12-2 - A CREEPY STALKER

I THOUGHT IT ONLY HAPPENED TO CELEBRITIES

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By Kevin McLean

Why do we like men walking dogs, so much? I guess that a man having a “pet friend” looks responsible and caring, having to take care of his dog and providing love to animals is part of it. Yes, I think that is what makes the man so sexy in our eyes. Plus, sometimes, it is just the way he walks behind his dog. You get to see a different side of him, the calm, that “just chilling” one. He is not in a rush, he takes his time and he just enjoys the walk next to his “pal”. Plus, if you think about it, if he finds a girlfriend (or a boyfriend) this way, he will know that he chose a warm and loving person. Because, let’s be honest, there are plenty of people afraid of dogs or who don’t like them period. The image is funny: you notice the man with the dog from far, far away and you even cross to the other side of the street horrified by the idea that “Lassie” might “attack” you or scratch you. So, of course, that when a smiling person approaches your dog and starts petting it, you will say to yourself: “We might have found a new friend for you, boy!”

However, there is another element that we don’t take into consideration: dogs are very good judges of people. If a dog is agitated at the sight of someone when he is ordinarily a very peaceful animal, then there could be something wrong. Sometimes dogs who are with their masters while on a daily walk will be met by someone and the dog acts aloof, not interested…I am particularly wary of those because the dog is saying to you…it is ok, don’t mind me, you can befriend this person but I wouldn’t give you a wooden nickel for him.

When I moved to the house that was not in Coconut Grove or in Coral Gables but somewhere in between I had not yet acquired my dog. But the first few days I lived in the house I sat in the front around five in the afternoon and I saw more than a dozen people walking their dogs; most of them men and some even very hot…like that body builder with the tiny dog. The next day I sat out there a little later and it was pretty much the same only these were different people. I consistently did this for almost a week…in part because I got to meet some of the neighbors and in part because I wanted to see what kind of people lived around me.

I have to add here that each and every one of those walking their dogs had a little plastic bag they used once the dog was done with its business. It also was interesting that of all the houses on my block, mine was the favorite for the dog to drop its poop. That is ok, I am not that concerned about it and almost the entire front has mulch so there is no grass that can be damaged.

On the third day I was there in the front it was close to seven and there was this interesting dude walking his dog. I say interesting because he wasn’t drop dead gorgeous and yet he had a lot of sex appeal. He had to be in his mid twenties, had a moustache and a goatee and some tats. I thought he was a bit on the thin side but he was pleasant enough…he said “good evening, looks like we might get a shower” then his dog crapped, he picked it up and continued towards the corner but looking my way before he disappeared behind the bushes.

The next day I made it a point to be out in the front…I started to pull some weeds and the dude came by with his dog. This time I was no more than five feet away from him and the dog came over to me and just started to lick me…very friendly and cute. Then he said: “we didn’t get rain yesterday like we thought…and the skies were so cloudy” I just nodded and kept playing with the dog, petting him. He went on his way again, turning the corner and looking at me as he disappeared behind the bushes.

The following day I ran into him at the Home Depot…we exchanged greetings and he kept on going, again he looked before he disappeared into the paints aisle. That evening he didn’t walk the dog but some person of the female persuasion did and I recognized the dog and he came right up to me as if I was an old friend. She realized that the dog and I were acquainted so she stopped long enough to allow us to replenish our friendship…she didn’t say much.

Two more days went by and she was again walking the dog. I assumed she was the wife of the dude that kept cruising me. And then I went to Publix for some last minute shopping and there he was. This time he made it a point to come over and talk to me. “I’ve been away, I guess you have seen my sister walking Pancho” I thought that I had assumed the woman was his wife and it was his sister. So I told him that Pancho came to greet me and waited for his petting session from me. He said: “Yeah, he is a good dog”

For the next few weeks I started to run into him in all the places I went. There was an encounter at Wendy’s, another one at the Walgreens, again at the Home Depot and amazingly one at the pool supply store which was miles away. I finally went up to him and introduced myself: “You know, we have been seeing a lot of each other and we don’t even know each other’s name, I am Kevin McLean” His response: “I am Gervasio, but you can call me Gervie”; we shook hands and I left with a couple of containers of chlorine.

The following day I just opened the garage and pretended to be doing things in the garage and Gervie came around walking Pancho. He saw me and came up the driveway and said: “you know, I can’t get the water in our pool to stabilize…it is murky and we seem to have a leak…but your pool looks pretty good”

Did he say “your pool looks pretty good?” So I went to the back and I looked around to see where in the hell you could see my pool from and I see that three or four houses away there is a two story house protruding from the others and that is the only one that has a view of my pool and half of my patio.

So he has been looking out the window at my backyard…I wonder if he has seen me naked or almost naked when I am there sunning myself. I had to put my hunch to a test. The next day was Saturday and I laid out there by the pool totally naked. I kept looking up towards the house that had a view of my patio. I thought I saw something move the blinds…there is only one window on that side of his house…So I started to play with myself, turned over and showed him my ass…if he was looking I was going to give him a real show.

The next day I walk out of my front door and I see him walk away from my bushes…the dog leading the way. Strange…but the dog could have been chasing a squirrel and he said: “Good evening, it was hot today just like yesterday…the sun was unbearable” I knew…I knew then he had been watching…the reference to the sun…I was tanning myself in the back and I am sure he saw me with an erection and wiggling my bubble butt. So I asked him: “How is your pool holding out?”

Gervie: “Oh, it is still murky and we won’t dare swim in it…we are getting a pool company to come over next week and see if they can fix the leak”

To which I added: “so you can’t use it at all? That’s a bummer…you are welcome to come over and use mine”

Gervie: I might take you up on it…let me give you my phone number…he wrote it down on a lottery ticket and gave it to me, said for me to call him to invite him to go swimming. I wanted to call him right away but restrained myself. The next day I called him and I asked him to come over for drinks…he said he didn’t drink but he would pick up a pizza and bring it over. An hour later he appeared with a pizza and some garlic rolls and we went to the lanai where he started to undress right in front of me…he was putting on a show for my benefit…he pulled his shirt over his head and just stood there displaying his torso.

Gervie then pulled down his pants and sat on the couch. His cock was hard, just protruding erect and I noticed he had a piercing in it. Gervie also had some tats. I ordinarily would not pick up a guy like him at a bar or at the baths…but here he was, naked in my house and he says: “come over here, suck my cock” in a very assertive tone and with a deep masculine voice. I could not resist, I realized I lusted for him now and I wasn’t going to be satisfied until I had his cut, 8 inch dick in my ass.

He got on the couch, kneeling and exposed his ass…that was an invitation for me and I went over and began to rim him; all along thinking that I hoped he wasn’t doing this in preparation for me to fuck him. But no, it was just that, he liked to have his ass eaten before he got down to business. Soon he sat back down and opened his legs. I engulfed his big cock and got it down my throat. I applied the gargling technique and he was then leaning back and began to moan. I knew he was getting a lot of pleasure out of it.

Gervie: “Man, you are fantastic, I can’t remember ever feeling so much pleasure from getting sucked…but you know what? (then he pulls my head forcing me to abandon the blow job) I want to fuck that beautiful ass of yours”

I then turned around and offered him a better view of my bubble butt, it was more than ready to receive and he went for it. First he pulled me towards him and let me sit on it. It went in without trouble, at my own pace and he was not forcing the issue. Then I rode him for a while and I thought I was going to shoot my wad but he stopped me. Gervil then turned me around and now I was kneeling on the floor with my chest resting on the couch and he approached me from behind.

He rammed it in with force and started to pump it like there was no tomorrow. I of course loved it…I like to know when I am getting fucked…this guy was not wimpy…he as masculine, assertive and a very good top.

Gervie: “oh, oh, shit, shit, fuck yeah, that is one nice ass, Kevin you have the best ass I have ever fucked, yeah, ah, ah, shit, shit, fuck…I could fall in love with a guy like you, yeah, ah, ah, fuck, shit, fuck yeah…I am getting close, ah, ah, I’m gonna cum…do you want it? Do you want me to cum inside your ass?”

Me: “Yeah, yeah, I want it, fill my hole with your cum, I want it, give it to me, yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard”

Gervie: “oh, shit, oh fuck, ah, ah, ah, ah, there it goes, I’m cumming, ah, ah, fuuuuuuuuck, aaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah”

After that, we ate the cold pizza and he told me the reason he didn’t drink was that he was a recovering alcoholic. Stop, there is more, he told me he had been in and out of rehab a few times. He also said that he was on disability. I asked him why and he said that he was bipolar. So much for that. I thought the guy was well adjusted…at least he didn’t have any erratic behavior other than the fact that he was stalking me.

The stalking went on for a while. I would run into him at the worst times in the most unusual places. But I never went to bed with him again. Then one night I hear some yelling, like a woman crying and screaming. I was in my back porch and then I see the reflection of emergency lights. I put on a bathrobe and went around the corner to investigate. There was a squad car and an ambulance; it seems that Gervie had attempted suicide.

He must have gone to rehab again because within weeks of that incident I noticed a sign on the front lawn of his house: FOR SALE BY BANK. Obviously it had been foreclosed. I don’t know what happened to Gervie but I never heard from him again.