Date: Mon, 28 May 2012 00:00:17 +1000 From: Hug Doggy Subject: If Only I Could Live In Dreams If Only I Could Live In Dreams By HugDoggy All comments welcome to mrhugdoggy [at] gmail [dot] com) Copyright 2011 this story may be freely distributed as long as the file remains unchanged in any way. This story contains a sexual relationship between a man and his dog if this sort of thing is not for you, please read no further. Slowing I turned the old bike into the driveway of my house and with a slight squeak of breaks, came to a stop outside the wooden picket gate that was badly in need of a coat of paint. As I dismounted I could hear the familiar sound of claws scrambling on the wooden deck where the aging German Shepherd's bed lay. Just as I reached the gate a large black nose poked through the hole I was about to put my hand through to unlock the gate. "Hey old boy, how ya doing?" I enquired brightly. His answer came quickly in the form of a wine that rose in pitch to become a short howl as the large black and grey muzzle disappeared from the opening in the gate just as quickly as it had appeared. The sizable dog charging off into the carport to grab his favourite toy a big brown plastic football with knobs all around the outside. His powerful jaws could easily destroy the toy, yet in the five years he had possessed it, nary a scratch had he inflicted upon it. With the one exception of the valve at the end being forced inside the ball to stop it squeaking when squeezed. Fleek firmly believed that toys should not make high pitched noises while being played with, thus the intelligent canine would always find a way to de-squeak his toys soon after he got them. If this was beyond his talents the toy was either obliterated into tiny pieces until the squeaker could be found and terminated with extreme prejudice or the toy was simply never played with ever again. "So Fleeks, did you have a good day while I was at work?" A rather muffled "WOOF" came the reply as the large ball much like the mute in a trumpet blocked most of the sound escaping from the dog's substantial muzzle. The happy canine doing a strange tap dance as he walked beside me to the back door, proving your only as old as you think you are, and this dog was convinced he was still a puppy. An act that might have been more convincing if the arthritis in his front left leg hadn't caused him to stumble just then as he climbed the few small steps into the house while I held the door open for him. "Hey Mr! What about wiping your paws?" Fleeks turned his large noble head raising one of his strikingly contrasting eyebrows on that dark sable coloured face of his, both acknowledging that I had spoken to him yet completely ignoring me at the same time as he made his way toward the large dog bed in the lounge room. "Well Fine!" I said chuckling, closing and locking the back door behind us. During winter I would have made him come back so I could wipe his pads with a towel before he brought to much mud in the house but it was a nice day and truth be told his paws were probably cleaner than my boots which I proceeded to remove. "I'm going to have a shower now. Did you want to come?" Fleek quickly deposited his football on the safety of his bed for later retrieval and came in hot pursuit as I headed into the bathroom, Stripping off my sweaty cloths as I went. I turned the fan on as Fleek zoomed in skidding slightly on the slippery tiles when he entered the room. "Slow down! You big clown, you'll hurt yourself if you crash." I good naturedly chastised the great lumbering beast, taking care not to shut the very bushy tan flecked grey and black tail in the door as I shut it behind him. Fleek for his part satisfied that he had made it into the room before the door closed which would have separated us, turn himself around and dropped into his favourite position with his front legs spread wide and his massive head on the ground between them looking for all the world like a big hairy crocodile ready to dive into a river. I could never really work out why exactly he like to lye on the floor while I had a shower, it might have been the cool tiles on his tummy on a hot day or the fact that the fan pulled a constant flow of air under the door into the bathroom past his strategically place nose, or simply the fact that he was with me. well what ever it was he always seemed happy to be there guarding the door while I was showering. There was a brief lull in our conversation while I washed my hair and upper body. "Kohnan the Rotty came into work today." I started as Fleek let out a load sigh. "Don't be like that, he's a nice dog." I said. Fleek kept quiet his mind firmly made up; that all Rottweilers were bad, after being snuffled at by a rotty when he was playing with one years earlier and thinking the other dog was growling at him for no good reason. "Anyway, I had to give him a bath, I think he really enjoyed me working the shampoo through his coat, as he got a full on boner as I was washing his tummy and around his sheath." Fleek just let out a quiet moan and rolled onto his side showing little interest in hearing about the other dogs activities. I on the other hand found myself developing my own erection as I thought about that large piece of meat that kohnan had between his hind legs. Fleek had bigger balls but the two dogs dicks were quite comparable in size from what I could tell. I had been careful not to let the rotty pop his knot out while I carefully rinsed him off making sure that no shampoo was left on that pink throbbing shaft before he calmed down and relaxed back into his sheath again. Giving my penis a few slow strokes I briefly pondered what might have been with the young dog if I didn't have to worry about being caught by another staff member. Deciding that I was clean enough I turned off the shower thinking that I would go and jerk off to some nice doggy porn maybe some of Fleek's and my old stuff. Alas now that he was almost 14 years old, his sex drive was fairly low compared to the randy dog I once knew. It had been years since his hips were up to the firm ass pounding he once was able to perform. Hearing the shower stop, Fleek scrambled to his feet and padded over to the shower door as I stepped out. With a slight sniff Fleek's well tuned nose detected the unmistakable scent that was emanating from my crotch. His big pink tongue flicked out and with one swipe cleaned several drops of precum from the head and upper shaft of my dick. I shuddered slightly from the delicious touch from my long time lovers sloppy kiss. I grabbed a towel giving my hair a quick rub to get it dry enough so as not to drip water everywhere. I gave the rest of my body a similarly superficial drying process while Fleek gave my straining erection a few more swipes before walking over to the door and looking back over his shoulder at me. "You don't have to ask me twice." I said delighted that he was in the mood to play. Opening the door and following the Sable Shepherd into my bedroom. I quickly grabbed a polar fleece jumper from a draw as I was feeling a bit chilly after the hot shower. Slipping the jumper on I turned to face Fleek who was sitting on a white sheet in the corner of the room. This sheet was the place where we would go to play, when he was in the mood for some fun. As long as we were home alone I would never refuse this simple unspoken request from my lover and I wasn't about to start now. Especially with that large pink rod sticking one third the way out of his sheath and tongue hanging out panting slightly looking incredibly cute. I practically bounded over to him dropping to my hands and knees as he rose to a standing position once more. His sheath pulling forward hiding his penis from me, in a somewhat comical game of hide and seek. I reached out my right hand and took hold of his shaft through his sheath and started stroking it back and forth, I could feel his knot already beginning to grow. The large dog let out a quiet grunt and spread his back legs slightly further apart to gain a better footing as his hips began slowly thrusting. This new stance also had given me easier access to his throbbing genitals captured in my hand. I leaned forward and covered the opening of Fleeks sheath momentarily tasting the small amount of smegma that had formed there. However any thoughts of it being an unpleasant taste were instantly replaced as with the very next stroke of my hand, Fleeks pulsing shaft emerging from his sheath found a warm moist hole engulfing it and he humped slightly, which pushed his knot free of the furry confines of his sheath. Unfortunately this sudden release of his ever growing knot speared the firm shaft hard into the back of my throat; causing me to pull back slightly in pain. Well I asked for that I muttered to myself removing my mouth from the big canines huge shaft. Spitting the mixture of my saliva and Fleek's precum onto my left hand, I took hold of the large dog cock once more grasping it gently but firmly behind the knot and started pulling slowly but quite strongly on the back of his knot. I let the shaft move freely in and out of my mouth taking great care not to let my teeth come into contact with the sensitive flesh of my lover. The actions had the desired effect as the squirts shooting from his rock hard organ took on a more decidedly salty taste. Fleek had always had nice come, some dogs can be a bit bitter but this stud standing over me tasted nothing short of perfect to me at that moment. Seemingly happy that he had impregnated me the large shepherd became restless as he tried to turn. Alas that's a trick for younger dogs and I found myself trying to support him and ease him down onto his side as the poor old boys back legs failed to handle the manoeuvre. Kicking myself for not picking up on the fact he was getting tired standing in the one spot for several minutes. I tried to make sure he was comfortable and that his now very sensitive penis was not touching the ground as he lay there. His enormous knot seemed in no hurry to go down. I decided to lay down beside him, taking as much of his shaft into my mouth as would comfortably fit; just holding it gently with my lips periodically licking the base and knot with my tongue. I was Doing my best to keep everything moist while not stimulating him to much, so he could relax. My efforts seemed to be working as I could hear Fleek starting to snore and I knew it wouldn't be long before his equipment would with draw back into its furry home. I increased the speed of my right hand that had been stroking my own dick enjoying the fact that my lovers most intimate parts were resting securely in my mouth as he slept. I could feel myself rapidly approaching my own orgasm when slowly but surely the voice of a 70's rock star, turned morning radio DJ dragged me from my glorious dream. Drowsily I roll over and stretch out an arm but instead of feeling the lush thick coat of my German shepherd lover, my hand strikes a cold empty dog bed. Suddenly I am wide awake as the memory of laying my love in the ground the day before slams into my brain like a freight train and I begin to cry uncontrollably. It is said when someone has lived for a long time that they had a good run, but this does not make there passing any less painful or easier for those left behind. I miss you with all my heart dear friend, you were always there when I needed you. The greatest irony is that I can't turn to you now. To snuggle in your thick coat and to stroke your large powerful head, as you bring me comfort like you have done so many times; for it is your loss that gives me this pain now. Journey well and may your spirit fly higher than the stars my gentle lover.