Kevin, 28, Punk

Kevin (28) is the youngest. He has long dark hair and dresses somewhere between a punk and a biker. He takes off his shirt and boots and reveals a soft, twinkish body with an olive complexion. He’s less sure of himself than most of the others, but he relaxes more when recognizes the dog sitting in the middle of the room.

“Awww! Wook at dat face! What a happy ol' dog you are today! Am I the first one here, or just the only one of your friends willing to watch you debase yourself on your birthday?"

The dog smiles and barks. Kevin pats its head and scratches behind its ears.

“There, there. I’m excited to see where this party goes even if it ends up being just the two of us.”

The dog yips and jumps up to lick Kevin’s face. He laughs and pushes the dog back down to the floor.

“Okay! Calm down now. That’s better. That’s a good boy.”

The dog settles on huffing Kevin’s crotch and taint. Kevin continues to chuckle nervously as he pets the overly affectionate animal. He starts to get a noticeable erection from all the attention. The dog focuses on his “bone” only making the matter worse. The dog manages to get Kevin’s zipper in its teeth and unzip his fly. It starts pawing and rooting at the opening, licking the crotch of Kevin’s exposed underwear.

“Bad dog!” Kevin says unconvincingly as he takes off his pants instead of zipping them back up.

He’s now wearing only black trunk-style underwear that do nothing to hide his obvious arousal. The dog continues to sniff and lick at his crotch and taint. The front is now of his trunks are soaking with a combination of pre-cum and saliva.