July 4, 2009; Dogz in the 'Hood

The idiot thinks I am staring at him in adoration...it's usually because I want something.

Everyone knows that a cute dog is a great cruising accessory but did you know that an old queer can be a great one too? I am finding that out more and more with Mook A.

I like Mook A's walks, despite the discipline he thinks he's imposing on me. All the "slow" and "short leash" and "sit" stuff is so easy to ignore and the rest of the time I can pretty much do what I want (except when I try to eat something and he goes just a little medieval on me). But doing what I want almost always involves a little of doing what he wants and that is cruising. We're a great team for that.

He slows down whenever there is a guy sitting outside with his shirt off, and this gives a chance to scope the 'hood, sniff the piss and set my targets. If it's a good day we'll get the double-play: a cute guy walking a cute dog. Queers have a thing for cute little dogs and, except for the two I live with, a lot of them go in for the bitches (they could do studies, I think). So the Mook will get to talking with the guy while I get to some serious arse-snorting. If I'm lucky she's into it and isn't some tarted up little cocktease. (Dogs who live with queers are almost always sexually frustrated; take it from me.) While the two queers are queering it up, we're down there doing everything but passing the batwang. (Like I said, I might have no balls, but the drive, if not the dribble, is still there.) Before long, the queers giggle like queers are wont to do when they see what the dogs are up to, separate us, and go on their merry-fairy little ways. This is fine with me; who wants long-term?

And then it's on to the next bitch. On hot days, I can semi-score with at least two and sometimes three. Of course, the Mook doesn't score anymore, he just flirts (which is more than Mook B does—his walks are all business). Beauty.

Meanwhile, A and I have finally reached a sort-of-truce about the nurse's visits. For one thing, because my Beloved is on vacation, we have a replacement nurse for two weeks and this required another tack. The Mook knew I wouldn't tolerate a stranger in the house, so I was introduced to her and she is a spitfire! She played with me for a bit and got me all jizzed up and then I was bum's-rushed off. But this time it was to the balcony and that was not a bad place to be. From the kitchen window I could see the arrival and departure, and through the bedroom window the atrocities being done to the Mook on his bed. So compromise all around and no confinements involved.

Peace reigns.

They are at last bending to my will.