Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 17:42:14 -0500 From: Allen Baker Subject: Dogs In The Park I loved to wander the park and watch the men. Rumor has it that the park is great for gay cruising. And it probably is I'm just too reserved to approach anyone. So mostly I wander and eye up all the males. It was the first sunny day in early April, and the late afternoon landscape was dotted with people eager to shake off the last of the winter's cabin fever. I sat at a picnic table and watched the coming and going. A car stopped, and the driver opened the door. Before he could swing out, two dogs bounded onto the grass. The boxer sprinted circles and figure eights, obviously ecstatic for the occasion to romp. The petite dachshund darted about on stubby limbs trying to catch up to the last place it had seen its friend. The result was a comedy of starts and stops and direction changes as the boxer tumbled about at top speed. From the woods came a lady with a young black lab on a leash. The boxer abruptly stopped and stared. Then he made an all-out dash for the lab. His owner shouted ignored commands and took off in a sprint to intercept him, followed by the panting dachshund. The two dogs met in a sudden sniffing match. Then the boxer circled and mounted the lab. The lab whimpered but didn't put up a fight as the boxer plunged in and humped away. By this point, both owners were working at separating the two, but the dogs had their own needs to fulfill. I was close enough to have lent a hand, but frankly I was enjoying the show. Spring. Sex. Rutting in public. Suddenly, I had urges of my own. I envied the lab being mounted by such a dominate male. And wondered how dominate the boxer's owner might be. Eventually, the boxer relieved himself into the lab and, satisfied, immediately lost interest. Off he loped, leaving his master to try to appease the outraged woman who finally stomped off in a huff. By that point, the boxer had found his way over to my picnic table and sat contentedly by my feet while I scratched his ears. His owner watched the retreating lady's back for a couple of seconds, then began looking for his delinquent dog. When he spotted us, he slowly trudged over with the dachshund at his heel. They plopped down with us. "Shit, Mutt, how much more grief are you going to cause me today?" Since Mutt wasn't about to respond, I did. "At least she didn't demand your name and address. She can't sue or send vet bills without that." At last he smiled. "Guess you're right there." "And what can we expect from a horny guy in spring?" I gave mutt another playful scratch on the head. "We're probably all ready for a quick rutt. He's just lucky he can get away with it in public." Now an outright laugh. "Fuck, yes." "Guess we'll just have to find some privacy." I'd been studying this guy and was ready to have him jump on my bone any day, so why waste time beating about the bush? "Your place or mine?" His startled look gave way to an even bigger laugh. "God, what took you so long to ask?" He was eyeing me up and down. He focused in on my expanding crotch. "I guess my place, cause it's not far, and the dogs would probably destroy yours. And I don't think either one of us wants to wait longer than necessary, so let's move." The three of us sprinted to his car, the boxer winning the race. * * * * * As soon as he latched the door behind us, we flung ourselves at each other. Passionate, hard kisses. Tight, fast hugs. Roaming, grasping hands. Next thing I knew, we were in a nude tangle on the rug with mouths sucking on each other's rods. Then he rolled me over and started nuzzling on my hole. He sucked and licked. His tongue probed and darted about. Soon I was moaning and breathless. I wanted this man to abuse me the same way his dog had the lab. Suddenly his mouth was gone. Something else probed at my opening. I gasped with pleasure as his cock head popped into my chute. Quickly, he buried his nine-inch length into me and bit down on my shoulder. Then we began to buck and groan as he plundered and plowed my ass. Every thrust pounded against my hot spot, and I was soon oozing onto his carpet. Suddenly, he was jerking and bellowing in my ear. He planted himself deep, and I felt his cock twitching deep down. I bucked and cried out as I spat my wad between the floor and my belly. The mad rush to ecstacy was complete, and we collapsed into a heavily breathing mound. God, that had felt great! We lay quietly regaining reality when I felt a wet tongue lapping at my ass. Looking back, I could see Mutt's bulk between our legs. His head disappeared into our crotches. He slurped at the cock retreating from my hole, cleaning it as it slowly emerged from hiding. "Hope you're not spooked. He loves to eat my cum. Especially fresh from a guy's butt hole. I can send him off if you'd rather." "Hell, no! I'll let any tongue eat me out. And that tongue feels as good as any I've ever experienced. You've trained him well." "Just wait till he gets the whole length of it up your ass. It wriggles and slurps up in there enough to make any man squirm." He pulled completely off me, and I learned he'd not been exaggerating. Soon, Mutt had me moaning and grinding my crotch into the damp patch of carpet beneath me. But suddenly, the tongue was gone, and Mutt was poking at my hole with his crotch. "You want this?" His soothing voice crooned in my ear. "Believe me, it's a phenomenal experience." I was in too much heat to debate the morals. I just knew I needed something in my hole immediately. "Fuck yeah, I want it." He reached down and guided the dog's desperate dong into my opening. Mutt didn't know the meaning of gentle. He was totally in, and he plowed for all his worth. His whine was near my neck, and I felt dog slobber dribble onto my shoulder blades. I'd never been so brutally, thoroughly fucked in my life. His shaft wasn't thick, but the nob swelled to dramatic proportions, and his length insured that he hit places never before touched. His master slid his rehardened cock into my willing mouth for me to nurse on. Soon all three of us were bellowing and barking and blasting our juices. Mutt pulled out and lapped at my now gapping pucker as his master and I gently cuddled on the floor. Soon the three of us curled up for a well-deserved nap. Just before I dozed off, there was a whisper in my ear. "Do you have any plans for tonight? I have a friend who has a St. Bernard you just won't believe."