Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2010 13:21:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: islandalleykat@yahoo.com
Subject: Dinner Date with a Twist 5: Dinner Date Aftermath

The Dinner Date Stories by Boone St James

If you're too young to be reading this stuff, then somebody needs to be
more involved in what you are up to.  That said, I must tell you that if
you are not yet 18+, wait awhile to catch up with the rest of us.  Hit
"EXIT" now.

The rest of you big dogs, circle this bitch: Yes, Samson has been in that
big doggy park in the sky for a long, long time, but as you have read,
Boone has not lost his/my lust for and good big dog breeding.  I told you,
so far, about the big Dane Zion and his super sexxxy masters and the hot
Mexican Basillio and his Animal Farm.  Before I go back in time and let a
few more stories out of the kennel, let's bring the last tail up to date.

Needless to say, that piping hot tub with the Epsom Salts was much needed
and greatly ahhhhhppreciated.  It's definitely a guy thing to get off on
and up for that much down and dirty sexxx.  Just lying there in that tub
and thinking about all of it put a balm in my experience and a smile on my
face.  There is nothing like animal sex, unless it's with a hot guy who
goes into sex with animal overdrive.  Best, is one of each.  Which brings
me to this next (you better honk it's true) story.

The best part of having an antique and design business in a coastal town,
you get a lot of hot men, young and old, who show up on a regular basis to
make your day, at least I do.  One told me that he comes back because of
the way I "light up" when he comes in, like I was really glad to see him.
I was.  I am.  Of course he knows why.  One day this customer brought in a
buddy who "had bought a weekend house and needed someone to fix it up for
him."  Both men are in their 40's, both hot and no, there would be no story
to tell you IF they were unattractive.  This is our story:

John, the first man, always has a gleam in his eyes and "Crocks" on his
feet.  Colt, the friend he brought in is stockier, fuzzier and not as
bubbly as John.  I made a dinner date with them for 5pm at an oyster bar so
Colt could tell me about the new Island real estate he had purchased.  When
I got there, he and John had had one Martini and were working on their
second one.  Their tongues were well "oiled" and loose and I had to "catch
up", or not.  John kept saying "Boone can do that" until I finally said
"How do you know I can do that"?  "I'm a lawyer, we know these things."
Okay.  The oysters were smooth, the martini's were smooth and John paid the
bill and split.  Colt and I were in his Mercedes on the say to see his new
acquisition and "the sunsets that sold him on it".

Someone else had already done a beautiful job of restoring this beach house
and all I had to do was choose interior colors and furnishings.  "I will be
back next Saturday and would like to camp out here instead of staying at a
hotel", he told me.  The lights and water are already on in my name and
here is a credit card for you to use to make purchases for me".  "That's
great" I beamed, "but how do you know I am that trust worthy"?  "John told
me not to give it a second thought."  " And John Knows these things", I
laughed.  "Exactly."  I have never moved as fast on a job before as I did
on this one.  By the time he got there the next Friday evening, The master
bedroom was finished, and looking fine, if I do say so myself.  Don't take
my word for it, "Boone, man, this looks great!  I love it"!!  "BARK,
bark!!"  "Oh, I forgot to let Rusty in."  When he opened the door, a huge
(far from 'standard') rust poodle almost knocked me to the floor.  Colt
grabbed his collar and pulled him off of me.  "Sorry about that", he said.
"Hey man, I'm shocked, not shaken.  What a beautiful and unusual poodle.
How did he get to be so tall/so big"?  He grinned and raised one eyebrow.
"Well, his mother was a young and promiscuous tan Great Dane and his dad
was a big and bouncing black standard poodle who had been taken to breed
another female standard poodle.  To make a long story short, Zorro, the dad
managed to mount the Dane in an exercise yard and before anyone could
react, he had knotted her and bread a litter of Pooanes.  The puppies were
rushed off to an adoption place, and fate put me in that place to find my
big beautiful son Rusty.  As you can see, the Poodle genes came to the
forefront and the Great Dane genes made him one big beautiful hunk of doggy
love.

Colt could tell that I was in a OMG trance and quickly fixed me a drink and
started undressing me and massaging me while Rusty obediently ("Rusty,
sit"!) waited with his long pink tongue calling out to me.  I know Colt was
constantly talking to me, but what he said bypassed my memory bank.
Everything that defines my sexual proclivities and who I am moment to
moment as I travel my decidedly unusual path, was in this space, at that
time, and once again, I was so turned on to all of it.  Slowly I relaxed as
I sipped the drink Colt had prepared for me and felt the strength and magic
from his massaging fingers.  Then he kissed me, said "we love you man",
snapped his fingers as he took my drink, said "Boone down" and positioned
me for a soft, strong and jolting mounting by Rusty.  This big beautiful
animal grabbed me just below my pecs and his growing boner found the
opening between my buns and went in and immediately began to grow.  Fully
impaled, I have never been fucked by man or beast as hard and fiercely as
Rusty was riding me on the way to a memorable breeding experience that I
will never forget.

When his knot grew inside me, I knew that I was his as I felt his long wet
tongue and long fuzzy ears flopping about my head and face.  Then, like a
blackout without any notice, he stopped, twisted behind me and the flood
gates opened.  A tsunami of big dig cum flowed into my exhausted and
grateful body and began leaking out and down my taut thighs.

Colt got an inspired beach house and I got two lovers who could be, but as
"things" go, probably will not be, my last.  Just in case, I will now
(soon) go back and tell you some things that happened to me in the past
that fostered this bizarre and "unnatural" hankering for animal/human sex.

Do I recommend this for Junior and his buddies.  No way.  Am I ashamed that
it happened to me "by accident" and by design.  No.  "Grrrrrrrrrr" Yes
Rusty, you are the best, ever.

More to cum.  Whisper in my ear at islandalleykat@yahoo.com.