...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 hands and knees, once again presenting himself to his faithful friend. Santa's Little Helper walked up behind him, and once again eagerly pushed his tongue against Bart's tender anus.
"Ohhh, good boy." Bart praised, turning and laying on the floor. "Now lick my pee-pee." The dog brought his muzzle to his master and again curled his pink tongue against Bart's yellow head. He felt his shaft contract, and a glob of precum oozed out, only to be swept up by his pup's rough tongue, a strand of the sticky fluid stringing from his slit to the dog's lips.
Santa's Little Helper stopped abruptly, and backed off. He sat down and curled his head back to his own crotch. Bart could see his pet's own bright pink penis extending from its pr...