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My humblest appreciation to everyone who was so giving of their time and comments last night. You’ve emboldened me to go ahead and post this filthy little story. But please read the warnings:

Title: What the Dog Didn’t See: Touching
Series: The Luckiest Dog in the World
Who’s in it?: OB/VM
Rating: NC17 - adult language, graphic sex
between consenting male adults, drug and
alcohol use, cursing, canine anatomy lesson

Now I’m serious about that rating! If you’ve been reading the Luckiest Dog in the World series because you like Sidi, do not assume that this story is the same thing. It isn’t at all. If your mother would not approve of you reading something smutty then please do not read this story. You won’t be missing any of the Dog’s Tales. This bit already took place and Sidi does not do the talking. This is just people having sex and using bad language. Adults only. ...slashy adults.

Title: What the Dog Didn’t See: Touching
Series: The Luckiest Dog in the World
Author: Pecos – PecosPhil@sprintmail.com
Website: http://www.chimerafic.com
Rating: NC17 - adult language, graphic sex
between consenting male adults, drug and
alcohol use, cursing, dog anatomy lesson
Feedback: remember the golden rule, (please!)
Disclaimer: I don’t make the toys, I’m
only playing with them. No money made,
nor disrespect intended
Who’s in it?: OB/VM ...and the Dog
Note: Please forgive any intentional or
unintentional abuse of facts and history.
This story is un-proofed because of keen
embarrassment - I’m only faffing around
Note 2: Place in the Luckiest Dog Series: Chpt. 4
Summary: Sidi is Orlando’s dog. The Dog tells
a pretty good tale...but he’s not always
privy to EVERYTHING that happens

What the Dog Didn’t See: Touching

Viggo had been worried about Orlando since the last phone call. Kate had gone to do more looping for her Sandra Dee movie and Orli was feeling alone and under a lot of pressure from Ridley and the studio over the last scenes being filmed for ‘Kingdom of Heaven’. On the sets of ‘Lord of the Rings’ Orlando had thrived under the constant control and security of having every move organized and catered to, but in the films that came after he’d been given more and more latitude in his personal life. It hadn’t always worked to the young man’s benefit. Viggo loved Orlando dearly, but he also knew that Orli was as prone to making bad decisions as any other guy his age. He also had the resources to make a bad decision turn out to be spectacularly horrible. When you’re rich, famous, flirtatious, and admittedly the most absolutely drop-dead gorgeous man in any room, there’s bound to be ample opportunities to fuck up, not to mention getting fucked up.

Kate was a great influence on Orli. She gave him stability, compassion, a loving shoulder and a good hard kick in the ass whenever he needed it. That they loved each other didn’t really alter the equation one way or another. That Orlando also loved other people could have been a problem, but Kate was actually more mature than her older boyfriend, and so secure in herself that she didn’t need the promise of exclusivity. She knew that he was inclined to screw around, but Orli was discreet and honest with her in their own dealings, and Kate was willing and able to cope. Viggo could only wish he had a girlfriend who was half as wise and compassionate.

Heck, that would be pretty nice in a boyfriend, too.

However, taking care of Orlando was not Kate’s career – not even her foremost concern – and whenever Kate backed off and left him to his own devices there was a very real possibility of one of those bad choices might come back to haunt him. The damage was usually more psychological than physical, although there’d been some problems there as well. Just one guy who thought that ‘no’ meant ‘harder’ should have been enough to teach the kid a lesson. But Orlando, God Bless him, just didn’t seem to learn the important things very fast. It was like his dyslexia extended to common sense, and stuff that would clearly look dodgy to anyone else just intrigued him. He was sweet to the point of innocence, yet with a dirty mouth and an appetite for sensation that matched his patently inviting body.

Joe was willing to let Viggo reschedule a couple of Spanish print interviews and drop a personal appearance on the Hidalgo promotional tour and he caught a red-eye back to the city where they were finishing up ‘Kingdom of Heaven’. It took a while to find the rented house again, but Viggo finally dropped his bag on the porch and rang the bell. He could hear Sidi barking his fool head off, so this must be the right address. After a couple of minutes the door creaked open and Orlando stood there looking like a parody of himself. The messy mop of his character Balian’s hair stood out sideways, and his eyes were red and squinty, his boxers were torn and probably dirty, and the smooth chest was a bit sallow and had scratches on it. Viggo thanked his instincts and just took the kid in his arms.

Orlando started blubbering immediately. “Viggo! Jesus...I’m such a fuck-up! Viggo! I can’t believe that you came back! Viggo, Viggo, thank you!”

“Orlando, baby. Orlando...” he soothed, holding the firm, warm body as tight as he could. Orlando wasn’t fragile, but he could be broken. After a few moments they pulled apart enough that Viggo could grab his bag and move inside. The dog was going crazy, jumping around and barking. Then Orli was in his arms again.

“I was such a bleedin’ idiot last night. I hope I didn’t scare you.”

“You did, damn it. But it’s okay, I’m here now.” He kissed Orli’s brow, and leaned in close enough push the unruly hair back and give him a proper kiss on those deliciously warm lips. The dog tried to push between them and growled, doubtless sensing Orli’s tension. Viggo took a moment the grab the mutt by his scruff and give him a shake, then pushed him down onto the tile floor. “No, Sidi!” he said firmly. Viggo was a big believer in honesty, with even the pets. Sidi immediately knew that he was being told that this guy wouldn’t take any crap off of him. “I won’t pretend to mount you, because I know that you’re a good dog and you’re protecting your daddy. But just remember who’s in charge.”

“Did you just say you were considering molesting my dog?” Orli laughed, the change instantly putting a bit of light back in his eyes.

“Not necessary, this time,” Viggo said. Sidi was back to his usual playful, puppy-like self. “But I might consider molesting his daddy, if you play your cards right.”

“Oh, well...let’s just see how lucky you are!”

Viggo sank into the Cordoban leather of the couch gratefully, and Orlando flopped into the space next to him. The kid started some rambling story that involved an excessive use of ‘ya knows?’ and ‘reallys!’ and ‘fuck its!’ Frankly, after a while, the whole thing just blurred into a mess of words detached from any meaning. He cared about Orli a lot, but this drama.... It was just a bit too much like something Henry would be going on about over the breakfast table before Viggo had gotten enough coffee to kick-start his brain.

“Coffee,” he mumbled aloud, rubbing his thumbs along the fine hairs on the mutt’s muzzle. Sidi was gazing at him with open adoration.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Orlando darted off to the kitchen, and fumbled about loudly.

“Has he learned to make it drinkable yet?” Viggo asked the dog. “Or is it still battery-acid and mud?” Sidi’s tail thumped loudly on the tile floor. “Be glad that your food comes in a bag, or you’d most likely starve without Kate around.”

Orli bounded back and delivered a mug of steaming brown something before crashing back down into the leather and sighing. “So, anyhow, I told them that it wasn’t working the way they’d written the scene, but I’m pretty sure that Ridley had said....”

Viggo took a sip and winced, letting his hearing fuzz out again until he could only follow the rhythms of Orlando’s voice. He heard the pattern change and perked up again to pick out a few words that pertained to cruel assumptions and unkind implications. Orli’s face was creased with worry, and his monologue had run out of steam. “I’m just crap,” he concluded, lips thinning to nothing.

“Ah, baby,” Viggo inserted, reaching over to cup the kid’s jaw. So young...so naïve. So incredibly unprepared for the life he’d been thrust into. Not that anyone else would be able to handle it better, actually. When you’re voted ‘Most Gorgeous Man Alive’ by the unwashed, uncounted masses, it was bound to fuck with your head. The dog transferred his hero-worship to Orlando, pushing down with his muzzle and whining, and Orli tried to force an insincere smile.

“You don’t have to fake it here,” Viggo reminded him. “Not here. You’re safe here, with me.”

The tears brimming in his big, bottomless eyes tipped over dark lashes and finally spilled. Viggo used his palm to bring the kid’s quivering jaw closer and sealed Orli’s lips with his own. After a moment he sought the texture of those lips with the tip of his tongue, and just a gentle probe along the seal provoked a sigh and softening. Then Viggo’s tongue met Orli’s and sensations washed over the two men like warm water. They kissed like the old lovers that they were, slow and comfortable, and the tension gradually leaked from Orlando’s shoulders.

“You came back to see me,” Orli whispered.

“Naw...don’t get so full of yourself. I came back to see the dog.”

“You’re not kissing the dog.”

“Well...he hasn’t shaved. I’m very particular about facial hair.”

“Oh, yeah. I remember.”

They went out for a walk around the town, stopping in at a couple of tapas bars for drinks and the occasional snack. Viggo guzzled oysters, slurping like a barbarian and wishing he could kiss his young friend in public and share the salty tang with the slippery push of his own tongue. Orli nibbled on slivers of ham, olives and lovely little vegetables. There were many new drinks to sample. A fountain in a plaza provided some relief from the heat for the dog, who had insisted on coming along. The tapas food made them thirsty, and the alcohol didn’t help, so they finally got ice creams and grinned at each other as they ate them, making elaborate swirls with tongue and lips, waggling eyebrows and trying not to laugh.

Two grown men flirting over ice cream – it was absurd.

It was a tonic.

Viggo headed into a grungy part of town, looking for a public toilet. He thought the evening would be even better with some extra relaxation, and he knew Spain well enough to know where to look for that sort of thing. He pissed into the trough on the floor while Orlando squirmed like the well-brought-up English lad that he was – even his dog disapproved of the squalor. But when they left Viggo heard a soft hiss from someone lurking behind the small building. He let Orli go on ahead while he paused for a few moments and transacted some business with a local of the decidedly colorful variety. The quality seemed passable, the price was argued in a friendly manner, and then Viggo had a small plastic bag in his pocket and a grin lurking in the corner of his generous mouth. It was good to be fluent in the local tongue.

They stopped at a grocer’s near the house and bought a few things, and then headed back. Viggo put the wine in the freezer for a quick chill and Orlando set about fixing dinner. He loved to cook for his dearest friends, and they were all dear enough to endure whatever the kid produced. Tonight’s feast was pretty good, helped by the wine, and by the conversation, which had finally drifted into reminiscence and laughter instead of regrets and insecurities. Viggo rolled a joint and smoked most of it by himself before Orli consented to trying the local blend.

“Ooo, rough,” he concluded, grimacing as he rose to check on the status of dessert.

Viggo rolled another one. “It’s not fancy, but it’ll get the job done.” His voice probably didn’t carry over the racket his young friend was making in the next room. Sidi wandered in to check for spills and handouts, and Viggo bent over to blow some smoke in the dog’s face. Sidi sneezed, but didn’t seem to mind, and by the second or third blowback the black dog appeared to be smiling. “Just remember, young pup, don’t let this lead to harder drugs. Use responsibly.”

“Viggo! You arsehole! Are you getting my dog trashed?” Orlando took the joint and tried to finish it, probably telling himself it was to protect the mutt’s virtue. “You fucking hippie! Why not just make him a collar out of Love Beads and peace sign....” He was starting to laugh. “...Peace sign thingies and smiley faces! Shave his ass and paint him pink!”

Viggo took the sad remainders of the joint from the giggling Brit. “I think that’s enough for you, young Jedi. There will be no painting of animals tonight, unless you mean my cock.”

“You cock’s already pink!” Orli squealed far too loudly, spilling over the back of the couch and crawling into Viggo’s lap. “Well, sorta. Kiss me, Ranger.”

“No.”

“No?” Oh yeah, there were those big brown eyes, gooey enough to sink a battleship. “No? You don’t want to kiss me?”

“I want you to kiss ME, you fairy Elf.”

“Elves are not fairies, goddamn it!”

Orlando pounced, using all his faked rage to overpower Viggo utterly and take what he’d been thinking about having all day. The couch was seriously debauched by the time they’d finished making out and groping, and there would have been a premature end to the evening’s festivities if they hadn’t been slowed by the consumption of wine and weed.

Within half an hour they were sharing the huge Mediterranean bathtub, Viggo in the back and Orlando between his legs. The room was lit by the glow of every one of Kate’s candles they could find, and the flickering light and warm water had eased the urgency of their pairing so they could concentrate on giving and receiving pleasure. Viggo was massaging Orli’s neck, and he leaned forward to kiss his way up and down the horrible seam over the young man’s spine. Orli sighed and slid lower, until he was almost submerged. Viggo took that as an invitation to reach over his shoulder and run a hand down the front of his body, and he found the semi-hard cock hidden beneath the water.

Orlando’s penis was big, considering his body type. It had lovely proportions and the flare on the glans was not exaggerated, giving his cock a sleek look. It was the sort of cock the just really belonged up someone’s ass. ‘Like mine,’ Viggo thought to himself, stroking the shaft with his palm until he could feel a change in girth. Orli moaned, the sound more felt than heard. His balls were very loose from the heat of the water, hanging low between his thighs in a scrotum that was curiously hairless. Viggo could feel his own cock growing hard beneath the weight pressing heavily against him. It was a very nice sensation.

The dog pushed the door open with his nose and let himself into the candle-lit bathroom, inspecting the pair of them with a deeply stoned expression, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.

“Don’t even think about it, Sidi,” Orlando warned, not coming out of the water even enough to see over the edge of the tub. He must have heard the clink of the dog’s tags over the sound of his own sighs. He used a limp wrist to flick some water in the general direction of the animal, and Sidi decided that he would be of more use elsewhere. Viggo leaned over to put his cheek against Orli’s seal-slick curls.

“Have you ever watched dogs fuck, Oral?”

The slip in his nickname went unmentioned. “What? Are you accusing me of being a pervert?” There was a long pause. “Of course. Yeah, of course I have. Seen horses fuck too. The horses are a bit more impressive.”

Viggo wasn’t going to start thinking about horses. He had a plan for the evening that included his cock being the biggest thing on Orli’s mind. “I love the way the male dog mounts the bitch, and she’s so accepting. Eager, even. Just a few thrusts and he’s got his penis inside. You know what happens then, Oral?”

The young man in his arms snickered, eyes squeezed shut. “Uh, they make puppies?”

Viggo let his lips touch the tip of Orli’s ear. “It’s like this. Listen carefully, because you might not know the details of dog anatomy.” He let one arm support Orli’s weight against his chest, the other hand gently cupping his lover’s balls. “See, a dog actually has a bone inside his penis, and his penis is normally out of sight inside its sheath. You know all about that. But when two dogs are fucking, the penis extends beyond the sheath, and the area around that bone swells. It forms a bulge inside the female dog, increasing the girth of the penis many times. This bulge is so big, and the space so small, that he doesn’t even try to thrust any more. Their bodies are effectively locked together for ten to twenty minutes, until the swelling goes back down.”

“This is disgusting,” Orli said very softly. The state of his cock seemed to indicate otherwise. Viggo didn’t touch the swollen organ, letting his fingers continue to massage Orlando’s balls.

“The male dog is locked into place fucking the female. He quite often even swings a leg over and stands back to back with her, and all the while his cock is completely filling her, filling her so full that they can’t pull apart even if they try.” Viggo let his tongue slide out between his lips, tasting the skin behind Orli’s ear, stroking the shell with a feather-light touch. “And here’s the best bit, Oral. The whole time that they’re locked together, he’s coming inside her! Imagine it! The tip of that penis buried so deep inside and just coming...coming...coming....”

Orlando moaned aloud and turned his head, and Viggo covered the open mouth with his own. His fingers finally left Orli’s balls to move back up his shaft, and the cock was hard as stone, slick, and hot.

Sucking hard on the older man’s tongue, Orlando finally pulled away enough to breathe and then bolted up out of the tub, sloshing water absolutely everywhere. “You pervert!” he exclaimed, laughing. “Talking about dogs fucking! You sick-o!”

“Look who’s got the raging hard-on,” Viggo pointed out laconically, waving a fey hand in the direction of Orli’s crotch.

“You were playing with my balls! You arsehole!”

“Pervert!” Viggo shouted back, suddenly exploding up out of the water and starting in pursuit.

Orlando squealed like a girl and took off around the house, his heavy cock slapping him on the thighs and stomach as he ran, dodging furniture and laughing between shouted insults. Viggo was hot on his heels, his own cock so tight against his stomach that it barely moved. They called a truce long enough to dry off, and then it was into the bedroom where Viggo gently pinned his giggling lover to the mattress and started kissing him all over again, finger ghosting over odd and unexpected places on Orli’s flushed body.

“Do you want me to fuck you like a dog?” he whispered in the young man’s ear.

“You can come for ten to twenty minutes?”

“I can sure as hell try!”

Orlando rolled them both over suddenly, topping his former co-star. “You can fuck me any way you want, but I get to go first!”

He then slid down between Viggo’s legs and started licking and nipping his way from the crease of his thighs down to his ass crack. Viggo moaned and brought his feet up on the mattress, knees falling open in a gesture of utter trust. Orli took Viggo’s cock in hand and paused for a moment to just admire it. This cock could be seen by anyone with a videotape of ‘Indian Runner’, but very few people had ever seen it hard and ready.

Thick veins twisted up the ridged shaft, leading to a perfectly mushroom-shaped tip that glistened with moisture from the deep slit. Underneath the glans was a hard little knot of tissue than reminded Orli of a woman’s clit. It was especially sensitive too, and just one stroke of his tongue was enough to draw the most delicious moan from the older man’s throat. He let his tongue wander that path again, and then up over the top until he got the entire end of Viggo’s cock nestled into the roof of his mouth, giving his tongue room to play with that little knot.

Orli held the cock with one hand, his fist failing to completely enclose the throbbing shaft, and his other hand came up to stroke Viggo’s heavy balls. His testes were pulled tight against his body, proof that Viggo was already exceptionally excited and wouldn’t be able to stand too much more stimulation. Orli nibbled his way down the sides of the shaft and switched to long strokes with his whole tongue over Viggo’s entire crotch. The seasoned actor fisted the sheets and thrashed his head from side to side, muttering obscenities.

Grinning wickedly, and knowing that Viggo’s eyes were screwed shut tight, Orli slobbered up his own finger and then gently pressed against the man’s anus. Viggo’s breath caught audibly, and Orli let his tongue join the fun at his lover’s asshole. The delicate little folds of flesh gradually relaxed under the double assault, and Orli’s finger slid inside, eventually resting deep with the silky, heated tissue. He opened his mouth wide and rested his lips against Viggo’s perineum, the plane of tissue between balls and ass, and then Orli hummed, letting his tongue explore and taste this most personal part of any man’s body.

Utterly stiff, Viggo was trembling with the effort to keep from coming. “Oh, God! Orli! You’re going to kill me!” Even his toes were curled into little fists.

“What?” Orli popped his mouth and his finger free. “Kill you? Why lover...I’ll do no such thing.”

Viggo held his breath for one long, drawn moment, praying that the little shit wasn’t really going to just stop. But apparently he was, and the American lifted his head to look down over his own clenched abs to see Orli’s angelic smile beaming up at him, lips swollen and wet with the evidence of his assault.

“Bastard!” Viggo hissed.

Orli winked at him. “Certified. You want to fuck me like a dog now?”

Viggo burst into motion again, and within moments he was in the superior position again, pinning Orli’s unresisting body to the bed while he bit and licked and touched everything that he wanted to. He buried his nose in the young man’s armpits, licking the tender skin there and tugging the sparse hairs with his teeth. He bit down on the muscle between pec and upper arm and snaked his fingers so deep into Orli’s hair that he felt that he was being knotted to his scalp. One hand grabbed a thrusting hip and held him down until he’d finished licking throat, collar and nipples. Then Viggo turned his head and started kissing Orli’s face with big, sloppy kisses.

“Oh, fuck...fuck...FUCK!” Orlando gasped, thrashing. When Viggo latched onto the tip of his nose Orli finally got his palms against Viggo’s chest and pushed, giving himself some breathing room. “Are you going to fuck me or what, cowboy?”

“Yippie kie yie yay,” Viggo growled. He let his victim go long enough to retrieve the necessary supplies, and then the bigger man knelt between Orli’s long, tanned legs. He smirked down at his lover as he made a show of squeezing his swollen cock into the condom, tugging on the latex tip to give himself room for what he expected to be a truly impressive load of cum. He dolloped a great gob of lubricant into one palm and then sat there, grinning, running two fingers around and around in the slick puddle while Orli stared at the motion and cussed like a film crew grip. Viggo finally used what was left in his palm to coat his straining cock, and then fell forward to seal his mouth over Orli’s curses. The two fingers wormed their way past the ring of Orli’s ass and inside, and Orli’s squirms fell still to be replaced with groans and gasps.

Forcing himself not to just hump the kid wherever they touched, Viggo finally drew back again and jabbed the tip of his cock against Orli’s anus, the two fingers still buried inside. Fingers pulled out as cock slid in, and Orlando’s abdomen quivered as he pushed down to facilitate the penetration.

“God...so big!” the dark-haired beauty moaned.

The couple of gentle, shallow thrusts as his cock sank in past the flared head, and then Viggo lay one open palm on Orli’s trembling stomach and soothed with a circling motion. Orli relaxed more fully, and then Viggo could easily push deeper. He lifted those long legs to his shoulders and rocked forward until his weight was forcing him deep, deep into Orli’s accepting body, and his balls were swinging free against the swell of his sweaty ass. Viggo ground them together with a roll of his hips and latched onto Orli’s gasping mouth for more kissing.

The lithe body beneath him heaved with each prolonged slide of cock into ass, and experienced hips set a rhythm of their own. Orli keened loudly – no longer able to form words – his cries echoing off the smooth stucco walls and making the dog in the hallway whine and scratch at the door. Fingers clenched tight shoulders and Orli twisted his head aside as if he could thus escape the cascade of sensations. But there was no escape, no respite, and with a final stuttering cry Orlando’s straining cock unloaded a thick stream of cum between their sweaty bodies, slicking their bellies alike.

Growling ferally, Viggo arched back, leaning away until he was kneeling as if in defeat. He pulled Orlando’s limp body with him, cock still buried deeply in his clenching ass, and then the bigger man humped upwards into the tight heat. Orli’s arms hung limp near his head, but the smile on his face was beatific. He made no move whatever to stop the ravishment of his willing body, and Viggo thrust home again and again despite the punishing angle.

Taking pity on his gasping lover, Orli finally planted his feet and pushed down to lift himself up so that his ass changed angle, letting Viggo get more friction on the slide. The grateful man rocked back from the waist and shouted his pleasure as his cock surged once more, and then seemed to explode with the force of his orgasm. Shudders rocked the Viggo’s frame as his balls fed the fire, Orli screaming again in sympathy.

There was a long second when neither man could even draw breath, and then Viggo twisted upright and fell atop his lover, disengaging his still-throbbing cock and rolling off so Orlando could get comfortable again. They lay for a few minutes, panting, the echoes of their cries still fresh in each other’s ears. Then Viggo rolled off the bed and padded to the sink for a washcloth. He disposed of the now heavy condom and washed himself, and then returned to the bed to sponge the cum off his lover’s belly.

“You should be licking me clean,” Orli mumbled, clearly ready for a nap.

“And you accuse me of being a pervert. Don't fall asleep. I’ve got every intention of screwing you six more times tonight.”

That got a cracked eye and a crooked grin. “Filthy Human.”

“Well-fucked Elf.”

What the Dog Didn't See...

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