Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 14:59:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Nice Guy Subject: "Doggone Dog!" I hope this story will be enjoyed by the ADULTS who read it. If you like my story, drop me a line at fman_29@yahoo.com. I had just survived the hour-long drive from my work to my home. I say 'survived' because the one hundred plus degree weather coupled with a busted air conditioner made me feel as though I had stayed too long in the sauna. As I pulled in the drive and clicked the button for the garage door, I noticed my wife's car was gone. It then occurred to me that she had taken the kids to visit some of her family who lived two states over. I glanced at the dashboard clock, guessing they had probably just arrived after a four-hour drive. They were to stay the weekend and return some time Sunday night. I exited my truck, glancing at the descending garage door to make certain it was making its downward trip without any signs of difficulty. I must've sweated a gallon of body fluids on my way home. My clothes were soaked with sweat. I keyed the lock on the back door and entered the anteroom that was just off from the kitchen. Huge, powerful paws landed just above each of my breasts as a large, wet tongue slid its way up my right cheek. "Damn, boy, easy. It's too hot for this shit!" Sensing my irritation, Pad bounced off me, settling into a nervous bounce on the linoleum floor. I opened the back door and sent him outside to do what needed to be done. My intent was to peel off my clothes, grab a beer, turn the air as low as it would go, and chill in front of the TV until my body temperature approached normal. I almost made it. The ringing phone stopped me short. It turned out to be my wife, calling to let me know she had made it to her sister's and that everyone seemed to be doing fine. She told me they had expressed their disappointment that I had to go into the office on Saturday and wasn't able to make the trip. The conversation lasted only a few minutes before we said our good-byes and I returned the phone to its stand. I turned toward the fridge and grabbed a beer. It didn't last long. I gulped the first one before the bottle's cap settled on the counter. Pad barked outside the door, obviously wanting back in. I grabbed a second beer before opening the door for the big lummox. My wife (ever the thrifty home maker) had turned the thermostat up before leaving so that the house wouldn't use too much electricity while it was unoccupied. The end result was that I had not stopped sweating from the moment I got home. I quickly remedied that. The second beer was gone and the third one was in danger of a quick demise as I started removing my sweat soaked clothes. I didn't even bother going up stairs (I knew it would be hotter up there, anyway) I just started pulling everything off in the kitchen. My tie found a place on the counter next to the toaster. My dress shirt hung on the back of the chair like a sweat stained seat cover. My tee shirt I threw across the seat of the same chair, noticing as I did so that the thick hair on my chest was plastered down making it look as though I was wearing a dark black shirt even beneath the tee. I also noted the strong scent of my own armpits. I definitely needed a shower. Someone else had noticed my scent as well, but instead of bothering him, it seemed to excite him. Pad came bounding toward me, jumping up again, but this time his tongue was more interested in my chest and arms. I laughed at the ticklish feeling of his tongue on my flesh. "Well, at least one of us doesn't mind my being sweaty!" What I had failed to realize at that time was just how excited Pad was getting. I sat at the table to finish the job of undressing. Although I could hear the big cooling units in the back yard working hard to cool the house, it was still quite warm inside. I untied my wing tips and slid them off, certain that a river of water was going to pour from them as soon as they hit the floor. No river, but my socks were definitely soaked. I peeled them off and tossed them behind me in the proximity of the laundry room. Last to be lost were my pants. Now I sat in my baggy boxers feeling much cooler and certainly more relaxed. Pad, however, seemed completely unable to calm down. He bounced around me for a few minutes then settled in to licking the salt off my feet. I had to admit to myself that his tongue definitely made my feet feel cooler and the licking seemed to be stimulating in other ways as well. I felt a tingling along the skin of my scrotum; I also felt the familiar sensation of my cock trying to stretch itself while still lodged in my shorts. Let me take this opportunity to say that I have never had any desire to have sex with anyone or anything other than women. Up to this point, I considered myself boringly heterosexual. Not that I necessarily held anything against people who had alternative desires, I just never considered myself one of them. This particular evening was about to change all that. When Pad had finished licking my feet, he happily walked up between my out spread legs looking proud of himself and fully expecting that he had earned a serious pat on the head. This I gave gladly. While receiving his reward, another scent caught the big guy's attention. He sniffed along my left thigh with his damp nose. Once he had located the source of the enticing aroma, he immediately plunged his nose up the loose fitting leg of my boxers. Before I realized what was happening, Pad's warm, wet, soft tongue was lapping at the sweaty crease in my groin (the area right beside my balls.) I lost it. It had been over a week since I had shot my load. Long hours at work and my wife's period contributed to my period of abstinence. This, coupled with the feel of the family dog lapping at my lap, made my cock spring to full attention. When I felt Pad's tongue drift to my balls, I jumped to my feet. He stepped back a couple of paces and looked at me oddly. I had no idea what I was doing. I just knew that I was suddenly as horny as hell, a little tipsy, and enjoying the shit out of this dog's attentions. I immediately dropped my boxers, standing with my legs spread apart. The large Dane actually had to lower his head in order to take up where he left off but he didn't seem to mind. He went right back to work, busily licking my balls, thighs, crotch, and dick. A ball of pre-cum formed on the eye of my six-inch cock, rolling to the underside only to drop in a long string toward the floor. A sudden movement on the part of my dog caused the clear juice to land on his cheek rather than the floor. His next pass over my cock gave him a taste of my pre-cum that he obviously enjoyed very much. He lapped at the head of my penis as though it were a meaty lollipop. Pad apparently began to grow bored with just licking my crotch for me. He started to walk around me on those large footpads that had earned him his name. I was enjoying this far too much for it to end now. I grabbed the big guy's head and began caressing him. I patted his head and then ran my hands down the length of his large back. I also started rubbing my hands along his side. Tired of standing, I knelt beside him, actually making him tower over me. My right hand drifted down his side while my head was nestled lovingly against his. The moment my right hand reached his flank, his hind leg came up off the floor. I noticed this reaction and decided to run my hand underneath him, rubbing his tummy the way we had when he was a pup. Drawing my hand back along his underside, I encountered the wet tip of his bright red cock. It was protruding from the sheath about an inch or so and was dripping with something I associated with pre-cum. When my hand contacted his maleness, his hind leg levitated off the floor, exposing more of his genitalia. I hesitated at first. As I said before, although I've seen more than my share of cocks in my time, I've never experienced anything but heterosexual sex. As a result, the thought of touching a cock other than my own was foreign to me. Especially when that cock belonged to the family dog. My hesitation was ended, however, when I reasoned with myself that Pad had made the first move by giving me the closest thing I'd had to sex in over seven days. I hadn't realized until this moment how badly the buildup inside me was affecting me. I was tense with anticipation and if I wanted release, I needed to be willing to give as well as get. That was, more or less, the reasoning that took place in my mind as I began stroking the sheathed cock of the family Great Dane. The more I stroked it, the more I got into it. The apparent size and length of the thing fascinated me. It went half the length of his torso and was nearly as big around as mine! I ran my hand toward the back of his peter, expecting to make contact with his balls. When I reached what I thought was his ball sac, I nearly freaked. Pad had only one testicle! I was huge, to be sure, but there was only one! I moved my head away from his so that I could look at this myself. My hand still cupped the large globe as I edged closer to his haunches. When I removed my hand, I was greeted with an odd sight. Now, I had never paid much attention to dogs when they fucked. Of course I knew that they stayed together for a long time, but I didn't think much about the mechanics of it. Well, what I had thought was a single testicle, was actually a large knot that had formed in his lengthy cock. His balls were dangling a bit farther down. Now I was really intrigued. I just remained there on all fours staring up at this amazing cock. I was so involved in looking at his male parts that I was completely unprepared for what happened next. With amazing speed, Pad's cock was wrenched from my line of sight. The large animal had moved around behind me and was now pressing his nose in the crack of my ass. Before I could make a move, that familiar tongue lashed out. I felt something soft, wet, and warm run across the sensitive pucker of my ass. It was the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. My hands and knees went weak with excitement. It wasn't long before that lapping tongue was plunging inside my asshole. I thought I was going to cum right then and there. I was about to reach down and pump my pal when I felt the weight of Pad on my back. I had to reinforce my hand's stand on the floor to support the additional body. Although I was very na