Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2002 12:17:44 -0700 From: scedmark Subject: Big dog-mean neighbor3 Willy, Mr.Hue's Great Grandson invited me in from the wintery chill outdoors. From around the corner I heard a familiar growl. Satan (the same dog that spent the sum of my youth pounding my tender booty with his doggy-dick), rounded the corner on what looked like his last leg. "Get back Satan!" young Willy warned, trying to protect me. Satan took one look at me, sniffed my hand, then my crotch, and began to wag his ole tail. "Well I'll be damned." Willy said, watching me pat the usually vicious Satan behind his ears. "I've never seen 'em do that to anyone before. Not even my parents. He don't like nobody but Gramps. And me." he said astonished. Willy obviously wasn't aware of Satan's and my back grounds. "Oh he's just a pussy-cat." I smiled, letting the ole dog lick my face. It brought back many memories. "Well, I see you in good hands with Satan...uh..." Willy hesitated, not knowing my name. "Oh-" I said, forgetting my manners. "-I'm Micheal, Micheal Jennson. My parents live next door." "Oh, Mr and Mrs Jennson? They're nice folks. Its nice to meet ya." Willy said, shaking my hand as I monentarily stopped patting Satan. "I'll go check on Gramps for ya." "Okay. We'll be right here." I said, walking a happy Satan into the living room. The old place didn't change much over the years. There was the same portrait of Mr and Mrs Hubert on the mantle piece, surrounded by pictures of their 2 childern, one boy one girl. They were considerably older then I, some few years younger then my parents. I don't remember seeing them much as I grew up. I'd heard they blamed Mr.Hue for Mrs Hue's death, claiming he was a "cruel-evil man" that never showed his wife or family love in the slightest. I knew that to be a lie, as long talks with Mr.Hue while we cuddled in his bed after sex revealed a deep love for his departed wife Milly. Same as the tender way he made love to me 3 or 4 days a week showed me his caring loving side. Mrs Hue was sickly for years as cancer ate at her insides. They hadn't had sex in years as she felt physically drained most nights. Mr.Hue never messed around on her, and so the lack of sex caused him to become mean on the outside. Same for his dog Satan, locked up in the yard or the house most of the time, never having the chance to roam free and get a little doggy pussy every now and then. I sat down on the very couch Mr.Hue fucked me on so many times as a kid. I remember running over to the Hue's home on my Prom night at 17. I wanted Mr.Hue to see me in my sky blue tux with its white ruffles. I ended up on my knees sucking his cock while Satan rammed his "knot" deep into my ass. I spent the rest of the night at my prom with a hardon, feeling Satan's canine-cum seeping slowly from my draining hole and the remnants of Mr Hue's load on my breath. My date, Elizabeth Blakely (whom later became my wife), thought the hardon was for her benefit, and that night we both lost our virginities to the opposite sex. Willy came down the stairs just as I was finishing my day-dream. The thump of his heavy feet didn't keep Satan from resting his head on my lap as I stroked his ears. "Gramps's sleepin'. Sorry." he apolojized, stopping in his tracks. He couldn't believe how tamed Satan was acting. Even at this old age, he must still be raising up a fuss. "Its alright." I said somewhat disappointed that I may not get the chance to see Mr.Hue this year. "Look, would you mind doin' me a small favor?" he asked suddenly. "Uh, okay." I said reluctantly. "Could you stay here and listen out for my Gramps for about 30 minutes? I have to run an erran for him to pick up a prescription, and my folks don't like for me to leave him alone. Gramps has alzheimer's, and will wander off sometimes if not looked after properly." he explained. "Damn, I'm sorry to hear that." I said sincerely. "Must be hell on your social life?" "(Ha!) Yeah, you don't know the half of it." he said with a sign. "Do you have a girlfriend here in Springfield?" I asked, remembering he said he'd just moved here afew months ago. "No, not yet. I've only been here about 3 months, and don't get to leave the house without Gramps that often. Kinda hard to meet chicks with a 70+ year old man on your arm." he joked. But I knew the situation must've been more serious then he was letting on. A young man at his age (18 or 19) would most assurely always be horny, and without a sexual outlet, it was only a matter of time before he'd be in trouble with the law for acting out negitively, or become mean like his ole "Gramps" had been. I hoped maybe I could help him out the way I did Mr.Hues some years ago, and Satan just maybe the key in doing so. Again. "So, would you be able to do me that favor for afew minutes?" he asked again. "Oh, yes, of course I could." I said in the spirit of Christmas. Satan seemed to like the idea also, as he wagged his tail at the invite. "I could get re-acquainted with Satan here while you're gone." I smiled. "Great!" he said, donning on his wool hat and winter coat & scarf. "I'll be back as soon as possible. I know you'll want to get back to your family for the holiday." "Take your time." I said, waving as he disappeared out the front door and headed for his Jeep in the driveway. "Well Satan, looks like its just you and my ole-boy." I said, rubbing his head, then his back, ribs, and belly. Satan's doggy-wood appeared out of its sleath, ready for action, right on schedule. I got down on the floor with him, leaving my trench coat on the couch, and placed my head underneath his bulk. The red tip of his prick was visable out of the fury base of the sleath, looking much like a small tongue. I engulped the red weenie in my mouth, and sucked on it lovingly like I did so many times in the past. Satan just stood there for several minutes as I feasted on his tasty hot-dog, sucking it in and out of my mouth as my lips slid back and forth on it, my tougne lapping at it as it grew longer, reaching for the curve in my throat. After about 5 minutes of sloopy sucking, I started undressing, pulling my sweater off overhead, and kicking out of my faded jeans and loafers. In seconds I was nude except for my socks, getting on my hands and knees so that Satan could once again become familiar with me. Satan sniffed at my hairy buttocks, getting his cold wet nose deep into the dark valley which now was home to hundreds of curly brown hairs. His tongue quickly followed, licking wet doggy drool up and down the crevice. I closed my eyes, in anticipation of the good fucking I knew was going to come. Once tired of licking my ass, Satan mounted me. I had to hunch down a little further now, as I was much taller than the first time he butt-fucked me, but Satan managed to drill his doggy-prick into my ass-crack, and then eventually into the hole itself. I howled. Penetration's rough when you haven't been fucked in awhile. Satan soon got into the swing of things, and began pumping at my upturned ass like old times. His paws clutched at my sides, scratching me numerous times as he heaved his hips back and forth somewhat slower then he used to. His fury crotch felt good slapping against my equally hairy ass, and his belly laid plastered against my back. He was still heavy, but the weight felt good as he held me down and fucked me like my feelings didn't matter. His ripe animal breath filled my nostrils as he panted just behind my head, drooling saliva onto my back. I was once again his "bitch", and he was going to fuck me like it. I don't know how long Satan pumped at my relaxing hole, but I knew it was well passed time when I heard Willy's Jeep pulling up into the drive, and him yell "Merry Christmas" to neighbors as he walked up the front steps onto the porch. Keys were placed in the door locks as Satan continued to ram himself in and out of me, his tail sticking straight out behind him while he humped. Willy came in, taking off his hat, coat and scarf, and hanging them on the coat rack by the door. "I'm back-" he yelled, pulling his "Gramp's" prescription pills from his pocket. "-that didn't take long did....it......." he said, his voice trailing off as he was once again for the second time today stopped in his tracks. "Well I'll be damned." he muttered in disbelief, blinking his eyes to make certain that what he saw was real, not Memorex. "Micheal...?" he called, as I ignored his presents, and continued to let Satan rape at my willing hole. My eyes remained close as I concentrated on the task at hand. Satan was wearing my asshole thin, working on this humongous nutt that was several years in the making. I knew my man-cunt was going to be hosed down to overflowing with an extraordinary amount of animal cum. I could hear Willy moving around the room, watching us fuck from different angles. He couldn't believe his eyes, but he couldn't walk away from the strange erotic sight either. When I finally decided to open my eyes, he was standing infront of me, rubbing the front of his dark blue jeans, much like his Grandfather did the first time he caught be getting fucked by Satan some 20 years ago. I stared at the large lump that lengthened down his pant-leg, and licked my lips lewdly. Willy couldn't take it anymore. He tossed the medicine aside on the couch and unsnapped his pants, freeing his little willy (pun intended). It sprung up and out of his pants like a rubbery diving board, slapping up against his belly, before bobbing up and down infront of my face. Its pink-peachish shade was mixed with a dash of red as the blood pumped fully through its veins, swelling his cock to complete mass. It was a carbin copy of his Grampa's cock, in size and length, only younger. I wondered if His father's cock was similar as well. Willy bent his knees somewhat, lowering the tip of his dick to my lips. The head landed on my thick mustache, poking me in the nose before re-aligning itself to enter my mouth. I closed my lips around the plump head, savoring my first taste of Hubert cock since college. Willy sighed out loud. It was obvious it'd been some time since he's felt anything remotely as good wrapped around his dick, other then his own right hand. I inched my lips further down the shaft, taking more of his hot cock into my mouth and tickling the underbelly with my tongue. Willy's thick woody jumped in my mouth. I warmed his cock with my hot saliva, thawing it from the harsh winter winds of the great outdoors. "Oh!" he gasped, his legs already starting to tremble. "Work that cock with your mouth man." And I did. I took Willy's willy all the way into my mouth, sucking it back to the start of my throat. Unknowing to Willy, his grandfather had taught me well the art of cocksucking. I'd spent so many untold hours over Mr. Hue's house swallowing his cock and drinking his cum, that it bacame second nature. It also helped me well when I became the football team's mascot in college (but that's a different story for another time). Willy couldn't believe his luck when I opened my throat muscules, and swallowed his cock down whole, taking him in to the root. I felt the thick tip burrow into my throat cavity, my lips were pressed into a tangle of soft blonde curly public hairs that lined his crotch like peach fuzz. Willy's groin smelled clean, like he'd just showered before I arrived. My lips sucked at the base of his cock as my throat clamped and convulsed around the shaft and head. "Oooo, yeeeeaaaahhh..." Willy groaned, his face looked angelic, almost prefect. I found myself desiring the taste of his cum. I wondered if it rivaled the elder Hues I started to suck, pulling my head back, and allowing my lips to slide back and forth over his steely hard surface. Meanwhile Satan was still doing his part, sandwiching me between he and his guardian, fucking me from both ends just as he and his master did over a hundred times before. "Wow man, you gonna make me cum if you keep suckin me like that." Willy warned. He was now crotched down infront of me, but reared back on his hands as they laid flat on the floor giving him support as he balanced himself from falling backwards. In answer to his warning, I attacted his cock with vigor, sucking it into my throat repeatedly. Willy signed and gasped, trying to remain in control as I sucked his cock into a fever. Threating to dislodge his pulsing organ with my hard sucking lips. I must admit, I was proud of myself. I hadn't sucked cock or gotten fucked since my college days, but I suppose what they say about riding a bike applies to fucking as well. "Uh, no man-" Willy moaned, trying to push my head back with one of his hands. "-I don't wanna cum yet..." He was trying to push me off by my forehead, but I locked my hands around his ass and hips, and locked my lips around his rod. Wasn't noway I was going to give up that hard pillar of cock flesh while it still housed the sweet baby-cum I worked so hard to abtain. "No Micheal...don't...." he protested half-heartedly. I dove down on his dick, taking it from tip to base, tip to base, tip to base with nearly half a second between strokes. Willy gave up his protest, and gave into the inevitable. His cock jumped and jerked with every descension my mouth made on his tool. I knew when I felt it throbbing, it was only a matter of minutes before I'd be swallowing his hot young cum load. Satan was humping hard at my rear. His long tongue flopped out of his mouth, dripping more saliva onto my bare back as his claws gripped my sides, and even drew blood as his canine cock began to shot puddles and puddles of liquidly cum all up into my filling rectum. Feeling the eruption of my favorite animal in my backside, made me suck that much harder on his guardian's cock. Willy's eyes were closed, and his head thrown back as he faced the ceiling. His mouth opened wide as a small cry of estasy escaped his lips. "Uhhhh!" was all he managed to gasp as his cock started to erupt hot molten lava like sperm up his cum-tube from his heaving ballsack. I had just taken his cock into the back of my throat again when the first eruption took place. It fired straight down the back of my throat, and into my belly before I realized what happened. I was just able to move back, allowing the cock head to rest on my tongue, and let the remaining 5 spurts gather in the full of my mouth. Willy's body jerked and shook as his cum was discharged. His orgasm was hard, due to the fact he hadn't had sex with another person in months. I was gald to be on the receiveing end. Finally, he stopped cumming, and laid his body down completely on the floor. I let his cock plop out of my mouth only long enough to swallow the sweet gooy nector I'd been savoring inside it. Willy peeped at me over his heaving chest, and watched as I swallowed his copious load in two heavy gulps. I smiled at the handsome youngster, leaning forward to take his still hard cock back between my lips. I wanted to be certain I got all the cum from the ivory shaft. This was one way he wasn't like his grandfather. I guess due to his age, Mr.Hue's hardons always deflatted right after climax, and usually took some time to re-inflat, but Willy's dick stayed rock hard. I guessed he was hornier then I expected. "Wow, that was awesome Mike!" he finally said, as I continued to nurse on his sweet tasting cock. "Where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" he asked, looking over his chest again. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said, letting his stiff dick slip from my sucking lips with a loud smacking sound. The tang of his sperm awakened my dulled taste-buds. "Umm, sounds like a story there." he said, guessing correctly and resting his head back on the floor. "Well, I don't care where you learned, I'm just glad I got back before Satan was finished. I sure would've hated to have missed such a good blowjob running an erran." He then looked up at me again. "I never fucked around with a guy before." he felt the need to confess. "That's okay-" I answered back. This wasn't the first time I'd heard, or used, that line before. "-so long as you enjoyed it." I said, still licking at the red tip. I thought I saw some cum droplets there. Willy got up on his elbows, and watched as Satan dismounted me, sniffed my cummy butt-hole, and galloped into the kitchen to his water bowl. Willy couldn't resist the urge to reach over me, and run his fingers down the crevice of my ass to finger my pooh-hole. He felt the moist stickyness back there left by Satan, and toyed with the wet opening. "How did it feel?" he asked. My mouth was currently full of his cock. I reluctantly backed off it. "What? Getting fucked by Satan?" "Yeah." he said, dipping his middle finger inside the wet hole. "Good. Satan and I go back a long way." I confessed. "Oh? That's why he greeted you so nicely at the door?" he asked, putting 2 and 2 together. "Yeah. Old age didn't slow him down none." I laughed, getting more turned on as he ran his finger in and out of me. "You ever have a man's cock in you?" he asked, making my still hard dick jump at the question. "Fucking you I mean." he added, recalling that he'd just has his man's cock in me. "Yes. Are you interested in doing that?" I hoped. "Its up to you-" he said, digging his finger in deeper, helping some of Satan's load escape my clinching anal muscules. "-I can cum 3 or 4 times in one fuck session." My eyes popped. "Oh really?" I asked. He nodded his head "yeah". "Then why don't you swing around back and show Satan how its done?" Willy started removing his clothes. I sat and watch in bubbling anticipation. continued...