Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2023 18:27:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: "dogbone421@aol.com" <dogbone421@aol.com>
Subject: "A Country Boy and His Dog"  Chapter 11

One "A Country Boy and his Dog"


Chapter 11


	Ah, it was so nice and peaceful sitting out here on the swing under
the front porch. The squeaky old chains it hung from made a repetitive
racket as I swung back and forth. The weather was perfect today with bright
blue skies and a cool breeze blowing. With my left leg laying cocked up on
the swing seat, my right leg kept the slight motion going as I sipped a
cold beer. Lazy Saturdays were the best when I had them off and I took full
advantage of this one.

	With nothing but my underwear on, I admired my hairy chest and legs
as I vegetated. The familiar scent of dog jiz hung around me like cheap
aftershave. Having just finished a hot session with Boomer, I had pulled on
my boxers and headed out here to cool off. I was relaxed and feeling at
peace as I began to feel the effects of the beer as it ran thru my
veins. Especially since I was on my second one already. Acknowledging the
gut full of dog juice, I now possessed as I shifted my weight, it replaced
the heavy load Boomer helped me dump from my nuts. Laying off to the side
of me was the insatiable sperm injector sleeping like a baby. A good fuck
always makes him weak and sleepy just like it does to any other
male. Smiling to myself, I acknowledge we're a fine duo of dudes who enjoy
each other's body. Just doing what comes natural to us. With us country
boys, if we aint eating, drinking, or fighting, then we're fucking.

It had been a long week of overtime and hard work and this was my reward. A
good fuck, a hard cock taken care of and drinking beer out here in my
shorts was pure heaven to me. Embarrassingly my cock was so shriveled up,
nothing was protruding from my pouch in my underwear. A good sign my needs
had been fulfilled. Glancing over at Boomer, his sheath was still wet
looking from his spittle as he licked himself clean after our coupling.

"Good fuck there ayy boy," I tossed his way as I raised my beer to cheer on
his accomplishment.


He raised up slightly as I then got up and walked to the edge of the
dilapidated porch. The cool boards felt good on my bare feet as I got into
position. Pulling my elastic waistband down, I hauled out my deflated cock
and proceeded to take a leak. I marveled at the high arch I was still able
to produce as I watched my piss stream. This wasn't my first time watering
the weeds below nor would it be my last. Shaking off the last drops of
piss, I sniffed my fingers after I ran them around the head of my cock. The
fresh smell of sperm filled my nostrils as I savored the manly scent.

"Yo dude, you missed a lot cleaning me up," I spoke to him as I turned and
watched his reaction. "Usually, you don't leave any traces of my spunk," I
tossed his way as I pulled my waistband back up and adjusted my junk.

"Ah, there's always next time aint there boy," I said to him as I stepped
over and squatted down and patted his head. "With you around there's always
a next time aint there you fucking horny son of a bitch," I bragged as I
pulled his ear playfully. "You should be dam lucky I can't get knocked up
or we'd have to slap a rubber on that thing of yours each time," I laughed
as I belly rubbed him. "I'd have to buy a box every week if that was the
case with your sex drive bro."

Suddenly my bowels grumbled and the urge to dump hit me quickly perched
like this. Quickly I had to get to my feet again.

"Whoa, almost had an accident there boy," I confessed to him as I tried to
regain control of my bowels. "That was close dude," I spoke as I watched
him assume the sleep position again.

Gingerly I walked about the small area fighting off the deep grumble in my
guts as I started sipping my beer again. Staring off into the woods behind
us helped divert my mind to something else.

"Crisis averted," I mumbled to myself shortly afterwards as I assumed my
position in the swing and kicked back again. Happy thoughts ran thru my
head as I relived some of our most memorable moments playing hide his
sausage.

After a short nap, I jumped awake and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The
bloated feelings in my guts were long gone now as I stood and stretched to
the heavens. Feeling rambunctious after a nap and a protein injection, I
pulled on my boots and slouched around outside still in just my
underwear. I praised my decision to buy this secluded trailer long ago
having no fear of being bothered or seen from the road.

While moving junk around in my shed, I heard a big diesel truck roar up the
road beyond the underbrush. When it turned into my gravel driveway, I was
surprised at first. Knowing I wasn't expecting company, I strained my neck
to be sure it wasn't a government revenuer, LOL.  Much to my surprise, it
was one of the guys I worked with paying me a visit. First Boomer started
barking which then set off the other two burglar alarms. Barking and coming
across as fierce, he stood outside the driver's door. My work friend wasn't
the least bit intimidated. As he opened his door, I yelled for Boomer to
stop barking and then scolded the other two as well.

Sniffing at the ass of his pants after he realized he wasn't a threat, he
found something very interesting in the scent of him.  Boomer was on Rick's
heels in a heartbeat as he walked towards me. Not used to too many people
visiting, Boomer was acting in a way I didn't think was appropriate. I was
always very careful to be sure he never gave any indication to others of
what we did together in the sack. Always scolding him when he did something
stupid that indicated he was more than just a mutt to me, I cringed as I
watched him. It was obvious he had tossed all that training out the window.

"Dude, just kick him away," I bellowed as he got closer and Boomer didn't
stop his investigating a possible new conquest. "Must be a female in the
area in heat because he's been acting randy lately," I offered to quell the
situation.

"He just needs some pussy, don't you boy," Rick spoke as he aggressively
rubbed Boomer's head and patted his back. "Fuck, don't we all."

Instantly Boomer took that as invite to keep going as he started taking
deep sniffs of Rick's crotch. In my mind I was like, "Mother fucker just
had a piece of ass and he still wants more," as I stepped over to stop
things quickly. I could see that Boomer's sheath was swelled up and he was
anxiously waiting for an invite from Rick to allow him at his ass. Hoping
up and then trying to grab his thigh, I cock blocked him before he got too
randy. Grabbing him by his collar, I pulled him back in a swift motion.

"Wish I had a chick sniff my nuts like that," Rick hollered in laughter as
I drug Boomer away from him.

"Sorry about that bro," I offered as I held Boomer still. "Like I said,
he's randy as hell lately."

"No problem, dude, most dogs act crazy now and then," he offered as he spit
some chew in the gravel and I watched Boomer keep him in his cross
hairs. The tip of his swelled cock now stuck out from his sheath in a
blatant display of hunger for him. Ever since he got some pussy off that
cop on our trip down to Florida, he's been extra randy I noticed.

Attacking my brother just last week when he came over, he could barely get
in the house before he demanded they hit the bedroom. Running in the
bedroom and then back out, he was coaxing my brother to follow him in. With
shrugged shoulders after a head nod of my approval, I watched him pull his
tee shirt off as he entered the room and close the door behind them
both. The sound of those familiar tags clanking thru the closed door
followed by silence was an obvious indicator my brother was on the swelled
knot. Not that there was ever any doubt. After about a half hour, my
brother opened the squeaky door covered in sweat with his big cock pointing
at the ceiling. Boomer ran out heading for his water bowl lapping away from
exhausting. My brother in the meantime was pulling his underwear on
stuffing his still hard cock back in his underwear as he demanded,

"What's up with him being so fucking horny acting towards me? He fucked the
shit out of my ass bro. I nearly popped the load I was saving for my wife,"
he bellowed as he walked up to me and leaded forward on the kitchen
counter. With the fresh smell of dog sex permeating from his pores he
asked, "You taking care good care of him dude? I thought you two were
regular like clockwork in that department? Hiding his sausage every day
that is," he laughed as he punched my shoulder.

But honestly, I couldn't blame Boomer for wanting some off Rick. He
obviously had good taste in picking potential fuck partners. The fact that
Rick was good looking and built like a steam roller only added to his
intrigue, I'm sure. Dressed in tight worn jeans and a tee shirt, he would
be a notch on any dude's headboard.

But deep down within me that crazy jealously a lover gets when he realizes
his mate desires another raised its ugly head. As he tried to pull from my
grip, I could see the desire in his facial expressions. I know the fact
that we have fucked countless times played a big factor in it all. I mean
who doesn't want some strange every now and then?

Rick and I shot the breeze for a few as I stood in my underwear. I wasn't
feeling the least bit shy being around another male who had seen me in them
in the locker room at work. Boomer had calmed down somewhat as we spoke but
he took a few impromptu licks at the front of my underwear before I was
able to jerk him away. Then taking deep sniffs at my butt crack, he tried
to maneuver his big snout up under the material at my thigh. To me, he was
advertising in my mind what we do it together. And hoping to entice Rick
into doing the same with him.

"Maybe you should just jerk him off or something," Rick fired off quickly
seeing the frustration on my face? Then he added, "That is if you're into
stuff like that shit," he bellowed as he belly laughed and arched his
eyebrows questionable. "I remember I jerked off my dog back when I was a
kid. Man, that fucker had a honker on him," he whistled. "Running around
with that baseball pat hanging under him. We all died laughing."


 "You guys have been up here isolated for too long, that's your problem,"
he added before he laid out his reason for stopping by. It seems his
sister-in-law was coming to town for a few weeks and his wife wondered if I
would take her out on a few dates? "The wife pressured me into coming up
here today. She's that concerned with finding her a male friend while she's
here.

"I know you could use some pussy buddy and she's a sure thing," he said
blatantly. "Beats hanging around a mutt and jerking him off dude," he
bellowed again as he reached forward and poked my exposed belly. When's the
last time you had a girl friend? Aint you tired of your hand by now bro?"

"It's been a while," I confessed knowing it was well beyond time for me to
put up another appearance of being into chicks. Working with the kind of
men I do, I had to come across as one of the boys constantly. The
consequences of not blending in was way worse than just playing the
game. Agreeing to taking her out on a date was an instant must for me
weather I wanted to or not.

"It's guaranteed pussy for you bro, promise. She fucks everything," he
added after I agreed to take her out at least once.


 Satisfied with my answer, he headed for his truck again. Boomer jerked
from me so aggressively that he broke free and chased Rick down. When he
got up to him, his randiness began again. Rick could barely walk without
Boomer being up his ass or diving into his crotch.

"He needs pussy dude or jerk him the fuck off," he yelled laughing as he
hopped you in his high sitting truck and closed the door. I could tell
Boomer wasn't happy as he watched the truck back down the driveway. As he
pulled away, he made a beeline back towards me.

"So, you wanta fuck that do you," I bellowed in a jealous sounding voice as
he stood before me now? "My ass isn't enough for you huh? As many times
we've done the nasty together you want some of that dude's ass?"

Standing there looking up at me with his tail wagging the dirt around, I
gave off the impression of being mad at him as I turned my head to the side
and wouldn't look at him. With my hands on my hips, I shook my head back
and forth. "I should cut you off totally from crawling up my ass dude," I
said disgustedly.

 When he let out of low woof and whimpered, I couldn't stay mad at him. I
mean we had history together. Quickly dropping the act, I reached my hand
down for him to lick.

"Hell, I can't be mad at my fuck buddy, can I? I don't blame you boy for
wanting him," I said as I then got down and rubbed his ears. In fact, he'd
be a great conquest for you to bag. I only wish I could arrange for you two
to try and make pups together," I laughed as I stood and headed for the
trailer.

"No, we aint fucking again," I yelled as he followed too closely behind.

Inside he was desperate to mount me again. Rick had really gotten his
juices flowing again. "Dude, we fucked not two hours ago," I bartered with
him as he wanted in my guts again. Constantly following me around getting
in my way got old quickly. That and the constant nudging my backside and
even trying to pull my underwear down with his teeth. Popping another beer
can, I took a good swig and yelled, "Fuck it man, you win."

Reluctantly walking towards our bedroom easing my underwear down, he was
happy as a pig in shit. It was all the sign he needed to know he had won
the battle. "We can't be doing this all-day long bro," I grumbled as I got
into position. "Let's make this quick because I got things to get done,"
barely escaped my lips before he was on my back again with his thin wet
pecker parting my hairy butt crack and finding my inviting opening. "Ah
fuck dude," was all that escaped my mouth before I was in his vice grip and
arching my hips back against his thrusting. In the quiet of the room, all
that could be heard was the clanking of his dog tags in unison with his
thrusting hips and some low steady grunts from me.

The following weekend, I was on a double date with Rick and his wife and
her sister. Drinks flowed quickly and the conversation was enjoyable. We
seemed to hit it off quickly and I knew already it was going to be easy to
sure up my reputation as a horny guy with her. When dinner was over, we all
headed back to Ricks house. His wife drove so us men folk could still drink
beers and whoop and holler.

At their place Sharon, that was here name, and I slipped off to the
basement to be alone. Her room was down there and before I knew it, my
pants were off and I throwing the cock to her. It felt strange not having a
hound dogs big ass knot rubbing my prostate as I thrust back and forth. But
it made me focus more on the moment and perform better. I wanted to ring
her bell good and have her brag about my performance to her sister in the
morning. This was after all only for show in my book to keep the gossip
mongrels at bay. I was smart enough at least to bag my dick before I
entered her to be sure she wouldn't come up pregnant. I didn't want a
shotgun wedding because she was knocked up and ruin my life as I knew it.

I slipped out in the early morning hours before anyone else woke
up. Hopping up in my truck, I didn't turn on my headlights till I was out
of their driveway and moving down the road. When I got home, the sun was
just beginning to rise as I opened my door. Boomer ran to me quickly and
knew with one sniff something was different with me. Suddenly overly
obsessed with sniffing at my crotch, he knew I had been with a woman.

"Ah, you like that smell huh," I blurted out as I tossed my keys on the
table and closed the door. "That's what real pussy smells like, remember?
Not manhole like you're used to is it boy," I teased him with as I stood
still and allowed him to take it all in. Reaching in my front jeans pocket,
I pulled out the rubber we had used and showed it to him. A large amount of
my clotted white liquid was still in the tip reservoir.

Boomer was hopping up with an intense look as he checked out the rubber and
sniffed around it. When his tail went to wagging a hundred miles an hour, I
knew he figured out what it was. Kneeling, I held him back with my arm
around his shoulder and slowly introduced it to him. After he licked around
the outside of it, I rolled the condom back to about three inches in
length. He knew from experience what to do and slowly I watched his long
tongue invade the inside of the rubber. Lap after lap, my wad of cum slowly
disappeared as he inched to the very tip. Once it was clean, he backed from
me licking him lips and savoring the taste.

"See buddy, I always think of you," I playfully said to him as I rubbed up
and down his back. "Again, thank god you and I don't have to use these
fuckers," I said as I examined its emptiness before I tossed it towards the
kitchen trashcan.

Exhausted and still half hung over, I wanted my own bed and sleep. Moving
down the hallway, my boots and shirt slowly disappeared littering the
hallway as I entered the bedroom. Slipping out of my jeans, Boomer was
right behind me checking things out.

"No worries back there boy, I didn't give it up to anyone," I casually
offered as I stepped out of my pants. When I pulled off my underwear, he
licked my butt crack as he always does just to be sure. As I flopped back
on the bed and laid spread eagle, Boomer jumped up with me. He got between
my legs and started sniffing and licking around my crotch. As I closed my
eyes, I was slipping off to la la land as he was licking my cock and
balls. As he dug his tongue up under my sack and licked towards my hole, I
naturally eased up for him and he found pay dirt.

"Couple more times with her and I'll call it off," I babbled like someone
was really listening. "Then it's back to you and me doing our thing without
worries."

"Dude, seriously, I can't get into us fucking right now. I need sleep," I
offered as he came up and he started licking at my lips.  "Isn't it enough
you fudge packed my ass before I went out on this date?"

As he continued to lick and French kiss me, I still resisted. "I know what
you're thinking. All I gotta do I roll over and put my ass up. You'll do
all the work," I answered with closed eyes as I slowly rolled over and
half-heartedly assumed my expected position.

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