Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 16:19:22 -0500
From: dingo.jay@iname.com
Subject: Best Friend

Bestiality - M/F/Dogs.  Fiction.  ***WARNING*** The following story
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Best Friend  
 
Fiction by Dingo Jay  

   I'd like to tell you about my best friend.  He's a really great guy,
though not much of a party animal.  He listens to all my problems, but
would never talk about me behind my back, no matter what we do together.
He's my security system, my bed warmer, my garbage disposal, my
truck-driving buddy and the best Frisbee partner I've ever seen.  Well,
almost.  As you've probably guessed, he's a dog.  Now here's the part
that'll throw you--he's also my lover!  Yeah, really.  Yes, we have sex and
all, but before I go there let me tell you some more about him.

Duffy is a mixed breed; the closest I can come to putting my finger on his
exact ancestry is an educated guess.  I figure he's probably a mix of
Australian Cattledog with Border Collie, or maybe Aussie Shepherd.  Around
these parts, that particular mix is fairly common and it's called a Texas
Heeler.  He's a medium to large dog in the 55-pound range, with long legs
but a stocky build.  His medium-length coat stands out just a bit and he's
mostly a mottled brick red and creamy white pattern, with some golden tan
on his legs, muzzle and eyebrows, and white feet.  His face and ears are
more of the same brick red, except solid colored, with a fine, white blaze
between his eyes.  He has big, triangular ears that stand right up and
about half a tail.  I thought maybe his tail was docked or perhaps
shortened in some accident, but it comes to a point so I guess it's
natural.

  Needless to say, he's an unusual looking dog, but his eyes are what catch
most people's attention.  They're a pale ice blue color and they look right
through you.  Of course, after close to eleven years of looking into those
eyes I've gotten used to them and come to love them dearly, but strangers
tend to find them startling.  Some say he looks mean.  Fact is nothing
could be farther from the truth.  Duffy hasn't got a mean bone in his body
and he loves just about everybody.

  I used to work second shift maintenance in a paper mill near here, and
one night I was driving my tired, old self home in my tired, old pickup.  I
pulled up to a stop sign and dropped it down into low gear.  The gearshift
went about halfway there, but jammed in the middle somewhere.  It was only
about the 'leventy-seventh time it had happened, so I was getting pretty
good at unjamming it by then.  I shut down the engine, grabbed my
flashlight and crawled under that damned old truck one more time.  A couple
of quick yanks on the linkages freed them up, and we were back in business.
As I grabbed the running board to pull myself out from under the truck, I
thought I felt something cold and wet touching the back of my hand.  I sat
up and found myself face to face with a scrawny, dirty, half-grown pup.  He
was probably six or seven months old at a guess.

  Ordinarily, I would have just run him off far enough so I wouldn't have
to worry about running him over when I drove away.  Problem was we were at
some God-forsaken place in the middle of nowhere, on a long, lonesome
stretch of county road, miles from anywhere a self-respecting dog might
call home.  Aside from that, there was something about this dog that
reached out to me, something that shone through the grime and the stink and
the matted hair.  Whether it was the cute face, the intelligent expression
or something deeper, I don't know.  I opened the truck's passenger side
door and he bounced inside and up onto the seat like he'd done it a
thousand times.

  As the old pickup bounced along the county road towards home, I thought
about how I was going to explain this to my landlady.  I wasn't too sure
I'd have to, she had a dog of her own after all.  Since I had no pets when
I took the apartment, the subject never came up.  I'd had dogs all my life;
in fact I had one right up until I left home to join the Army.  She still
lived with my folks, though, and she'd become their dog.  I swung the truck
into the driveway and cut the engine.  I sat there in the cab for a few
minutes, trying to figure out just what the hell I was going to do with
this filthy, half-starved little mutt.

  I picked up the pup and carried him up the stairs.  Once I got a whiff of
him, I decided right then and there that the first order of business was to
give him a bath.  I didn't have any dog stuff around, so I got out some
human shampoo that didn't look too nasty.  I guess you're not supposed to
use human shampoo on dogs, but it's all I had.  After working at the mill
all evening I didn't smell all that good myself, so I put the pup in the
shower, set the water so it was about puppy-warm, and joined him in there.
As I lathered him up, I rubbed the suds down along his sides and around his
belly.  When my hands slid underneath him, I got a little surprise.  This
little guy was nicely hung for a youngster!  When I had him in the truck, I
guess I was vaguely aware that he was male, but with him being a pup and
all I didn't think about it much beyond that.

  I've been sexually attracted to animals since I was in my early teens.  I
never really got too interested in women, and I sure as hell have no
interest in men, but I've done some pretty wild stuff with animals over the
years, especially dogs.  You might say that it's more like I let animals do
some pretty wild stuff with me... I love all animals and I would never hurt
them or make them do anything they didn't want to.  It doesn't make a whole
lot of difference to me whether they're male or female, as long as they're
horny and willing.  This pup was way too young to do anything like that
with, but as I rinsed the soap off his under parts, I took "inventory."  I
ran my fingers along his sheath and found that he had a long, slender penis
with a fair sized knot at the base.  The best part was that he had two
firm, good-sized testicles down in his furry sack right where they
belonged.

  I squeezed as much of the water out of his coat as I could, then stepped
out of the shower and pulled the curtain closed.  I let him shake himself
three or four times, lifted him out of the tub and dried him off with a
towel.  Now for the next surprise... that grubby street mutt had turned
into a good-looking, half-grown dog.  A little on the thin side, though.
Maybe we could do something about that, too.  I rummaged around in the
'fridge and cabinets until I found enough stuff to make a halfway decent
meal for him.  Some leftover beef stew, canned veggies, a slice of whole
wheat bread... not the best fare for a dog, maybe, but it would have to do
until I could get some real dog food in the morning.  He demolished it in
seconds, and looked for more.  A little more bread and some meat scraps,
and he seemed almost satisfied.  I took him down the back stairs and
outside as soon as he was finished, and he squatted near the spot that my
landlady's dog used.  Good boy!  Then he trotted over to the clothes line
post, lifted his leg and peed against it.  This kid was looking studlier
all the time!

  I let the pup back up to my apartment and pondered what to do with him
for the night.  I thought about locking him in the bathroom, but decided
he'd make too much noise there.  I took him into the bedroom and shut the
door, and picked up as much chewable stuff as I could.  I put some old
newspapers on the floor for him, even though I had no idea if he knew how
to use them.  I got into my bed, and he jumped right up and lay next to me,
resting his chin on my chest.  He has slept in that exact spot ever since.
The next morning I prepared for the worst, but the pup was still in the
same spot on the bed.  There were no puddles, and nothing had been chewed!
Maybe he was a little older than I figured.
  
   Well, it was time to introduce him to my landlady and find out if I
could keep him.  I waited until I saw her in the back yard with her dog,
and went downstairs to join her, with the pup close on my heels.  It's now
or never, I guess...

  "Morning, Helga.  Look what I found!

   The pup spotted Helga's big, female German Shepherd and started running
circles around her and playfully nipping at her heels.  Sasha looked a
little startled at first, but then she swatted at him gently each time he
got close enough.

  Helga grinned as she watched him.  "Where'd you find him, Charlie?
That's a nice puppy, a Texas heeler maybe.  Somebody's gonna be missin' him
for sure!"

  "He was out on the Double-D road, where there's no houses or anything.
He was filthy dirty and I figure somebody just dumped him.  I'm gonna try
and find out if he belongs to anyone, but if not, could I keep him?"

  Helga put a finger on her lower lip and watched the pup over her glasses
for a minute.  "Well, maybe.  We could give it a try for a little while.
If he chews up my house or keeps me awake, he's gotta go.  And you know you
have to pay for any damage he does."

  "Yeah, I know.  He was OK all last night though.  No accidents and
nothing torn up so far."

  By this time the pup had discovered that Sasha was a girl, and an intact
one at that.  He was sniffing intently under her tail and the sides of his
muzzle were puffing up a little as he did.  Trying not to be too obvious
about it, I glanced under his belly.  Sure enough, a little finger of pink
peeked from his sheath, just enough to notice.  Yes, sir, this little guy's
going to be some fun when he gets a bit older!

  "What are you gonna do with him when you're at work?" Helga asked.  "If
you want, I got an old cage crate you can use.  I don't put Sasha in there
any more."

  "OK, sounds good.  Thanks, Helga."

  After checking with the local vets and County animal control, it seemed
like no one was looking for a missing pup anything like this one.  Good
thing, since I was starting to get really attached to him.  He's one of
those dogs that just grabs your heart and runs away with it.  He's
affectionate and loving, of course, but just ornery enough to keep things
interesting.  About the third night I had him, I had one of those dreams
where it seems like just another day of real life, except a few things are
weird.  Most everyone has those, right?  Anyway, in this dream, I was
calling the pup "Duffy" for no particular reason that I could see.  I tried
the name on him in real life, and it kind of stuck.

  Months passed and Duffy filled out into a really great looking dog.  He
shed all the dry, scruffy hair he had when I got him and grew a thick,
double coat.  It was sort of smooth and shiny on the outside with a soft,
silky undercoat.  His colors really came out as well.  His ribs were nicely
covered now, and his shoulders and hips were solid muscle.  Certain other
parts of him were maturing, too.  He was showing pink a lot now and I was
beginning to notice a little bit of whitish discharge on the tip of his
sheath when I rubbed his tummy.  Since I pretty much expected him to be
more than a pet to me, I figured that now was as good a time as any to get
him used to having every part of his body handled. Sometimes during tummy
rubs, I would gently slip his sheath back and expose his entire penis.  The
skin of it was smooth and moist, with a healthy, uniform light pink color.
The end of it had a slight crook in it with a small depression just behind
the pointed tip. Whenever we would get a quiet moment together, I would
stroke his sheath a little bit with my fingertips, or give his knot a
gentle squeeze, or roll his balls between my fingers.  He never seemed the
least bit nervous or apprehensive about being handled-anywhere.  For now I
was being careful not to over stimulate him.  A young dog can be put off
any kind of sex play for good if he's exposed to too much, too soon.  I
decided he would let me know when he was ready to do more.

  I didn't have to wait too long.  I woke up one morning to hear Duffy
whining softly in the other room.  I went to him to see what the trouble
was and found him sitting by the back door.  Helga had Sasha on a leash and
was walking her around the yard, inside the fence.  Sasha was sniffing
here, there and everywhere, and she was squatting to pee in even more
places.  The whole thing looked pretty weird until it occurred to me that
Sasha must be in heat.  When Duffy refused to eat his breakfast in favor of
pointing his nose into the crack of the back door, that confirmed it!
After Helga and Sasha went back into the house I took Duffy outside and let
him sniff around.  He found maybe twenty or thirty spots around the yard
where he sniffed long and hard, then at each one he did a little dance with
his back feet before giving it a squirt of pee.

  Duffy didn't really want to go back upstairs, but I finally convinced him
that Sasha wasn't going to come out and let him jump her bones.  She might
have liked to, but I didn't think Helga would be too keen on the idea.
Once I got him into the house, I saw that he was sort of humping the air
with every step he took.  This poor guy was going to be hurting if I let
him go on like that for too long!  What the hell, I thought... he must be a
year old or better by now.  Let's break him in.  I grabbed a paper cup from
the kitchen counter and sat on the floor next to him.  I petted him with
one hand while I talked softly to him, then I cupped the other hand around
his sheath and worked it rearward, exposing his penis.  I curled my fingers
around his knot with my thumb and forefinger tightly circling the shaft
just behind it.  He shuddered a little, his cock throbbed, and two large
drops of clear fluid plopped into the paper cup.  Duffy's penis suddenly
went limp, slipped out of my hand and disappeared into his sheath.  OK,
well, he's still a little young yet. I thought.  Some dogs are late
bloomers.  No need to push him if he's not ready.  I hugged and kissed him
and told him he was a good boy.

  That evening Duffy joined me on the bed as usual.  I lay on my back with
him lying on top of me as we often did.  Something was different somehow,
but I couldn't quite get a handle on what it was.  That's about when I
noticed that Duffy had his genitals pressed against mine and he was rubbing
them slowly up and down.  He was licking me around the lips, and I opened
my mouth to tell him to stop it.  Quick as a flash he slipped his tongue
halfway down my throat.  Now, it was nowhere near as unpleasant as I
expected, fact was I kind of enjoyed it.  Through my underwear I felt his
knot growing and throbbing against my cock, which was getting pretty hard
on its own. I also was feeling a warm wetness spreading over the front of
my shorts, and I wasn't too sure whether it was coming from Duffy or me.

  From past experience, I knew just how big of a mess a horny male dog
could make, and I didn't want that all over my bed.  I lifted Duffy off of
me and chased him onto the floor.  I sat down on the rug next to the bed
and invited him to put his front paws on the edge of the mattress. The pink
tip of his cock was already peeking from his sheath opening, so I took it
between my lips and sucked it gently while I squeezed and stroked his knot.
Duffy grunted and began humping wildly.  He dribbled some precum and once
again I felt his knot shrink.  But this time he didn't pull away... he
shoved everything he had into my mouth and hammered away.  The insides of
his thighs pounded against my cheeks and temples, and his ball sack slapped
my chin.  As his thrusting trailed off, his knot swelled up to a
comfortable mouthful while he power-washed my tonsils with hot jets of his
seed.  I backed away from him some so I could enjoy the taste of the stuff.
It was fresh and sweet and tasty with a little bit of a metallic tang to
it, the nicest I'd had in some time.  He stayed with me a good fifteen
minutes or so until his cum spurts trailed off and his erection faded.

  Duffy finished up and sat down to lick himself clean.  I was ready for my
turn, so I pulled off my shorts to see if he was interested in me.  I
offered him my cock and he sniffed at it, then lay down with his front paws
on either side of it.  There was already some precum there to make it
interesting, so he worked my foreskin back with his tongue and those little
nipper teeth up front.  He licked at my cock head fiercely, then started
down by my balls and licked along the shaft with long, slow strokes to the
tip.  It didn't take very much of that before I exploded all over his face
and paws.  He got a startled expression on his face and I almost laughed
out loud at how goofy he looked, sitting there with my cum all over his
muzzle and dripping off his chin in long strings.  I wiped it off all the
places he couldn't reach and he greedily slurped up every drop.  I finished
cleaning him up and we curled up together for a nice, long snuggle.

  It wasn't more than another day or two before the neighborhood mutts
figured out that Sasha was in heat.  A few of them would sit in the front
yard and howl until Helga chased them away with a broom or squirted them
with the hose.  One of the "regulars" was a chocolate Labrador named
Hunter.  He was big and fat and he sure wasn't the brightest light on the
street, but he was friendly and loveable... and he had a package on him
that would make a Clydesdale stallion jealous.  I'd known him for years and
I would sometimes sneak him up to my apartment when Helga wasn't home.
Dave, his owner, knew about the visits, but I'm pretty sure he didn't have
a clue what was going on.  He stopped me on the street once:

  "Hey Chuck, I notice Hunter's been spending a lot of time over there."

   (Uh-oh...)  "Yeah, he's just visiting.  Y'know, I always had dogs when I
was a kid and I miss 'em sometimes.  It's nice having him around."

  "Oh, OK.  I sure do hope you're not feeding him though."

  (Whew!)  "Nope, I see he's got a little bit of a weight problem there.
He just comes up for the company."

  "All right then.  If he gets to be a pest, just send him home.  I don't
care if he visits, just don't be feedin' him."

  "No problem, I won't."

  One night after work, I took Duffy out for a walk and Hunter followed us
home.  It was well after midnight and nobody else was up, so I brought
Hunter upstairs.  Between the smell of Sasha being in heat and just knowing
what usually happened when he visited me, he was already showing pink and
dripping all over the place.  I took him into the kitchen and proceeded to
suck him off while I played with his massive balls.  He always squirted
like a fire hose when he came, faster than I could swallow it.  Rivulets of
cum trickled down my chin, which Duffy lapped away.  I backed off Hunter's
enormous cock for a minute to see if Duffy would like to try some straight
from the tap.  Sure enough, he loved it.  Hunter seemed to like it as well.
The three of us shared the rest of the load until the fat, old Lab was
drained.

  As I was putting Hunter's penis away, Duffy was getting horny.  He was
trying to hump Hunter from all different angles, but being inexperienced he
wasn't sure how to go about it.  He got into some crazy position with his
front legs wrapped around Hunter's hindquarters, and was poking him in his
ample belly as he humped.  I got a crazy idea and pulled Duffy alongside
Hunter and guided his thrusts into the opening of Hunter's sheath.  Since
Duffy was about half Hunter's size, his cock slipped easily into the bigger
dog's sheath, knot and all!  Hunter stood there with his tail twisted to
one side like a bitch that was being bred while Duffy humped him silly.
Duffy finished humping and dismounted, then turned so he was butt to belly
with the big dog.  He was actually tied with Hunter's sheath!  The Lab was
standing there with his eyes half closed and a goofy grin on his face.  I
reached underneath him and was surprised to find there were two knots, as
well as two orgasms going on.  Hunter was happily squirting his load onto
Duffy's balls and belly fur while Duffy was filling his sheath.  I was
ready and managed to catch the flood of cum that poured out of Hunter's
sheath when they separated.  Both the dogs seemed to enjoy doing this, so
we did it every chance we got.

  When Duffy had been with me about a year, it came time to make the annual
trip to the vet.  Anyone who has a dog has been there, or should be anyway.
You know, updating the rabies and all the other shots, the heartworm test
and all.  Well, I had been using the vet that Helga recommended, but this
time he had a new resident.  I'm not sure if that's what you call them, but
I mean a new vet just out of school who spends a couple of years working
with an old timer before they go into their own practice.  Sara was a
Scottish redhead, with a brogue thick enough to cut with a knife.  We don't
get too many outsiders around these parts, and I just loved listening to
her.

   I have to admit that Sarah has an interesting way of getting acquainted
with her patients.  The moment I stepped into the examining room with
Duffy, she threw her hands up and squealed, "Oww, 'e's such an 'andsome
fellow, isn't 'e!"

  I thought sure she was going to scare him half to death, but Duffy's ears
went back, his little, short tail wagged furiously and he started bouncing
up and down!  Sarah sat down on the floor and put her arms around Duffy's
middle and flipped him over on his back so he was lying belly-up between
her knees.  She kissed him on the nose and ran her hands over every square
inch of him, all the while keeping up a running commentary in a squeaky,
baby-talk voice.

   As her hands went between his thighs, her eyes got big and she giggled a
little and said, "I see Duffy lad's still got all his dangly bits, then,
hasn't he?"

I braced myself for the usual lecture about the 'Evils of Keeping an
Unneutered Dog,' but Sarah didn't deliver that at all.  Instead, she put
one hand on either side of Duffy's penis and shook it from side to side as
she sang in a silly, high-pitched voice:

"Oh, one day in May when Mary lay a-sleepin'
 Along come a corporal on hands and knees a-creepin'
 With his long funny dingle-dangle
 Way down to his knees..."

   Needless to say, I about died of embarrassment!  I wondered if maybe I
should leave the room and give them a little privacy.  Duffy, however, was
anything but embarrassed.  He squirmed with sheer delight, and kissed Sarah
on the chin.  I tried not to look, but I couldn't help but notice a
telltale bulge near the base of his sheath, and a tiny bit of pink showing
at the tip.  The rest of the visit was uneventful, though Duffy seemed to
behave a little better than he usually does at the vet.  He took all the
shots, a very thorough examination, and even the blood drawing for the
heartworm test without struggling.

  "So how is he?" I asked.  "Is everything all right?"

  "Yes, of course!" Sarah replied.  "We'll not have the heartworm results
until evening, but I shan't expect there'll be any problem with that.  One
thing you should consider since you've not had him neutered, is perhaps you
should toss 'im off from time to time."

  "Toss him off...?  Oh, er, okay."  I felt my face flushing red as it
struck me exactly what she was suggesting.

  "You're a gent, you know how that works, I trust."  Sarah curled her
fingers and made the appropriate stroking motions as she spoke, further
adding to my embarrassment.

  "Well, um, yeah.  I... We've been taking care of that."

  "Once a week or so is enough; a bit more often, perhaps, if you've a
bitch on heat nearby."

  "Gotcha.  'Nuff said."  I'd read that in a couple of books, but hearing
it from the vet, especially a female one, was somewhat of a shock.
  
  Sarah pronounced Duffy "fit for duty," hugged and kissed him one more
time, and sent us on our way.

  On the ride home, Duffy sat very close to me and leaned against my right
shoulder.  While we were stopped at an intersection, I put my arm around
him and rubbed my cheek on the top of his head, and sniffed his fur a
little.  He doesn't have a noticeable "doggy" smell as most dogs do, just a
very slight scent of musk.  One of Duffy's peculiarities is that when he
gets sexually aroused, whether by another dog or when he and I "play
around," that musk becomes much stronger and more pungent.  Even to my
poor, human olfactory sense.  It's not an unpleasant smell at all; in fact,
I kind of like it.  It's a warm, earthy animal smell.  Some people even
spend good money on stuff that makes them smell sort of like that.
Pheromones... that's the word.  Duffy's production of pheromones must have
been through the roof that morning, judging from how he smelled.  I took a
quick look around to make sure we weren't being watched-all clear, no other
cars.  I reached between his haunches and slid my thumb and forefinger
along his sheath to see if he was hard at all... He wasn't, but the tuft of
hair at the end was pretty wet.  A quick sniff of my fingers and then a
taste told me the moisture was definitely not pee!  I guess Sarah got him
more excited than I realized.  Well, we had a couple of hours before I had
to leave for work, so maybe we could "toss him off" a little ahead of
schedule.

  Duffy, it seems, had the very same idea. When he gets a little bit horny,
he doesn't hump my leg, but he has his own, more subtle ways of letting me
know that he wants to play.  If he's really horny, though, he sometimes
gets a little impatient.  No sooner were we up the stairs and through the
door before he started pawing at my feet and nudging my hands with his
nose.  He herded me into the bedroom and over to the throw rug next to the
bed, our "special" place.  I got down on my hands and knees and in one
fluid motion, Duffy slid over my head and onto my back.  His penis found my
mouth with no assistance from me, though he did shoot a tiny spurt of
precum against my upper lip on the way in.  He thrust in to the hilt and I
let him take a few dozen strokes until I felt the warm, tingly wetness of
his semen spreading over the back of my throat. His hot breath puffed
against the small of my back where my shirt had ridden up and he rested his
muzzle. As Duffy pounded away at my face, his rhythm just about matched
that of the crazy, old song Sarah was singing during the earlier incident.
I stifled a giggle as it occurred to me that it would be kind of difficult
to sing a Scottish bawdy song with a six-inch Texas heeler cock in my
mouth!

  I pushed him back some and sucked hard on the pointed tip of his cock,
while I gathered his balls and knot in my right hand and massaged them in
rhythm with his orgasmic contractions.  As his ejaculation trailed off to a
long, slow drip, I let his knot slip back into my mouth and kept it there
until he went slack and pulled away.  As always, it was time for his treat
now and he knew it.  Duffy nuzzled and pawed my hands eagerly, making it
difficult for me to unbuckle my belt and drop my pants.  Once I got my cock
out and slid my foreskin back, I bucked my hips as Duffy lapped at the head
furiously.  It wasn't but a few seconds before I shot a huge load in his
mouth.  He looked quite happy and contented, licking his chops as he lay
down for a nap.

  I had the taste of him in my mouth for most of the night at work.
Sometimes it's a good thing that the mill stinks so badly; there's no way
that my co-workers could have smelled the dog cum on my breath.

  One Saturday morning, Duffy woke me up by nudging me with his nose.  It's
his usual way of reminding me that it's time for his breakfast.  In our
standard Saturday routine, Duffy gets a soft-boiled egg added to his usual
dry dog food, and just enough bacon drippings to give it some flavor.  He
sat patiently while I put it all together because he knows that if it takes
a long time to prepare, it must be something really good!  When we'd both
finished eating, I went to let him out the back stairs to the fenced area
to relieve himself.  He balked at the doorway, then trotted over to the
coat rack and pawed at his leash.  Duffy is very good at communicating
exactly what he wants.

  I clipped on his leash and he led me out the front door.  When we go for
a walk, I pretty much let him go where he wants to; he knows where all the
unfriendly dogs (and humans) are and avoids them.  One of our favorite
trails runs from the far side of the County road down through the woods and
along the riverbank.  It was a beautiful, sunny spring day, and as soon as
we were a good distance from the road I unhooked the leash and let Duffy
walk free.  He trotted along in front of me carrying a huge stick he had
found, and it didn't seem to bother him at all when the ends of it would
crash against the underbrush at the edges of the path.  We came up on a
grassy meadow where Duffy flopped over onto his back and began to roll with
doggy abandon.  I lay down next to him, chewing on a grass stem as I
admired his beautiful, canine body.  His exuberance became more apparent as
a glistening, pink missile protruded from the end of his sheath and a
rounded bulge formed at its base.  I couldn't help but reach over and
gently fondle his growing knot.  He lay still and grinned a little as my
fingers played on his maleness, then leaned over and gave me a kiss on the
ear.

  I was beginning to feel a bulge of my own when Duffy suddenly snorted and
jumped to his feet.  He stared back down the footpath, with his ears
forward and his stumpy tail straight out behind him.  When he alerts like
that, I always worry that someone might be watching us.  This time, someone
was... it was Roxy, the neighborhood slut.  Roxy was Rottweiler and
Shepherd, or something of the sort.  She was big, sweet and horny.  The
surprising thing about her was that she would accept a male just about any
time.  She didn't need to be in heat.  In fact, I don't remember ever
seeing her in heat.  You didn't have to be a male dog, either.  I'd had
more than a few rolls in the hay with her myself.  Roxy trotted over and
greeted us with a wagging tail, squinted eyes and a huge, scary grin.  She
hadn't seen Duffy up close and personal before, and she seemed to find him
as attractive and sexy as I did.  Being the slut that she is, she
immediately ducked her head under his belly and took three or four long,
noisy sniffs at his sheath opening, the hair along the ridge of her back
bristling as she did.

  Roxy's tail flagged a few times and she made humping motions with her
hips as her tongue darted around Duffy's manly parts.  She turned around
and twisted her tail to one side as she presented her rump to him for
mounting.  He took a lick or two at her vulva before his instincts kicked
in and he reared up to mount her.  I grabbed Duffy around the shoulders and
pulled him off her just before he got to where he was headed.

  "No!  Mine!" I snapped.

  Duffy whined softly and had the most pathetic expression on his face I'd
ever seen on a dog, but it was pretty obvious he understood just who was
the alpha dog around here.

  Roxy automatically assumed the customary position-flat on her back with
her hind legs splayed-and swished her tail from side to side.  Her canine
pussy twitched and bobbed, the dark lips occasionally parting to reveal her
light pink clit.  I got on all fours and pushed my tongue into her briefly,
until it felt like my raging erection was going to bust right through my
zipper... or at least I might lose my load in my pants.  I undid my belt
and zipper and got my jeans down around my knees in record time.  Hunching
over Roxy, I carefully lowered myself onto-and into-her.  My cock slid home
into her now-familiar tunnel, and she sighed and licked her lips noisily
while her powerful vaginal muscles tugged and squeezed at me.  She wrapped
her front legs around my chest and grunted as she met each of my thrusts
with at least two of her own.  The sensation of her hard, muscular body
covered with soft, smooth fur pressed tightly against me, coupled with the
mixture of doggy musk and the smells of the late-spring vegetation pretty
much put me into sensory overload.  I held back as long as I could, but she
gasped and shuddered as she went into a series of powerful, orgasmic
contractions.  I erupted into her; I felt her relax and she closed her eyes
and panted softly as my warm, sticky cum spread over her insides.

  I stayed with Roxy for a while, rubbing her glossy, black-and-tan cheeks
with my thumbs while I kissed her gently on the muzzle.  Her contractions
continued, though more slowly and gently, but they were enough to keep me
half hard and kept a little twitching and tingling feeling going deep
inside my groin somewhere.  I was just about to reluctantly pull away from
her when... THUD!  I felt fur and muscle slam against my back.  Duffy had
been waiting for "sloppy seconds" and I guess he got a little impatient.  I
was about to shove him off me when I felt the cheeks of my butt parted by a
wet, slippery missile.  Before I came to my senses and realized just what
was happening, he had gripped me tightly about the waist and driven his
cock home inside me.  Now, this isn't really one of my favorite things to
do with a male dog, but it just kind of happens once in a while.  It's
damned uncomfortable, though.  Now, wouldn't that have been a hell of a
sight to see, me sandwiched between two dogs, my cock buried in one and the
other with his cock buried in me!  Roxy snorted, I think she was laughing
at me!

  Duffy's humping and the throbbing of his knot against my prostate somehow
stimulated me to another orgasm.  My aching balls pumped a few more volleys
of cum into Roxy, and she responded in kind.  Duffy finally pulled out of
my ass with a wet, squishy 'pop' sound and sat down nearby to lick himself
clean.  I rolled over and lay on my back in the cool, green grass and let
Roxy lick me clean.  All gloriously gratified, the two dogs and I rolled
and snuggled lazily in the meadow until it was time to head home for
dinner.

  The dogs and I were strolling lazily along the riverbank towards home
when Roxy took a sudden detour after a ground squirrel.  Duffy took off
after her in hot pursuit.  I stumbled behind them through the woods and up
a small knoll.  The three of us came to a rather abrupt halt at the top of
the hill where we beheld a sight that seemed to be as startling to the dogs
as it was to me!  Sarah, the vet, sat on a big rock with her two huge,
brindle-colored English mastiffs, Maggie and Winston alongside.  She'd told
me about them a time or two, but this was the first time I'd actually seen
them.  I don't think she was aware that we were there, especially
considering what she was doing.  She was rubbing Winston's chest with one
hand, and her other hand was... cupped around his sheath!  She was jacking
him off in time to another one of those crazy, old songs she was always
singing:

"...The carlin clew her wanton tail,
 Her wanton tail sae ready,
 I learn'd a sang in Annandale,
 Nine inch will please a lady..."

Winston bucked his hips a bit and reached a paw toward her shoulder, but
she stopped stroking him and wagged a finger at him.

  "Let's not get so impatient now, sweetie lad, good things comes to those
as waits," she scolded him playfully.

  She slid his sheath back, exposing what had to be the most colossal
doggie cock I'd ever laid eyes on.  The most surprising thing was that it
looked like it was only half-hard!  She turned it slightly in her hand,
examining the entire surface.

  Sarah turned towards Maggie and said softly, "It's lovely, isn't it girl?
Pity I've spayed you and you can't try it on for size.  Ah, well.  He's
your brother anyway an' that wouldn't do at all."

  She went on stroking Winston's magnificent penis and giggled as his knot
grew to mammoth proportions in her hand.  Huge drops of clear fluid fell
from the end, but when the clear drops turned to white spurts, Sarah leaned
over and took the pointy tip in her mouth for several minutes.  Maggie
nudged Sarah's cheek with her nose and lapped at Winston's shaft between
Sarah's hand and lips.

  "Mmm, mmm... lovely stuff, Maggie.  Would you like a taste, then?"  She
backed away and allowed Maggie to have her way with him.

  Maggie snuffled and slurped at her brother's cock until Winston had spent
his load and withdrawn into his sheath.  She paced back and forth a few
times, humping slightly as she did, but then rolled over onto her back in
front of Sarah.

  "So you'd like a bit o' that as well, eh, Mags?"

Sarah hooked two fingers in front of Maggie's vulva and rubbed her briskly.
Maggie crossed her front paws over her chest while her back legs flailed
wildly.  After a short time, she stopped thrashing around and just closed
her eyes and relaxed.  Sarah got down on her hands and knees and slipped
her tongue right between the lips of Maggie's cunt!  Maggie squirmed a
little and let out a deep sigh of pleasure.  Spent as I was, I was getting
a zipper-busting erection again just from watching them... until Roxy
sneezed loudly.

  Sarah sat up and looked straight at us, but didn't seem startled.
"Charles!  Oh, don't look so shocked love!  It's not like you're a stranger
to all this.  We were watchin' you and the dogs a bit earlier, quite the
sandwich ye had there!"

  Duffy strode over to the two enormous mastiffs, confident as could be.
He dropped to his elbows in a play bow, with his butt sticking up in the
air and his short tail wagging furiously.  After a minute or two of
bristling and eye rolling, the big dogs sniffed him all over.  Roxy chose
to keep her distance and hid behind my legs.

   "I... I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff," I stammered.  "Or
anyone else, for that matter.  I thought I was sort of unique."

  "Not at all.  I've seen a fair number of dogs-and horses, too-who I
suspect have had relations of one sort or another with humans.  Some
abusive, I'm afraid, but when everyone enjoys it, I suppose it's not
abuse."

  "Well, I... er, we're all willing partners.  I would never force myself
on them."

  Sarah smiled.  "I don't suppose you'd be standing there speaking to me,
had-Roxy, is it? -been unwilling."

  I grinned sheepishly. "If I pushed her away, she probably would have hurt
me!"

  "You enjoy the gents as well, eh?  I like it both ways with the dogs
myself, though I've no interest in men.  Or women either."  Sarah hugged
the two monstrous canines and kissed each of them on the muzzle.  "Winston
is nearly as good as any husband, except that he's not especially good at
mending things about the house!"

  "I wouldn't think so," I grinned.  "What happened with Duffy earlier was
kind of unusual," I explained.  "Usually I take him... the other way."

  "Orally, then. No doubt a lovely young lad like him is quite tasty."
Sarah suddenly switched back into the veterinarian mode.  "You ought to
give him a good rinsing when you get him home. Lukewarm water and a tiny
bit of mild soap."

  "OK, sure... I'll do that.  But do you mind if I ask a personal question,
Sarah?"

  "Ask away, dear, but don't be offended if I choose not to answer."

  "Well, I hope I'm not too far out of line.  How in the world did you get
started doing things like this with dogs?"

  Sarah took a deep breath and looked around, as if to make sure no one
else was nearby.  "To the best of my recollection, I suppose I was about
twelve or thirteen when it happened the first time.  Daddy owned a pub, and
there was a fellow named Bob used to drink there.  Bob had a lovely Border
collie named Pip who would come with him and Pip and I got to be close
friends.  Well, from time to time, Bob would get pissing drunk and get into
a bit of a row with the other blokes."

  "To make a long story short, the constables dragged him off more than
once, and Pip would stay with us until Bob got out of the lock-up next
morning.  He was a sweet dog, but also quite the stud... he taught me
things about the male canine anatomy that you can't learn in veterinary
school!  He was my first boyfriend and after him, the human lads were
simply boring."  Sarah grinned slyly.  "So I've told you mine, let's hear
yours, then."

  "Sure.  I guess I was about the same age, thirteen, maybe fourteen.  My
family had a female Doberman, and when she came into heat, she kept pushing
her butt against my crotch.  I wasn't sure what was going on at first, but
once I figured out what she wanted, I just had to try it.  After about the
tenth time in four days, we were both hooked!"

  Sarah nodded.  "And what about the gents?  What got you interested in
them?"

  "The neighbors had a male husky who would come visit.  Every time I would
get down on the ground when he was nearby, he would jump on me and start
humping.  Once I jacked him off just to see if it would work, and we both
liked it.  So one day I was rolling around on the ground with him and he
had some pink showing... I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I
just put my mouth on it and sucked him."

  Sarah nodded and licked her lips.  "Ah, yes... huskies.  I've sampled one
or two.  Quite nice!"  "Er, not to rush off, but the pups and I have a bit
of unfinished business to take care of, if you know what I mean."  She
winked and rubbed the front of her jeans.

  "Oh, yeah.  I forgot about that.  Enjoy!"

  Sarah giggled.  "That I will, I can assure you!  And don't forget to give
your boy a rinse.  He'll be much more pleasant next time you want him in
your mouth."  She reached under Duffy and tickled his sheath as she kissed
him between the eyes.  "He's such a sweet fellow, and he's got a cute
little Willie!"

  I just nodded and waved.  "Will do. See you next time."

  We each collected our assortment of dogs and wandered off on our separate
ways into the early evening.

  A few years back, I had a couple of weeks off work as my section of the
plant was being refitted for a new product.  I decided this was as good a
time as any for a road trip back east to visit my parents.  I hadn't seen
them since I stayed there for a few weeks just after I got back from the
Gulf.  Of course, Duffy went along with me; my parents love dogs and were
eager to see their 'grandpup.'  I was fairly sure that the old truck would
never make the 1800-mile round trip, so I rented a little shit-box car from
the company that says, "All those miles are free."  The trip took two days.
I imagine I could have made it in one, but the thought of 18 to 20 hours in
a Geo Metro didn't appeal to me, especially with a lively dog!

  My parents loved Duffy right off the bat, though they made the same
comments most everyone does... first "What happened to his tail?" and Mom
must have said "Oh, those eyes!" about seven or eight times the first day.
Dad was pretty fond of him; Duffy spent most of the first evening curled up
in his lap on the couch while we sat around talking.  The family member who
was most taken with him, though, was my old girl Mariah.  She was a
Malamute - Shepherd mix who had been my lover from high school until I went
into the Army.  My folks had her spayed after I left home and she was
getting along in years, but she seemed to be just as horny as ever.  While
everyone was exchanging greetings, she kept humping Duffy and people's legs
until Mom finally had to put her outside.  Mariah was a little better
behaved late in the evening and I joined her on the living room floor and
gave her a tummy rub.  The memories of the things we used to do together
came back as vivid as if we'd done it this morning.  So vivid that I was
getting a raging hardon just thinking about it.  She must have sensed it
because she was licking her lips, and when I glanced down at her pussy it
was twitching up and down.  Good thing I was lying on my belly or everyone
would have seen my bulge.

  The topic of the conversation ranged from the latest neighborhood gossip
to Christmas gifts.  I'd sent Mom a video of "Homeward Bound: The
Incredible Journey," and of course we had to get it out and watch it one
more time.  Pretty good flick, but I'm not too wild about how they gave the
animals voices.  Then Mom made a comment that just about floored me.

  "You know, that Chance sure is a well hung dog, isn't he?"

  It's not that I didn't agree 100 percent, but that just isn't something
you expect your Mom to say!  I sank back into my chair and said something
like "Yeah, sure, I guess so..." and hoped I wasn't turning too red.  Dad
just glared at her briefly and shook his head.

  At bedtime, I went up to my old room and it was like nothing had changed,
except there were two dogs galloping up the stairs ahead of me instead of
just Mariah.  Just like in the old days I closed the door behind me and
removed the dogs' collars to eliminate the telltale clanking of tags.  I
just had to have one more romp with Mariah for old times' sake, at least
whatever she was still willing and able to do.  I wet my finger and worked
it into her vagina.  I could only get it in up to the second joint, so
penetration was out.  She didn't seem to mind at all, she squeezed on it
and humped a little just like always.  I pulled my finger out of her and
offered it to Duffy.  He was very interested and stamped his back feet as
he licked it.  I fondled his sheath and found him to be half-hard, so I led
him to the source of that nice smell.  He didn't waste too much time
sniffing and licking, but mounted her instead.

  He humped with those short strokes that a dog having trouble finding just
the right spot uses.  After a half dozen or so tries he was getting
frustrated, so I got under Mariah on my hands and knees and gently guided
Duffy's penis into my mouth.  As soon as he felt he'd found a wet hole, he
started thrusting wildly and spurted huge volumes of cum against the back
of my throat.  I pressed his knot against Mariah's pussy to give them both
more pleasure.  I backed off of Duffy briefly and caught a few of his
squirts in my cupped hand and offered them to Mariah.  She lapped it up
like it was Ambrosia... I'm sure it had been a long time since she'd tasted
any of that stuff.  Duffy finished up and wandered off to clean himself,
but Mariah was just getting started... my turn!

  I lay on my back with my head between Mariah's back legs, and patted her
rump down until she was sitting on my face.  I pushed my tongue into her
pussy, savoring the interesting mixture of tastes in there; a little of her
own and some tasty precum that Duffy had left.  The more I licked and
sucked her female parts, the more they twitched and throbbed until she got
so excited that she humped vigorously against my mouth.  She kept right on
rubbing herself against my face, humping as well as any male could and
bringing herself to orgasm again and again.  Considering how old Mariah
was, and the fact that she'd been spayed for quite a few years, she was
unbelievably horny! After a while, she seemed to get enough of it and ran
around the room a few times.  She snatched one of my sneakers off the floor
and shook it violently like she was killing some little animal, then
released it so it went flying across the room and hit the door with a loud
thump.  I'd almost forgotten how Mariah liked to "kill" something during
her orgasm dance.

  A few seconds later, Dad tapped on the door and asked, "What the hell's
going on in there?  You OK?"

  "Yeah, sure...  I'm trying to get some sleep here, but Mariah and Duffy
decided it's time for a wrestling match!"  Duffy, who had been dozing in a
corner, raised his head and looked at me with a "Who, me?" kind of
expression.

  "Yeah, she gets like that sometimes when a younger dog comes to visit.
Why don't you throw 'em both outside for a few minutes so they can run it
off."

  I put my jeans back on and took the dogs downstairs and out the back
door.  They chased each other around the yard a time or two, and then I led
them to a dark, isolated part of the yard just beyond the garden area.  I
dropped my pants down around my ankles and squatted down in front of the
dogs to let them have their way with my cock.  For the first few licks,
they took turns nice as you please, but then Mariah pulled rank and bared
her fangs at Duffy.  He backed away and let her have the big load of cum I
shot in her mouth, but he quickly found something equally tasty to lick
between Mariah's haunches.  You know, it could have just been the shadows
or the dim light, but it sure looked to me like Mariah had an evil grin on
her face!

  Mariah made absolutely sure that Duffy and I were both thoroughly
drained, then the two of them got into a scent-marking contest.  They peed
on every tree, bush, rock and fence post on the property.  Mariah could
hike her leg and mark things nearly as well as any male could, but she
spent a lot of time sniffing the spots Duffy had marked before re-anointing
them herself.  She would finish the job by scratching the ground with her
hind feet, sending divots of earth and grass flying behind her.  The damp,
heavy night air carried their scents easily to my poor, underdeveloped
human nose and it was surprising how distinctly different they were.
Mariah's was a heavy, burnt/skunky smell, while Duffy's was a sharp musk
mixed with an almost fruity scent.  It's peculiar what you notice when
you're walking the dogs in the middle of the night.  When every stationary
object had been properly marked, we all went back upstairs.  After some
jockeying for the choice spots on the bed, I was soon wedged between two
snoring dogs and joined them shortly thereafter.

  The next morning I awoke to find my underwear pulled down around my
knees, my foreskin pulled back and my genital area damp and sticky with
drying dog drool.  Duffy lay on his back beside me with his paws crossed
over his chest and a tiny bit of pink peeking from his sheath.  The fur on
and around his genitals was similarly soggy.  Mariah lay at the foot of the
bed, with that same evil grin I'd seen on her face the previous night.
There was little doubt as to who had done the dirty deeds.  I poked her in
the tummy with my toe.  "You're still an old slut, aren't you?"  Mariah
just thumped her tail.

  All too soon it was time for Duffy and me to pack up and head home.
Along the way, I wondered if Mom was somehow aware of my preferences and
was trying to humor me, or if she really appreciates the wonders of the
canine anatomy the same way I do.  I decided to push my luck a little and
made a mental note to send her a snapshot I had of Duffy and Hunter
wrestling on the kitchen floor.  They were both on their backs, and you
could see... everything!  No comments, of course, other than whom the big,
brown dog was.  Next time she called, she (jokingly, I think?) asked if I
could bring Hunter along on my next visit.  I guess I come by my unusually
profound love for animals honestly.

  Duffy and I have enjoyed each other's bodies for quite a few years now.
It seemed like we would go on forever.  But two years ago when Duffy was
nine, it suddenly became clear that we wouldn't.  We were having our usual
bedtime cuddle: the kind that involves plenty of licking, groping and
tickling.  I was rolling both of his balls between my fingers when I became
aware that the right testicle was noticeably larger than the left one.
Closer inspection revealed that it had a pronounced bump on one end as well
as an irregular shape.  This was not good; previously they had been nearly
identical.  The next morning I made an appointment with Sarah to have him
checked out.

  Sarah agreed that it did not look good, and her recommendation was to
neuter him immediately!

  I was totally shocked.  "Neuter him?  Will you have to take them both
off?"

  Sarah switched to the strictly business mode.  "I'm afraid so.  The
irregular shape suggests the possibility of a carcinoma, and it's likely
spread to the other testicle if not other organs."

  "Damn.  Well, do what you have to do, I don't want to lose him."  I felt
tears welling up in my eyes at the horrible thought.

  Sarah placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.  "There, there, love.  I
more than anyone understand precisely how much he means to you.  I'll do
everything I can."

  "I'm sure, but even if... when everything turns out fine, remember, he's
my... partner."

  "Yes, of course I remember that.  I can't promise you miracles, and he'll
be different, but I have yet to see a neutered male dog become totally
impotent.  Especially a very active fellow like Duffy, who has had more
than his share of adventures."

  Small reassurance, but better than nothing, I thought.  "I guess I'll
just have to hope for the best and love him as he is, even if he can't do
the physical part any more."

  Sarah grinned a little and winked.  "And if ye can't bear the thought of
the poor lad paddin' about minus his bollocks, we've got these."  She
reached into a drawer and plopped a small, rounded object into my hand.
"Prosthetics."

  "Prosthetics?"  I rolled the thing around in my hand and gave it a little
squeeze.  It felt like... a dog's testicle!  The right shape,
weight... just about the right amount of 'give.'  "Oh, no.  You're
kidding!"

  "Not at all!"  She opened the door to a back office and whistled.  "Bear!
Come on in, boy!"

  A large, black Labrador mix padded into the examining room and touched
noses with Duffy.  I let Bear sniff my hand and he greeted me like an old
friend.

  "Go on then, have a feel," Sarah insisted.  "He's used to it, he'll not
mind at all."

  I gingerly cupped my hand under Bear's scrotum. His tail kept wagging, so
I gave him a good going over.  He felt quite natural.

  "They're prosthetics, like the one I showed you," Sarah repeated.  "Those
are the newer sort, a bit more expensive, but they feel more like the real
thing."  She bent down and whispered in my ear.  "Have a little romp if
you'd like.  Bear would love to show you what a neutered bloke can do.
Nothing to do with his implants, mind you.  Those are strictly for looks."

  I wrapped my well-practiced fingers around Bear's sheath.  I squeezed his
knot and the area just behind it with an orgasmic rhythm.  Within seconds,
his knot throbbed and began expanding.  A pink missile protruded from his
sheath opening and a small bead of clear fluid appeared at the tip.  My
pants were rising and my mouth was watering, but I didn't want to get too
carried away.  When Bear made a couple of thrusts with his hindquarters,
Duffy sidled up to him and attempted to mount him sideways and backwards
like he used to do with his old buddy Hunter.

  Sarah looked puzzled.  "What the bloody hell is he trying to do?"

  I grabbed Duffy's collar and pulled him off Bear.  "Um... He... likes
other guys sometimes.  I'll tell you about it another time."

  Sarah nodded.  "I see.  Well, bring him in for the surgery next Thursday
morning and we'll keep our fingers crossed.  Don't let him have anything to
eat or drink after 6 P.M. Wednesday.  In the meantime, you may enjoy his
last days as an entire male.  It shouldn't have any bearing on his
recovery, as long as you don't overdo it."

  "One more thing.  Could I borrow Bear while Duffy's in the hospital?" I
asked, just kidding.

  Sarah smiled.  "I doubt it, but I could ask.  He belongs to Dr. Rob."
She winked and whispered in my ear, "I've had more than a few romps with
this fellow myself... He's lovely!"

  "Really...  Well, if Duffy is anywhere near this sexy after he's
neutered, I won't complain."

  "Neither will he, I'm quite certain.  See you next Thursday."

  Over the next several days, Duffy and I made love as often as practical.
On one occasion, I caught his semen in my hand and was shocked to find a
tiny streak of blood in it.  Early the next morning, we made that dreaded
trip to the vet.  Sarah asked if I was squeamish at all, and when I said I
wasn't she offered to let me watch the procedure.  She gave Duffy a small
injection of Valium to calm him, then some isofluorane gas.  He closed his
eyes and went completely limp.  She shaved his scrotum and the back part of
his sheath and made a small incision just behind his knot.  I felt just a
tiny bit queasy as Sarah made the cut, but it passed quickly. She squeezed
his testicles out through the opening one at a time and tied off the ducts
and blood vessels before snipping them. One was smooth and glistening with
a whitish color, while the other had a purplish, lumpy mass at one end.
She slipped the two grayish-colored replacements back through the incision,
squeezed them into position and used an instrument that looked and sounded
suspiciously like a stapler to close him up.  The whole operation only took
about ten minutes!

  Sarah picked up the diseased testicle.  "It looks rather nasty, but you
can see the lesion hasn't broken out of the capsule.  We'll send this to
the laboratory, but I think his chances are good."  She picked up the
healthy-looking one and hefted it a bit.  "This testicle is empty.  You
wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you, Charles?" she said
in a tone of mock accusation.

  "It wasn't me.  He masturbates.  A lot," I joked.

  Sarah gathered up Duffy's now disembodied testicles and carried them
across the room as she launched into another one of her silly, old bawdy
songs:

  "...When the ram was dead, sir,
  They buried him in St. Paul's.
  It took twelve men and a donkey cart
  To carry away his..."

  Plop, plop!  She dropped Duffy's balls into a plastic sample container
and screwed on the lid.

  
Sarah cleaned up Duffy's freshly remodeled genitals, daubed the incision
with a bright orange antiseptic and gave him an antibiotic injection.  We
wheeled him into the kennel area where I helped her lift him into a cage.
On Sarah's suggestion, I left before Duffy regained consciousness.  I went
back to pick him up the following morning and he greeted me like nothing
had happened.  Aside from being shaved and a little swollen, he looked
about the same as always.  Duffy has never been one to mess with himself
and he recovered quickly.

  I managed to keep my hands off him for several weeks, until he was
completely healed and the scar had nearly disappeared.  He hadn't made any
advances towards me and I was beginning to wonder if he would ever be
interested in any kind of sexual activity again.  Just about the time my
curiosity had gotten the better of me, Duffy seemed to be showing some
interest.  I was lying in bed in my underwear when he suddenly landed on
top of me.  He straddled me and ground his sheath against my belly as he
licked my lips.  No doubt about it, he was getting hard!

  He humped against me, then stood over me humping air with a lot of pink
showing.  Taking his less-than-subtle hint, I got down onto all fours on
the rug next to the bed.  Duffy jumped on me, and wrapping his forelegs
around my middle, he thrust his pink missile between my lips.  He seemed a
bit drier and the taste of him was somewhat different, maybe not as strong
tasting as he was before.  There was no precum at all while he was humping
but once he knotted up and orgasmed, a trickle of some sort of tasty fluid
came out him. Everywhere it touched my mucous membranes it left that
numbing, tingly feeling that doggy cum always gives me.  He stayed with me
for a shorter time than he did when he had real balls, but it was perfectly
satisfactory and better than I expected.
 
It's been more than two years now since I had to have Duffy neutered.
Fortunately, there was no sign that the cancer had spread to other parts of
his body, and he hasn't had any more problems.  I found a soft lump in his
belly, directly over his sheath, but Sarah says it's just a fatty tumor and
it's very common in older, neutered males.  He's just as randy as he ever
was, if not more.  We still have our nightly playtime where we rub against
each other, I fondle his penis and his artificial nuts, and culminating in
a blowjob.  The big difference now is that it doesn't take anything out of
him anymore and he wants to do it again fifteen minutes later!

  He still likes girl dogs, too.  One morning while I was eating breakfast,
I happened to see Duffy slipping out the back door and down the stairs.  I
had seen him more or less out of the corner of my eye, and didn't give it
much thought at the time; I just figured he had to pee or whatever.  Now
that I think back on it, he kind of had that 'man-on-a-mission' look about
him.  Well, I found out just what he was up to when I heard Helga hollering
at him.

  "Ach!  You horny little bastard!  Charlie, get down here!"  She yelled
some other things at him in German that I'm pretty sure were cuss words.

  I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down on the lower landing
where Duffy and Sasha were tied butt to butt.  Helga stood there with her
arms folded and a scowl on her face, glaring first at the dogs, then at me.

  "I thought you said you had that dog fixed," she snapped.

  "I did," I replied as I descended the stairs.

  "Then how come he still can do this?"

  I shrugged.  "Beats me, Helga. He still has some left-over hormones,
maybe?"

  Duffy, still tied to Sasha, looked up at me with a sheepish grin.  "What
the hell do you think you're doing?" I scolded him playfully.  "You have no
balls! Well, you do, but they're rubber."

  He lowered his head slightly, folded his ears back and shifted his weight
uneasily from foot to foot.  Sasha, on the other hand, was in another
world.  She stood there panting softly, her muzzle pointed slightly upwards
and her eyes nearly closed.  Every so often she would rock her hindquarters
a little, then shudder and let loose a deep groan of pleasure as yet
another wave of orgasm washed over her.  Duffy was her prisoner and she
wasn't about to let him go until she was finished with him.  I was getting
incredibly aroused watching them.  Needless to say my raging erection was a
pleasurable sensation, but at the same time I was hoping that either it
wasn't too obvious or Helga wouldn't notice.  Wrong on both counts!

  She glanced at my crotch briefly over her glasses and snorted, "Men!
Pfui!  They're all the same.  It doesn't matter if they got two or four
legs!"  She shook her head and turned away.

  Eventually, either Duffy or Sasha decided they'd had enough, and they
separated with a wet slurping sound.  I watched as the full length of
Duffy's beautiful penis slid out of Sasha's pussy and flopped down between
his legs, still half-erect.  He had stayed in her for about fifteen
minutes, which was far from a record for him, but still surprisingly good
for a neutered guy.  He stretched his back legs behind him and his cock
disappeared into his furry sheath.

  "Okay, Casanova," I said as I patted him on the back of the head.
"That's enough fun for one day.  Time to go back upstairs."

  Back in my apartment, Duffy sat down and raised a hind leg as he licked
himself clean.  (Yeah, because he can!)  I got down on the floor with him
and helped him out with it.  I gently worked his sheath all the way back,
and once he was fully exposed, I deep-throated him.  I ran my tongue around
the circumference of his cock repeatedly as I slowly backed away from him,
starting just behind his knot and finishing at the pointed tip.  He had a
curious mixture of tastes to him, partly his own neutered-male taste
combined with Sasha's heavy, gamy bitch-in-heat juices.  By the time I had
worked my way to the last inch or so of his pink doggy meat, he was partly
erect again.  I sucked on him gently and he throbbed three or four times,
while a salty, metallic tang along with that familiar tingly sensation
spread over the tip of my tongue.

  "So, you managed to save a drop or two for me, eh, hot shot?  Well, I've
got something for you!"

  I kissed him all over his face and muzzle as I unbuckled my belt and slid
off my pants and shorts.  I lay naked on my back in the middle of the
kitchen floor, with my cock standing at attention.  The feeling of Duffy
gliding between my raised knees sent an electric charge through my body and
when his lips and tongue completed the circuit, I came in his mouth with
such force that he gagged a little.  Both completely spent, we collapsed
into a heap on the floor.  Duffy lay on his back beside me as his tongue
played lazily over my empty balls; my fingers caressed his make-believe
testicles and his very real and still quite functional penis.  Somewhere
along the line I drifted off and napped until it was time to get ready for
work.

  A while back, Helga notified me that she was retiring and moving to
Florida with her sister.  She was going to sell all her houses to a real
estate agency and they probably wouldn't let me stay there with my dog.  I
was going to have to find another place to live, one that allowed pets.  I
happened to run into Sarah while I was walking Duffy.  She had a reasonable
solution...

  "Why don't you move out to the farm with me?  I've got lots of extra
rooms, and Duffy would most certainly be welcome there.  And even more dogs
if you so fancy."


  "That's a very generous offer, Sarah.  I'll definitely give it some
thought."

  "Oh, come, now, Charles.  What's to think about?  The rent would be next
to nothing, but I would ask you to help with some fixing-up."

  "Well, okay.  I don't have a problem with that at all."

  "It's more than a bit lonesome out there what with just me and the
animals. It might be nice to have a man about the place."  She winked and
elbowed me in the ribs playfully.  "Sir Winston, here, is a lot of fun in
bed, but he's sadly lacking in most of the other manly attributes."

  "Well, that's fine by me," I said.  "I'm not much for women, and Winston
has a knot, after all, and I don't"

  Sarah grinned.  "Bulbis," she corrected.

  Sarah's place is not really a farm anymore, but a sprawling, old
farmhouse on about 40 acres of fallow farmland, most of it overgrown with
woods.  Duffy and I moved out there, expecting to be merely renting a room
in the place.  Instead, we have become an integral part of the "family,"
consisting of two humans and an odd assortment of animals.  Besides the
dogs, there are goats, sheep, a donkey, assorted fowl and an elderly
pot-bellied pig.  Most were abandoned at one time or another, some have
been abused.

  Sarah and I are quickly discovering that other humans, particularly
members of the opposite sex who share common interests, aren't quite as
boring as we had previously thought.  We have sex now--yes, with each
other--even though the dogs are still intimately involved.  Things seem to
be going far better than we expected, so we're getting married in a few
months.  Partly out of convenience, but we do have a lot in common and we
get along great.  I guess the word is out to some degree about our sexual
preferences; I've heard us referred to as a 'kinky couple,' but Sarah
dismisses it as 'wagging tongues.'

  Well, just for fun, we're going to give the tongues something else to wag
about.  Guess who our Best Man is going to be?  My best friend, of
course... Duffy!


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