Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 13:49:48 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: big dog, mean neighbor-11

It'd been a week since the new neighbors moved in next door to my parents
home.
My folks came back from their vacation sometime mid-week. My mother
called me immediately to let me know that a black father and son had
bought the old Hubert's house. I told her that I had met them sometime
already, and that they seemed nice. She was more than a little skeptical,
as she said there were angry looking black teens in and out of the house,
blasting music and causing a ruckus on the block. She said that some of
the neighbors were thinking of protesting to have them removed from the
neighborhood. I couldn't believe my ears.

"Those are probably the same teens you said were vandalizing your parents
house last weekend while they were away." said my wife Beth, in support
of the lie I had told her last week to keep from having to drive home and
explain why my asshole had been stretched so far out of shape.

"I doubt it, Beth." I said, wondering if I could do or say anything that
might be able to relieve some of the tension the old neighborhood may be
feeling.
I didn't think it was racisizm that was causing the problem (as there
were other black families in the neighborhood, though admitablly -not
many), but perhaps some cultural differences that people just weren't
tolerant enough to understand. I told my mother that I would drive down
after work, and try to have a talk with Karl, and his son.

The next day after work, I drove down to my parents place. I didn't
notice Karl's car anywhere, but did see an old 67 mustang parked in the
neighbors drive blasting what I believe was "rap music", as loud as it
could possibly go.
A small group of about 5 or 6 young black teenaged boys (what I believe
they call THUGS) were hanging out on the front porch. I immediately
noticed Alex, or BULL -standing among them. Cautiously- I got out of my
car and waved a quiet "hello", which they choose to ignore, looking at me
as if I spoke a foreign language. I quickly climbed the steps to my
parents house, stepping inside away from the cold eyes next door. I could
still hear the music and feel the vibrations from their car's speakers as
the heavy drum beat rattling my parent's windows. I wondered how people
could possibly enjoy something so preposterously loud, and secretly
wondered how their parents could allow them to listen to such fifthy
lyrics.

Looking back out the front window, I noticed a couple of the neighbors
that had been walking down the street, cross over to the other side to
avoid any confrontations with the rowdy teens. Others living nearby
peeped out their windows also, or slammed their doors shut in an attempt
to muffle the loud beat of the rap music. My mother and father came in
from the den when they realized I was there.

"Do you hear that flaming racket?" my father screamed as he stormed into
the living room. "It's been like that everyday around this time! It's
outragious!"

"Calm down Franklin, you're going to give yourself an ulcer." pleaded
mother.

"I ought to just go right over there and give those ignorant kids a good
lashing with my belt!" said dad furiously. He patted his belt buckle,
"You remember how I would punish you with a stern whipping whenever you
disobeyed, son?"

"Beth and I don't believe in whipping the children." I responded.

"Seems noone does anymore. People are afraid to discipline their own
children. That's why the kids seem to rule the world. They run amuck
around here!"

"Leave it to Micheal, honey. He's friendly with them. Let him handle it,
peacablly." said mom, seeing the anger in her husband's eyes.

"I'll take care of it dad, don't worry."
The sight of my father (whom had always been the epitome of calm, cool
and collected) all upset like this was terribly uncharacteristic of him.
It angered me to see my parents so angry. I knew a talk with Karl would
more than likely end this whole ordeal, but I didn't know his work hours
or his schedule nearly well enough to catch him at home without having to
run into his son -Bull. At 17, I wasn't sure if Bull was mature enough to
be able to see my parents side without thinking they were ganging up on
him.

I decided to swallow my pride and go over and confront him. I went back
out the front door, then walked right over to the neighbors house. The 5
boys were still standing outside, basking in the shade as I walked up the
front steps.

"Hey Alex." I said, trying not to look intimidated.
He and his friends looked me up and down with stoney faces.

"Sup?" responded the teen, trying to save face infron of his friends.
"Call me Bull, yo."

"Oh yeah. uh, Bull... is your father home?" I asked.

"Whut?"

"Is your father home?" I repeated louder, over the music.

"Naw, he at work still." answered Bull.

"Well, I was wondering if you might be able to do me a favor..." I
bargained.
Bull looked around at his friends.

"Whut is it?" he asked, cupping his crotch in his hand.

"uh... my parents live right next door,-" I said, trying to appeal to his
humanity, while ignoring the hand action in his crotch. "-they're kind of
UP THERE in age. I was hoping you might be able to keep the volume on
your... rap music, at a sensible level."

"You want us to turn it down?" asked Bull, sounding almost amused.

"Well, yes." I answered.

"Phuck dat!" said one of his friends, a 15 year old that looked straight
out of the penitentiary.

"Yo, chill out." said Bull. "You got it Mike. We'll turn it down..."

"Thanks." I said enthusiasically. That was easier than I thought. I began
to turn away when Bull suddenly called me back.

"...yo, -but I'm gonna need a fava off you." he added, causing me to stop
in my tracks.

"Whats that?" I asked.

"Yo, my dogs been actin funny lately, n'shyt." he said getting afew
snickers from his friends, and making me wondered if the big teen had
shared my ordeal with Killer and Blackie -with his friends. "Can you come
down inna cellar wid me to check up on em?"

"I uh... I really do have to get back..."

"One hand washes da otha." said Bull.

"uh... alright." I said, giving in. "I don't see why I couldn't give a
hand.

I followed Bull into the house. His friends stayed out on the porch, but
I could hear them laughing as we made our way through to the basement.
I hadn't been in the old Hubert house since ole mr. Hubert's funeral back
in the spring. The new owners, -the Petersons (as two eligable bachelors)
didn't have much in the way of furniture yet. The house was nearly
barren, an old sofa, a 32"color television on the floor, a vcr, a dvd, a
playstation, a table, a lamp, and a small kitchenette set was all I
noticed downstairs. I could tell by the overflow of take-out containers
in the trashcan and order menus littering the counter that they didn't do
alot of in-home cooking.

Bull unlocked the basement door, and we descended down the steep steps. I
could hear the dogs (Killer and Blackie) barking and jumping around with
excitment. They jumped up on their owner the instant he reached the
bottom step, then slowly approached me cautiously. They sniffed me for
afew seconds, then started to hump my legs much to Bull's amusment.

"What seems to be the problem with them?" I asked. "They look pretty
normal to me. HORNY, but normal."

"Evasince fuk'n you the otha day, they been actin all funny, n'shyt. Like
they been wantin to do it again." said Bull, -hinting around.

"uh, waitasecond Alex..." I said, pulling my legs from one of the humping
mongrals. "What happened last week was a total accident, I didn't
willingly give my ass up to be fucked by your dogs. They ATTACKED me,
pure and simple."

"Whut'd you call whut you let me and my pops do to you inna bathroom
afterward?" he asked, looking at me as if he doubted my story.

"That was different." I defended.

"How so?"

"I... your dad got hot... after not being with a woman for so long..." I
recalled.

"That explains why HE fuk'd you, so why did you let em?"

I paused.
"I guess... since it had already happened... I didn't see a reason why he
couldn't... it was... it just happened that way." I finished, turning red
faced.

"Yo, relax man. I ain't tryin to bust yur chops. I juss wanna know if you
gonna let my dogs gittanother shot, is all. They been actin funny since
dat nite. I think they be missin dat ass of yurs."

"What do your father say about it?" I asked.

"He ain't been noticin. He been too busy workin and sleepin to giv a shyt
about the dogs. They MY responsiblity anyway."
I thought for a minute, looking Blackie and Killer over as the dogs ran
around in circles.

"I'm sorry Bull, I can't help you out." I said, thinking it too risky.
Bull looked pissed at my answer.

"You sorry?" he said, looking me square in the eye. "You GONNA be sorry
when I go next door and tell yur uppity folks how you let me and my dogs
bitch-fuk that sorry white ass ov yurs last week in they own home while
they was away on vaca. Whatcha think about that whiteman?" Bull asked,
raising his voice and causing his dogs to bark with excitment.

"Look Alex..." I said, trying to defuse the situation.

"I TOLD YOU my name is BULL!" he yelled.

"Listen Bull..." I defended, backing up. "...it doesn't have to be this
way..."

"All I was tryin to do was set somethin up. You can't say you ain't like
whut we did to you lass week, I could tell you was enjoyin it!"

"I didn't say I didn't." I said.

"Then why you actin like you don't wanna do it now? You kno' you wanna
feel THIS back up in dat ass again, rite?" he said, gripping his thick
piece through his jeans.

"Its not that..." I said, feeling my asshole pucker at the memory of last
week.
Before I could finish my thoughts, Bull unzipped his pants and pulled out
his big hardon. It was dark, thick, and already leaking its pearly
nector.

"Why don't chu juss suk this?" he asked, cutting me off in mid-sentence.

"Your friends..." I protested.

"Fuk em." he said, waving his meaty tool before me. Obediently I fell to
my knees. "Git naked first." ordered Bull, pulling his cock away from my
gaping, watering mouth.
Quickly I got up and began removing my clothes. I couldn't keep my eyes
off that fat black teen cock. I felt as if it were calling me by name. I
remembered how it felt tearing up my sore asshole last week, and I was
dying to learn if it tasted as good as it looked.

Bull didn't protest this time when I got on my knees infront of him. He
allowed me to replace his stroking hand with my wet lips. I took his wide
cock head into my mouth, and began feeding on the sweet nector-juice
forming at the piss-tip. I swirled my tongue around the smooth head,
drawing inward with my jaws to be certain that I got all the cream
inside.
Bull pulled his cock free from my mouth, then slapped it across my face
afew times before reinserting it straight back into my throat. I felt the
cock head bump into the back of my mouth. Instantly I gagged, then
relaxed my throat muscules and let him slowly sink all the way down
inside. Bull groaned, but continued to feed me his brown wood. He wrapped
his hands onto the back of my head, then began guiding me back and forth
on his tool. I sucked his cock whole-heartedly, taking him in as deep as
possible, feeling his giant gland gliding in and out of me with extreme
ease.

I must have only been on my knees afew minutes before I felt one of the
dogs sneak up behind me. I felt a cold wet nose poke into my ass crack,
then felt his breath as he sniffed at my hot hole. A second later I felt
his tongue digging into the crack with gusto, wetting my spasming pucker
for his red-willy.
Bull pressed me down until I was on all fours. He continued to guide my
head back and forth as he fucked my mouth, but was positioning me so that
the dog would have easier access to my ass.

Just as Bull was pushing his cock head deep into my throat, Blackie (or
was it Killer?) hopped up onto my bare back, and began shoving his dick
into me.
I groaned around the throat full of cock cutting off my oxygen just as
the dog's dick hit me bullseye (no pun intended).

"Yeeh Killa, kill dat ass boi!" encouraged Bull, fucking my face with
harder deeper strokes then before.
I was getting dicked from both ends (just as I did with Willy and mr
Huber Sr.), and loving it.

Killer held his front paws along my back, as his hind legs helped him to
pump his long cock deep into my ass. I could feel his furry coat all over
my bare body. His furry belly lay on my back, and his furry abdomen
humped into my bare buttocks, driving his slim but long prick into me
again and again.

Bull held me by my head. His own abdomen bumped into my nose over and
over. His balls would bang into my chin, as my lips nestled around his
cock base with every plunge.
I could taste the unmistakable flavor of pre-cum in the recedes of my
throat. I knew it was only a matter of time before I was eating the
younger Peterson's hot ball-juice. I loved swallowing cum almost just as
much as I like taking it deep into my anal-pussy. I could just KICK
myself for having denied myself the pleasures of cock since graduating
college.

"Yeeh, take dat dick -man!" Bull moaned, watching his black cock slam in
and out of my pink mustached lips. "I'm about to nutt any minnut..." he
gasped, holding my head tighter as he throat fucked me harder.
I kept my throat open, allowing him to face fuck me at his own leasure. I
felt the dog's cock knot pushing into my ass. He humped at me with quick
fast strokes. I relaxed my anal muscules just as the fat knot puctured
me, ripping through my rectum like a small fist. I struggle in
discomfort, but Bull and Killer held me firmly inplace, neither of them
losing a single stroke as they fucked me good and hard.

Bull was the first one to lose his load. He pumped at my face with long
deep strokes, making me take the full length of his adult sized manhood.
He threw his head back and let out a gigantic sigh of relief as his cock
suddenly swelled, then began lubricating my throat with his juices.
I nearly choked to death when the first blast clogged my windpipe. Bull
wouldn't release his hold on me, and forced me to take all the rest of
his hot delicious cum as it gushed into me in spurts. Not to be out done
by his master, Killer too began unloading his hot doggy cum, shooting so
much ball juice up into my ass that I could actually feel the nutt
searing my insides.

Both master and dog finally finished nutting in me. Bull removed his
deflating cock from my lips, the cum streaked across my tastebud, coating
my tongue with the remanents of his load as it leaked from the piss-slit.
I swallowed the juices greedily, hungry for more of him. Killer was busy
trying to pull his knot from my ass, causing the both of us discomfort as
he tried to force himself free.
Suddenly I heard the cellar door open. The boys from the front porch had
made their was into the house and had come down the steps looking for us.

"Yo Bull, yall down there?" yelled a voice.

"Yeeh yo, c'mon down. Yall gots to see this!" shouted Bull.
I heard the footsteps descending, even as Killer was still trying to
dislodge.

"Yo, wha tha phuck yall doin down here?" asked one boy, seeing me naked
on my hands and knees, a rotweiler standing behind me with his cock stuck
up my ass.

"Yo, check it out. This the dude me and my pops found in our backyard the
otha day, git'n butt-fuk'd by Killer and Blackie."

"Nawww....." said one boy, looking in disbelief.

"Yeeh man. He a total freak. I got em to come back ova to service the
dogs all ova again." laughed Bull.

"Yo man, so why YUR dick hangin outta ya pants then?" asked another of
his friends.

"Oh, cuz I juss had this muthafuk's suk my dik fo me." answered Bull
non-chalantly.
The other guys just stood there, looking in shock as Killer's knot
finally popped out of my sore ass.

"Dayummm...." moaned one kid. "...he really had that dog's dick in him."

"Yup, and he bout to git anotha one too." stated Bull, calling Blackie
over for a shot.
The dog came up behind me, sniffed, then licked at my ass. I felt so out
of place, -the only one nude, on my hands and knees about to get ass
fucked by a dog infront of 5 black teenage boys.

Once Blackie had enough ass licking, he mounted me. The boys all looked
on with wide eyes as the dog started humping at the air, his cock getting
closer and closer to my freshly fucked bung-hole. Eventually after
several attempts, Blackie's cock made contact, pearcing my tiny cum
leaking butt-pussy with complete ease. The boys all roared with
excitment.

"Phuk that white azz!"
"Yo, I cain't bolieve this dude doin this shit yo!"
"Nasty ass muthafucker!"
"Dayum man, we need to be video tapin this shit!"

I listened as the boys all discussed my acts with the dogs. Bull
neglected to inform them of how he and his father both ass fucked me in
their bathroom after the dogs had their way with me. I too decided to
keep quiet about it, not wanting to anger the 6-foot 2-inch highschool
football player or his father.

Blackie was now pumping away at my ass, driving his long penis into me
repeatedly. Wads of Killer's watery load dripped free from my anus with
every push from Blackie. A wet sloshing sound emulated from my asshole
everytime Blackie fucked inward. I kept my eyes close, refusing to see
the faces of my audience. I could still hear their comments as they
watched an adult get "freaky" with the dogs.
Blackie's knot came into play soon after, pushing at the swelling folds
of my anus. I grunted aloud just as it forced its way in. I could hear
several of the boys move in behind us to get a "betta view" of the
action. They commented on how "nastee" my ass looked taking the Rot's red
dick, but they were fascinated to see a grown man get fucked by a canine.

Blackie lasted all of five full minutes fucking me non-stop, before
letting loose his fountain of doggy sperms deep into my bowels. The boys
all claps and laughed when the dog suddenly went into convulsions, his
wet tongue dripping droll onto my back as it flopped around outside his
mouth. They knew he was dumping loads of hot spicy puppy juice inside me.
They called me names as they watched me accept the pooch's hot offerings,
mixing with the first dog's deep inside me.

Slowly I opened my eyes, taking a look at the horny teens standing around
rubbing their hardons through their pants. I looked up at the boy closest
to me, then down at his crotch. He looked to be about 16, dark skin with
a baby face. I could see the lengthy bulge straining just beneath his
caressing fingertips as they nursed his rigid pole.
I licked my lips wantonly, the faint taste of Bull's cum still in my
mouth. My own cock lay hard between my legs, leaking a steady stream of
clear liquid which hung like a string from my cock tip.

Blackie removed his deflatted knot from my hole, leaving me gaping and
sore. One kid commented on how "open" my ass looked, prying my sweaty
cheeks apart with his big hands. He bet the others that he could probably
shove his whole foot up my ass. One of the other teens said "why shove
yur foot in, when you could shove yur dick in?" The others all looked
around at eachother like that wasn't a bag idea.
That's when I felt the first cock of the night slide into my moist wet
innards.