it was the reason for this trip and why he brought no additional clothing.  None would be needed, just the jocks and the mask.

Mike lifts Kay off his cock and off his knees and leads him into the bedroom. There Mike has him jump on to the bed.  There he commands Kay to roll over.  Laying on his back, head over the edge of the bed, so that Mike can slide his cock into Kay’s maw once again.  But in this position, he is also able to bend over and suck Kay’s cock.  He first licks it through the pouch of the jock then slips the pouch to the side to reveal Kay’s lovely cut cock, thinner than Mikes but not thin by any stretch.  A nice meaty cock and Mike quickly engulfs it.  As he does so, he finds Kay’s tail and begins to play with it.  Pulling it slightly out and pushing it back in, sliding it from side to side.  Kay moans around Mike’s cock the guttural sound almost sounding like a happy growl.

Taking Kay’s cock out of his mouth, Mike says, “I’m going to fuck you now boy.  Get on all fours,” he commands. Kay wastes no time, he spins around and presents his ass to Mike.  Mike slowly strips them both naked, removing Kay’s jock and the rest of his own clothes.  He slowly works the tail out of Kay and then just as slowly works his fat cock into him.  Kay whimpers again, then growls then just moans, as Mike sinks all the way to the base of his cock.

He starts to fuck Kay, with slow steady strokes that build and build quickly. 

“Fuck me, Mike, fuck me” growls Kay.

“You want it boy, you got it” and Mike pounds into him. Thighs slapping into Kay’s ass, Mike’s balls hitting Kay’s.  Mike knows he can’t keep that pace up and in minutes he’s emptying a load deep in Kay’s ass.  As he cums, he collapses down onto Kay’s back, pushing them both down onto the bed.  Kay lay under him, pinned to the bed and enjoying the weight of this man on top of him.  After a few minutes Mike pushes himself up and rolls off Kay. His cock still rock hard.  He tells Kay to sit on it and Kay, the obedient pup, does just that, straddling Mike’s hips, he lowers his stretched hole onto that rigid cock.  He rides Mike slowly, moaning and growling as Mike’s cock pushes deep into him.  It takes Mike a while to cum this time, but he finally pulses his second load deep into the pup and when he’s done, he pulls Kay down into a tight hug and caresses the back of his neck.  He picks up the tail and tells Kay to re-insert it and then they both drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Kay wakes first and he begins to explore the sleeping Mike’s body.  It looks so familiar, he should know it, that cock he saw in his memories.  Somehow, he knows this man. He begins to sniff and caress his way down Mike’s body, getting to his groin.  He explores with fingers, tongue and nose and as he does, Mike rolls over onto his belly leaving his ass in the air.  Kay sticks his snout deep into Mike’s ass, his tongue tasting.  As he does his cock comes to life and he gets very excited.    He lays his body across Mike and begins to dry hump is cock into the crack of Mike’s ass.  Just slowly sliding it down between his legs, up through the crack, across the cheeks. 

Mike says, “Go ahead boy, slip your cock into me” and Kay doesn’t need a second invitation.  Grabbing the lube bottle, he preps them both and slides in easily.  He’s a happy, happy pup as he pounds his cock into Mike’s ass. He pistons Mike’s ass, fast and furious, and in no-time he’s shooting his cum deep into Mike’s ass. Pounding furiously, he doesn’t slow down but just keeps pumping, even after his cock is drained.  He can feel his tail slapping his ass, with each stroke, he can feel Mike’s ass wrapped around him and it all feels right to him. 

He keeps fucking, his cock has remained hard and he’s soon cumming a second time deep in Mike’s ass. He collapses down onto Mike’s back.  His hot breath rasping against the back of Mike’s neck. 

Mike rolls him off after a few seconds straddles Kay’s chest, sliding his cock into his maw and fucks his mouth until he drops a load into Kay’s throat.

When they’ve both recovered, they share a shower and then spend the rest of the weekend naked and fucking.  The most clothing either of them wears is a jock or, in Kay’s case, the hood.  They managed to fuck in the driveway, by the pool, in the pool and all over the house.

Three days flew by for both of them and no more details of his past have come back to Kay.  He still doesn’t know where home is, but he knows more about himself, and he’s had a few more flashes of Mike. His dick out in the car, while driving, naked on a highway, little flashes that begin to build a picture for him.  They’d discussed the coffee group and posted a few pics there together.  The group is upset that Kay can’t remember anything, and several have offered to host him as he struggles to find his way home.  To that end, Mike buys a ticket and puts Kay on a bus bound for Chicago and another member of the group, who will work with him to help this lost pup find his way home.