That unexpected action lit Bart's mind on fire, and all he could think to do was praise him as his mind swam. Another one, two, three, four licks slapped across his sensitive glans and he felt like he would explode from the stabs of ecstacy that his pet's tongue was giving him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that any girl could give him such pleasure, let alone his own dog!
"Good boy! Good boy! Good boy!" Bart squeaked, shakily rubbing Santa's Little Helper's side before leaning back against the steps, quaking. In response, the dog roughly licked Bart's scrotum and nuzzled his crotch, tickling his shaft with his whiskers.
When his master did not attend to him, the pup jumped up, putting his front paws on Bart's hips and leaning over him. Gently, he licked Bart's cheek. Bart lethargically petted Santa's Little Helper's side.
As much as Bart wanted to continue, the front stairs were uncomfortable, not to mention less than private. If anyone would come in the door, or even look in the window, they would have no difficulty watching him playing with his dog. He sat up, and SLH jumped back.
"C'mon boy, let's go upstairs and have some fun, okay?" Bart asked eagerly, turning and climbing the stairs, gesturing for him to follow.
The pair entered Bart's room. Bart closed the door behind them, and pulled down the window shade. Then, Bart dropped to his hand...