Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2020 21:31:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: dogbone421@aol.com
Subject: "A Country Boy and His Dog" Chapter 3

Chapter 3


	The nights were starting to get cool now as Fall was fast
approaching. It was my favorite season of the whole year. Wearing flannel
shirts with blue jeans and boots will become the norm soon. Watching
football and going hunting was high on my list of things I loved. Well,
that and dog dick, let's be honest here. I say this as I'm sitting on the
hopper expelling a load of freshly planted dog semen. The result of my dog
using my body for his pleasure again. I make it sound like it's all about
pleasing him, but that's not true. I love submitting myself to him. Being
used for the pleasure of draining his nuts. Looking down at my hairy toes
as I strain, they curl inward as I force myself to shit. The familiar
sounds of air mixed with liquid fill the small room I'm in. Spreading my
legs wider, I can see the frothy ruminates of what was just inside my
body. In doing so, the strong aroma of dog cum whiffs towards my nostrils.
Breathing in deeply the intoxicating smell of strong semen, a sense of
accomplishment comes over me. It was my reward from the perfect union
between a man and his dog lover.

	My cock hangs limp pointing at the bowl water as my hairy nuts
swing as I move to grab some toilet paper. Matted with dried dog cum, the
hairs on the back of my sack pinch me as I twist. Having squirted my load
during our play time, both my pecker and asshole are content at this
point. As I wipe the wetness from my pucker, I check the paper as I always
do. Soaked with clear liquid, the amount in the bowl and on the paper still
amazes me. Knowing it was deposited really deep within my bowels, my mind
wonders how much is still within me? Swimming deeper the opposite way,
looking for something to fertilize.

	As I stand and flush the toilet, I hate to see the efforts of my
dog's love making go down the drain! But after hundreds of times of him
doing this to me, I think he will forgive me for this one. As I turn on the
shower, he comes running into the bathroom. Quickly his snout goes between
my butt cheeks and starts sniffing and then licking.

	"Ah fuck, you know I love you to boy," I sigh as he rakes his
tongue over my pucker. The most private spot on my body known inside and
out by him. "You're a good lover, aint no doubt about that," I sigh as my
eyes roll back in my head as he tongues me deeper.


	I have waited all year for this time to arrive. Hunting in the Fall
is a rite of passage for a country boy! With the leaves beginning to turn
and the smell of wood fires in the air, it signals the coming of Winter
soon. The crisp cooler nights make wearing my camouflage pants and shirts
easier. Fully dressed for hunting and packing a flask of moonshine whiskey,
I grab my hunting rifle and head out. I crank the music in my truck as the
cool morning air rushes around the inside of my cab. My hand fondles my
junk in my pants as I drove, thinking of the fun I'm hoping to have later
today.

	I pull into my brother's dirt driveway, honking the horn as I
approach. He quickly appears at the tattered screen door as I pull in front
of his house. As he steps out, he is followed by his Blue Tick coonhound
hunting dog. He's the main reason that I'm here, to borrow his dog.

	Instantly I begin to stare at the good-looking dog. The juices
within me begin to flow as I admire the handsome male dog that he was. For
a dog loving man like me, he was the epitome of what I desired. Black, tan
and covered in white with spots all over, he was a beautiful specimen of
virility in the dog world. And the triggers within my brain took instant
notice. I fantasized about being with him like a normal dude would a woman
he desired. Crowing at the top of his lungs, he barked not knowing who had
arrived. My brother cussed at him and even kicked his way trying to stop
the loud barking as I got out of my truck.

	When I came around front towards my bumper, he froze and stared at
me with the hair on his back bristled. Stepping up to my brother and
patting each other on the back, gave the dog time to realize I wasn't a
threat. In fact, he then quickly galloped towards me. Instantly wagging his
tail, a hundred miles an hour.


	We were not strangers to each other at all. In fact, he already
knew how well I could satisfy him.  As I reached my hand down for him to
sniff me, he quickly awoke to my scent. As my bro and I exchanged
pleasantries, he moved around me sniffing at my crotch and eventually my
butt crack. I didn't try to stop him or worry about what my brother
thought. My brother already knew my story.

	"He sure does like you," my bro offered as he watched his dog sniff
at me. "Mother fucker is always sniffing around dudes' asses," he
commented. "Kick that fucker in the nuts and he'll leave you alone bro. Or
take him out in the woods and take care of his needs man," he grinned at
me. "You wanta cup of coffee before you get going," he then asked?


As I accepted, he stepped towards his house to retrieve us some. I watched
my brother's good-looking ass in his tight jeans as he made his way towards
his door. I instantly wondered if his dog had ever had a chance to split
those cheeks apart yet? I thought this because I'd recently reintroduced
him to taking dog cock up the ass a couple times already. We like to get
shit faced every once in a while, as brothers do. Last January he and I go
so drunk he passed out in my living room. We'd stripped down to our
underwear earlier because the wood stove that heated my trailer was really
cranking out the heat. Boomer quickly realized he was incapacitated and
proceeded to sniff at his crotch as he lay there motionless. I sat beside
him watching my dog check him out. Before long, Boomer's nose was up under
my brother's loose boxers licking at his cock and balls. Instantly I grew
hard watching him slowly seduce my flesh and blood. When he jumped up on
him and started licking his face, I knew he wanted some tail hole off
him. I know I shouldn't have and it really was fucked up on my part. But I
slowly maneuvered my brothers limp body till he was laying with his chest
on the sofa cushions and his butt sticking out and up. With not a peep from
him, I knew he was dead to the world at this point. With a drunken brain, I
pulled my brothers boxers down to his knees and exposed what Boomer was
wanting.

"There you go boy," I whispered to my dog.  "Go get you some asshole. I'm
sure he's going to be good and tight. It's been years since he's been
rutted up the ass."

Boomer quickly got into position at my encouraging. I guided his stabbing
cock as he humped my brother's backside. Placing it against his pucker was
all I needed to do, as Boomer took over. I held my hand close so he
wouldn't knot him on their first attempt at sex as he whaled away. Within
seconds, he had him locked tight around his waist and was sunk all the way
up into to him.  Once the knot was big enough to not enter my brother, I
pulled away and allowed nature to take over. My dog continued to thrust
against him until he was fully swelled within him. I kicked back and drank
another beer as I watched them both. I reached in and pulled my cock out
and slow jerked myself as I watched. I was excited beyond belief watching
my dog throw the cock to my brother. The strength that showed in his
powerful hind legs as he bucked was amazing. I had never had the
opportunity to watch him fuck a dude before and it was hypnotizing. My
brother's cock had awoken and was swelled to full hardness. My dog held him
extra tight as he panted knowing he was getting something special. When he
withdrew from him about ten minutes later, he walked around with his huge
cock hanging low. Squirting cum constantly, it jerked up and down under his
belly. I quickly crawled up under him and sucked on the cock coated with my
brother's ass juice.

In the morning, my brother and I were hung over terribly. I was making
coffee when he walked in the kitchen looking like death warmed over. We
both looked at each other and shook our heads.

"Man, that was some crazy drinking on our part," he bragged as he sat at
the table. As I handed him his coffee he asked, "how'd I get these
scratches all over my sides?"

A couple months later when we got drunk again together, I didn't wait till
he passed out. I'll admit he was close and was drunk off his rocker. But I
convinced him loose his underwear earlier and getting him down on his knees
was easy after that. Boomer nailed him quick and this time knotted him
before he passed out. My brother and I had played around with the farm
animals when we were teenagers, so I justified turning him into a dog pussy
again thinking back on those times. Plus, I thought it would be good to
have someone I could bond with on this subject. Again, in the morning he
pretended he had no clue what had happened and wondered how he got
scratches on himself? I leaned back in my chair and gave him the stink eye
wondering how a man could forget something like happening to him?


Two weeks ago, we had our usual brotherly drinking session again. That's
when I mentioned I wanted to borrow his dog for hunting. We were both
feeling really good and he was already slurring his speech when Boomer
approached him. He aggressively pursued him, even jumping his leg as he
walked to the bathroom. When he got back, he causally asked me why the dog
was acting like he was? I could see a lump in his pants already and knew he
was ready. I slowly explained to his drunken brain what Boomer and him had
been up to lately. I told him how much he liked it and asked him to check
his cock right now as proof. I reminded him how he'd been fucked before by
our dog back when we were teenagers. He had gotten boned a few times by the
dog that lived on our farm along with myself. I had convinced him back then
to give it a try. Unlike me, he wasn't as into it as I was. Religion was
always getting in his head after dog sex and he stopped. He knew how much I
loved it and I continued on with him knowing of my deal. He'd sit and watch
me take dog dick out in the barn after school sometimes. He soon turned to
wanting to fuck pussy while I knew I'd found what I needed already. I
continued to convince him tonight to give dog sex a try again. When he
caved, I grinned a crooked smile.

With my big brother arm around his neck, I helped him into my bedroom to
give them privacy. I watched him willingly get out of his pants and
underwear before I left them alone. Standing before me with his hard cock
pointing at the ceiling, I explaining he had to get on his knees as I
walked out. Within a minute I heard the dog's tags ringing out a familiar
sound to me.

They both came out of the room about twenty minutes later with him covered
in sweat and only wearing his underwear. His sides were bright red with a
few scratches where Boomer had clamped him in place. Boomer had a look of
satisfaction on his snout that I knew all too well. Wanting outside so he
could take a piss, I opened the screen door for him as my brother walked
past me. The scent of dog and dog cum hung around him. He looked at me with
shame on his face as he stumbled to the sofa. Grabbing the whiskey bottle
on the coffee table, he took a really big swig.

"Man, I'm really fucked up," he bellowed to me.

"Dude, you just got fucked and you loved it," I reminded him as he looked
my way. "No shame in a straight guy like you taking some dog dick up your
ass. It doesn't make you gay bro. It just means your human and need relief
your wife can't always give you sometimes. It's better than fucking around
with another chick, am I right? At least this way no one's coming up
pregnant and fucks up your marriage bro."

I reassured him it was our secret and that there was nothing wrong with
what he did. As the swig of whiskey began to flow thru his veins, he nodded
his head and stared at the floor. The rest of the evening he drank like
fish, hoping to forget what happened I guessed. Around 5 AM, I heard him
get up and use the toilet. A heavy piss stream could be heard echoing down
the hall. As he stumbled back, I could hear Boomer's dog tags tinkling
behind him. I raised up slightly, pretending to still be asleep as I
watched them. Boomer again was aggressively pursuing him. Jumping up on him
and humping his leg. I saw his baggy boxers being pulled down by the dog as
he suddenly stopped his movement. In the quietness of the room, I could
hear licking sounds. Then the one thing I didn't think he was ready for
happened. I saw him slowly sink to the floor behind the bed. Within seconds
I heard my brother grunt followed by the slapping sound of Boomer's
hips. When I raised up higher, all I saw was Boomers head rocking back and
forth. Easing myself up quietly, I moved around the foot of the bed to see
them locked in passion. Again, my brother's cock was hard as a rock
sticking out from under his crotch. I gave them their privacy and went back
to bed even though my cock was hard as a rock.


At nine in the morning when I shook him awake, he rose again looking like
death warmed over. After visiting the bathroom, he stepped out into the
hallway and headed for the kitchen. I wasn't sure what he was going to say
so I had his coffee ready. After drinking about half the cup, he looked at
me and said,

"Wow, I don't remember shit that happened last night. We must have really
tied on a good one brother," he said with a smile. I grinned back at him
and asked if he wanted more to drink?

 As my brother got the coffee, his dog stayed behind looking up at me with
desperateness in his eyes. My cock began to respond to the energy that was
being given off by him. I watched as he turned slightly sideways and showed
off his already swelled up cock and knot in his sheath. The thick pink tip
slipped out of its shelter about half an inch, beckoning me to
look. Already engorged, it taunted me. This cocky fucker was already
showing me his pipe and expecting something in return. My blood pumped
faster as he worked his magic on me.

	Granted, he already knew the tightness of my ass from previous
experience! But this fucker was really putting on a show for me and I loved
it! I was being courted for mating. I marveled at his sizable nut sack that
was tight against his body from behind. I knew that after almost six months
of us not being able to connect that those fuckers were packed full of
juice. My mouth salivated as I remembered sucking on his impressive shaft,
drinking the liquid from them many a time! I hated that the only time we
could hook up was during hunting season.

But I did get the chance last spring to whore around with him when his
owner went away and asked me to check on him. For two days his cock and
knot were buried up my ass constantly! The time I spent at my brother's
house with him, I only wore my socks and baggy underwear. There wasn't much
need for anything else.  From licking at my nuts and cock head to
slobbering over my open mouth, he kept me well fucked and apricated.

As I continued to eye the sexy fucker, my brother returned with two
cups. We drank them as we bullshitted as the sun raised higher in the
sky. I asked how the wife and kid was doing and asked when we'd get drunk
together again? "Boomer sure does miss you brother," I threw out just to
see if I could get a reaction.

"No shit," he managed as I watched his facial expressions. Testing the
waters again, I tried, "No harm in missing him either. I told you before,
you'll get no shame from me for you two hitting it off that way. We're
country folk, we do strange things out here by ourselves."

"That was a one-time deal," he barked back at me as he looked at the
ground! "That'll never happen again, mark my word," he angerly
said. "Fucking booze messes with my head anymore. I need to stop drinking,"
he offered out of desperation.

"Bro, I heard you two going at it again early that morning," I said softly
to him. With a deer in the headlights look, he stared at me without saying
anything. "You weren't drunk then little brother. You enjoyed yourself. I
heard you moaning. You deserve that after all the shit you put up with
around here. But like I said, it's our secret. Come on over tomorrow if you
can get away and enjoy yourself again. I know your stressed with the wife
and kid and losing your job. A big dick up your ass will make you feel
better. Trust me, I should know," I laughed.

"When you going to settle down with a woman or a dude bro? Instead of being
with a fucking dog all the time," he asked? "You know me little brother," I
answered back. "I aint got shit for a human when it comes to sex. I'm
perfectly happy to bed down with a dog any day."



He nodded his head half approving what I said as I extended my mug for us
to knock together. Once I reassured him, I would keep our secret, he
finally smiled again. His dog was camped out beside me, eagle eyeing me the
whole time. Occasionally when I laid my upper body over the hood of my
truck, he'd jump up and nudge between my butt cheeks with his snout. I
could feel his hot breath thru the seat of my pants as he took deep sniffs
and exhaled.

When it was time for me to get going, the dog was pleasantly surprised when
I invited him up into the truck. Leaping like a gazelle, he jumped right up
into my 4x4 high standing truck. As I finished up reassuring my brother
once again, I could see the dog running back and forth across the bench
seat. As I climbed up into the truck, I had to push him aside to gain
access. Instantly he went to licking my face as I settled in and reached to
close the door. As I started the engine, he ran for the passenger side and
hung his block head out the window.  After driving about a mile down the
deserted road, I pulled over to a wide spot as the dog focused his
attention back on me. Licking at my face and trying to get over the
steering wheel, I knew it wasn't safe to drive. Once in park, I opened my
mouth and allowed him to tongue the back of my throat. He went wild with
lust for me as his tail beat the back of the seat like a metronome.


I unbuttoned my camouflage shirt all the way down as I exchanged spit with
him. He broke our moment of passion to sniff at my pits and down towards my
crotch. When I reached under him for his sheath, he stopped and stood still
as I griped his impressive meat.

"Yeah boy, I missed you to," I cooed to him. "You and I are going to have
some good fun today," I went on to say as I moved his sheath back and
forth. His cock and knot were swelling up when I let go. Quickly he tried
to mount my upper body as he moved against me.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you a quickie," I said as I looked around to
be sure we were nowhere near anybody's place. "I'll suck you a little but
not enough to empty your nuts. I got plans for that load later on," I
bartered with him.

Pushing him aside with all my strength, I laid down sideways on the
seat. Instantly he moved into position over me with his sheath hanging
above my head. Reaching up, I gripped his cock and moved the loose skin
back and placed my mouth over the tip of his cock. I was able to get one
lick in of the tip of his head before he took off fucking my face.  Within
seconds, my noise was back towards his nuts as he jackhammered my
mouth. Squirt after squirt of piss/liquid quickly shot at the back of my
throat. I swallowed as fast as it was offered knowing from experience that
his cock would be snaking down my throat soon. My cock was swelled so hard
that I had to adjust my crotch to make room for its size. I opened my pants
and pulled my underwear below my nuts. My hard cock was fully exposed and I
hoped he would lick the head for me. But alas, he only sniffed at it. He
was getting what he needed and saw no use in returning the favor to me. His
cock swelled at lightning speed and was inching its way down my throat as I
breathed thru my noise. His swelling knot was now pressed tightly against
my lips as I adjusted my head for deeper penetration. I was now swallowing
without tasting his sperm as my hands roamed over his back.

A large truck blew past us on the road without me missing a beat. I was
sure no one could see us this high up. I suckled and milked his cock for a
few more minutes before I slowly pulled off him. He fought me tooth and
nail, but I finally was able to control the situation. As his huge
encouraged head moved over my tongue, I stopped my withdraw and tonged the
spongy tip. Squirt after squirt of liquid coated my tongue as I lingered
there. I savored the taste of his sperm. Knowing I was milking his nuts for
too long, I reluctantly pulled his cock from my mouth. I gripped his shaft
behind his large knot and aimed his squirting cock towards my hairy
chest. Squirt after squirt fired off and wet my upper chest. I then slowly
rubbed the magnificent piece of meat in my hand against my cheek. Slowly I
rubbed it all over my face and goatee, admiring the thickness of his shaft.

I pushed him back towards the passenger door as I rose up and wiped my
mouth. His huge cock hung down a good eight inches. It shimmered and
throbbed in the low light coated with my saliva. Dark purple in color with
large veins running its length, it looked beautiful to me. Squirts of cum
fired off like a machine gun from his tip and wet the seat under him. The
scent of dog cum filled the small confinements quickly. He panted like he
was going to die of heat stroke as he stood there.

"Fuck boy, I forgot how big that meat between your legs was," I bragged to
him. "That juice of yours tastes strong. Your nuts are fertile tonight my
friend. But we'll take care of that later. I thought by now you'd be riding
my brother's ass regular. But by the taste of your seed, that doesn't seem
to be happening. You know what they say, the smaller dicked guy gets
fucked," I laughed towards him as I patted his head and started the truck.
"And we all know you're the biggest dicker fucker in this truck."

I reached over and gripped his shaft and admired his meat one more time
before I pulled back onto the road. Cupping my palm under his cock head, I
allowed some cum to puddle in it. Pulling it to my mouth, I licked the
wetness dry as I floored the gas pedal. He settled down in the seat and
started licking his cock down to its normal size. I only wished I could
join him.


It was nice walking the logging road watching the dogs nuts rock back and
forth ahead of me. With my gun on my shoulder and a cool breeze blowing, it
reminded me why I loved this time of year. My ass was packed full of fresh
dog sperm and my belly burned from the moonshine I just drank. The dog was
an impatient cuss. As soon as we got out of the truck, I opened my pants
and took a much-needed piss. The coffee I drank ran thru me like a sieve. I
watched the dog hike his leg also before he ran back over to me. Licking at
my pecker and piss stream, he made it obvious he wanted me now. Shaking off
my pecker and then zipping up my pants, I scanned the woods around us
looking for a safe place.

"You want some puss now buddy," I said to him like he was a human? When he
let out a low woof, I nodded my head towards him.

"Yeah, I figured you would," I answered to him. "That blow job wasn't much
was it? Let's get on over here in the brush and get some pussy action going
for you."

He followed behind me as I stepped into the tree line. We moved in about a
quarter mile before I found a clearing. The sun was shining down thru the
canopy brightly. I leaned my gun against a tree and stepped out into the
open. The weeds and grass were about two foot high where I finally
stopped. When I slipped off my unbuttoned shirt, he knew what was about to
happen. He panted excessively and even whimpered a few times in
anticipation.

"I know boy," I cooed to him. "It's some mighty fine asshole aint it," I
bragged on myself.

Kicking off my unlaced boots, I undid my hunting pants and let them fall to
the ground. My cock was already tenting my camouflage briefs when I slipped
them down also. My cock popped up like a weasel wanting attention. Standing
there totally nude out in the open, I was about to experience man dog love
at its best. Within seconds I was on the ground and he was racing over to
me. With no fanfare at all, he jumped my back and instantly started jack
rabbiting me. He was hell bent of fucking some pussy and I was there to
oblige his needs. I had to maneuver myself around till he found the valley
between my cheeks. Once found, I just braced myself for the assault and let
a dog do his thing.


"Hey you big dicked fucker," I yelled to him ahead of me. "Stay close
fucker, no running off."

He turned back and ran up to me with his tail wagging. He drifted behind me
and sniffed at my freshly fucked hole as I walked.

"If your good and follow orders, I'll let you at me again later," I spoke
to him as we charged deeper into the woods.

About two hours later we came up on a stream hidden by heavy growth. He ran
over and quickly drank from the cool water as I set down on a fallen log. I
kicked off my hot boots and allowed my feet to cool off. He eventually
wondered back over to me after he'd checked out the surroundings. Sniffing
at my sweaty feet triggered something within him. I watched as his cock
swelled up some and he barked once loudly.

"Your nuts recharged that quick fucker," I asked as I took another swig of
liquor?

When he barked again, I knew it was happening. We knotted up there beside
the water with my knees slipping in mud. The fucker humped me just as hard
as he did earlier, ramming that knot as deeply as possible. After fifteen
minutes of milking his cock again, he slipped from me with a gushing
sound. I could feel liquid run off the back of my nuts as he jumped off my
back.

"You satisfied now fucker," I asked of him as I stood up? "That's twice in
a couple hours."

Already stripped nude, I waded into the cold water to wash off. He followed
me in and chased a stick I threw for him. I took him home with me that
night and called my brother early the next day and asked if he could come
over and get him. Again, it was all part of my plan. It was about three in
the afternoon when I answered the door to him. When he stepped in, Boomer
instantly ran to him. Wagging his tail and following him around, it was
obvious they shared something special now. I hadn't allowed Boomer to fuck
me today so he was horny for sure. After bullshitting and drinking a few
beers, Boomer never let him out of his sight. Occasional sniffing at his
crotch, he stared up at my brother constantly.

"He wants you bro," I finally said to him. "We both know what has been
happening between you two. You see how he checks you out and watches you?
Why don't you give him what he wants? Go on in the bedroom with him while I
watch some TV," I suggested to him. "You know you want to. Don't be fucking
shy around me after all these years bro."

Sitting his half empty bottle on the counter, he took a deep breath and
stood up. I watched as he headed back towards my bedroom with Boomer on his
heels. I caught a glimpse of him removing his tee shirt before closing the
door. I waited a few minutes before I quietly stepped close to the bedroom
door. He was moaning and Boomer was humping away at him as I grinned ear to
ear. Slowly I slipped outside and brought his dog into the house.

"Be quiet boy," I whispered in his ear as we entered the house. "I'm about
to hook you up with some steady pussy from here out! Yep, you're going to
be the master over getting your dad's asshole after today," I confessed to
him as I reached down and fingered the tip of his sheath.


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