Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2020 19:39:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: dogbone421@aol.com
Subject: "A country boy and his Dog" Chapter 4

"A Country Boy and his Dog"

Chapter 4


I look back at the house as I slowly untie the drawstring that holds up my
sleeping pants. Peering from around the corner of the barn, I'm confident
I'm hidden from anyone's prying eyes. I make one last scan of the house to
be sure my wife is still sleeping before I let my jammies drop to my
feet. The baby, at least for now hadn't stirred either. Sporting a raging
hardon from the minute I crawled out of bed, its need for attention drove
me to here. Fighting the urge to submit to its constant yearning, I sat at
the kitchen table pitching a tent the whole time I drank my morning
coffee. Knowing I'd probably hear the familiar excuses of "I have a
headache or I'm just not in the mood," again, I chose the easy way out. At
least the dog was always in the mood and, in my mind, it was just one dude
helping out another.

Quietly slipping out the back door after I gulped down my caffeine, I
hastily lit a cigarette. I was noticed instantly by my dog who sleeps on
the porch. Raising up from his bed, he stretched before me as I take a deep
drag off my smoke. My eyes were drawn to his sheath that hung under
him. Puffed up like mine, apparently, he also awoke with a hardon. We were
no longer strangers to making each other feel good after my brother
reintroduced me to the pleasure a dog can bring a horny guy. Looking up at
me staring down at him, he went to wagging his tail when he saw the morning
wood, I was advertising. Quickly walking over to me, he stopped about two
feet before me and looked up. Knowing we'd done this many times before, he
waited for my permission before continuing. I had at least taught him one
trick and that was to wait for permission before he started acting stupid
with me. Looking thru the open curtains, I again made sure no one was up
before I allowed him to continued.

"Go ahead boy," I spoke in the softest of voice. Within seconds he was
noising my crotch taking deep sniffs of my junk. Getting a good whiff of me
down there was part of our sexual routine anymore. It excites him instantly
and always signals we're about to do something sexual together. My cock
responded immediately as it stiffened even harder and bowed back towards my
lower belly. Licking thru the thin material at the tip of my cock drove me
over the edge. Griping the waistband of my boxers and pants together, I
pulled them below my nut sack. He quickly started doing laps around my cock
head with his warm moist tongue. My cock bobbed around like a cork in the
ocean as he licked away at it.

"Ah fuck boy, you sure do like the taste of that fucker don't you," I
moaned low in my throat as he continued to coat my head and shaft with dog
spittle. The thought crossed my mind that I could just jerk off a load
right here and now and be done quickly. We'd done that many times already
and he loved lapping at my fresh cum as it shot from my piss slit. But I
wanted something more this morning as my toes curled thinking about it. A
dog's swelled knot pushing up against a man's prostate really enhances a
dude's climax. And within seconds of thinking that, I pulled up my drawers
and walked off the porch with him in tow. The sun was just beginning to
rise and the birds were chirping loudly. The dew on the fallen leaves wet
the bottoms of my naked feet as we headed towards the barn.

I was fortunate I pulled on my tee shirt when I left the bedroom instead of
my usual wearing nothing, I thought to myself. I'd been taken by my dog a
few times without a barrier between us and suffered the battle scares
afterwards. Now as I eased my boxers down below my butt cheeks, I only
needed to worry how aggressive he would be today. We'd knocked off a piece
of ass together a couple days ago when he approached me just before
dinner. Sweaty and tired from cutting wood most of the afternoon for
winter, I submitted with little resistance. I was half on the rod the whole
day for some reason anyways and his approaching me for sex was perfectly
timed. Knowing my own sweaty scent would override any dog cum scent I might
be emitting afterwards, I eagerly offered myself up. It was always a worry
of mine that the wife might smell our interactions on me. So, I always made
sure I avoided her as best I could immediately afterwards.

 Moving just past the tree line, I lowered my jeans to below my hips and
assumed the position. The tinkling of his dog tags still rings in my ears
as he bored me a new asshole that evening. Afterwards we lay together on
the ground with him curled up beside me as I stared up at the clouds. With
my hands folded behind my head as a make shift pillow, I enjoyed the
laziness a man experiences when he dumps his nuts. After reluctantly
getting up and taking a piss, we headed back to the house.

"Don't be coming around looking for more for a couple days," I nonchalantly
said as I brushed the leaves and saw dust off my pants just outside the
back door. "Once or twice a week is plenty enough," I spoke to him as I
adjusted my junk. "It's been getting a little excessive the amount of times
you approach me," I spoke to him as if he understood my words. "I know I
turn you down a lot, but it's getting harder and harder to anymore," I said
as I tucked my shirt tail back in my pants. "I got a wife and kid boy so I
got to be really careful how we work this shit out." He looked at me while
wagging his tail and then let out a low woof. "You heard what I said. Cool
it some dude," I spoke softly as I headed in the house.

Today was totally different of course. I was the aggressor this time and
needed this badly. We were averaging a sixty/forty ratio on the need scale
with him approaching me the most. I was the one who always needed
encouragement to submit when he was wanting some action off me. When I was
the one approaching him, there wasn't even a question that he would
perform.  All I had to do was unbuckle my belt and he was primed and ready
to slide up my ass.

He instantly got my blood pumping faster knowing he wanted to accommodate
my needs this morning. If only the old lady showed that kind of willingness
towards me anymore. Now as his warm wet tongue dug between my hairy cheeks
and hunted for my pucker, I again relinquished myself to him. When he found
it, I grunted softly enjoying the attention he always gave my
asshole. Reaching back and prying one of my cheeks open further, gave him
easier access to what he was after. Becoming more and more familiar with
each other the more we fucked around, we were slowly becoming a good team
together. I knew further down the line I'd demand access to his asshole. He
already made me horny watching him trot around showing it off to me. It
would only be far that I get his after the amount of times he's taken
mine. It's a bridge we'd cross soon but for now I willingly allowed him
mine with no repercussions expected.

My cock bobbed between my legs and had already started to leak slime from
my piss slit. If that wasn't evidence enough to know I needed this, the low
deep throated sounds that escaped me was. When his licking of my hole was
finished, he moved back from me and waited for me to assume the
position. Still tightly hugged up against the back of the barn, I dropped
to my knees and put my ass slightly up in the air. It was a stance no male
dog would refuse and, in a flash, he'd jumped my back. He aligned his big
block head alongside mine as his heavy weight quickly lay across my
back. Instantaneously the thrusting began.

 Again, having some experience under our belts, he knew exactly where to
align his sheath in relation to my pucker. I then felt his stabbing shaft
slip between the crack in my buttocks. When he entered me, my head flew
back and my mouth gapped open. As he tightened his hind legs against my
upturned ass, I instinctively pushed my hips back to meet his
thrusting. Almost instantly I could feel his swelling knot slip into me and
begin the bounding of the two of us together. A primeval sense of pride
rises up in a man when he knows he's been taken this way.

When his flailing about had finally subsided and he'd settled down, I grab
my throbbing cock. Instantly I begin to jerk myself off with lightning
speed. My asshole drew up tighter as my balls are put on notice I'm getting
ready to fire off. The dog also knew as he felt my hole tighten behind his
knot.  Tightening his grip around my upper chest, he began to squirt cum
faster into me. To further put me in heightened stance, he began to lick
the side and back of my neck.

"Ah fuck boy, you're the best lover I ever had," I moan as I neared
spilling my nuts! Over and over he baths me with his spittle as I whack
away at my hard cock. I arch up my hips and back higher as I near climax,
pulling his knot tightly against the inside of my asshole. Going up under
my neck as I tilt my head back again, he licks at my large Adams apple. My
lack of shaving doesn't seem to brother his tongue as he rakes over my
two-day stubble.

He's also learning how to help get his submissive partner over the top as
he continually licks at me. Being a male also, he knew what I was up to and
helped get me get my nut. I can feel his low hanging nuts tap against the
back of mine as they draw up close to my body in anticipation of
unloading. With the last bit of lust, I have left, I drive myself back even
further against his legs wrapped around my hips and begin to fire off a
huge load. My asshole pluses with each squirt I bring up and moves against
his big knot. His cock pluses and fires off squirt after squirt of cum much
like a machine gun firing as I constrict my asshole.

Now the awkward part begins as my cock shrinks down to nothing and I'll
still held prisoner. With my nuts emptied and my breathing returning to
normal, I'm trapped under him till he releases me. As sweat starts to run
down my face, he licks at me again. No longer really in the mood, I try to
pull my face away from him. But with little distance between us, I'm left
to allowing him to do what he wants.

"Ah come on dude, can we just not do that right now," I ask of him? As I
speak, his tongue concentrates on my mouth now. "Really dude," I ask of
him?  But reluctantly I give in. "You got your big cock up my ass
dude. You'd think that would be good enough for you right now," I say as I
open my mouth and let him lick inside my mouth. Our tongues intertwine and
quickly our spit is mixed.

Unlike my brother, this is the time when the "guilts," begin for me. Not
being exclusively drawn to sex with a mutt like he is, I now resent doing
what we just did together. The lying and sneaking around with my dog gets
to me sometimes. It's like I'm cheating on her developing a relationship
with the mutt. I'm all fine and dandy before and during sex. But after I
shoot my load, these feeling hits me. And today for some reason is one of
those days. But, tied up with him as I am right now doesn't afford me the
luxury to just walk away. So, as he finishes swabbing my mouth, I hang my
head and swear out loud, "This is the last time you'll get pussy off me
boy." But after countless times of saying those exact words in the same
situation, here I am again under him.

As I drop my head lower, I can see the huge white puddle I just dumped
below me. Thick and creamy looking, its impressive in size. He makes me
shoot the biggest wads of cum whenever we fuck. A thin line of slime still
hangs off the tip of my soft cock. It sways about slightly as we both shift
around. I wonder as I look at my load again how many kids, he's already
saved me from producing with the wife? Barely do I ever approach her for
sex lately. With him around now, most of my needs are fulfilled behind this
here barn anymore. So why bother risking rejection when I have a willing
partner in him?


Slowly rationalizing my guilty feelings and coming to terms with the
situation, I look over at him panting. Still feeling each squirt his cock
produces as he shoots cum in me, I study his profile. "I could do a lot
worse in who I let up my ass," I think to myself. At least sex with him is
safe and I never have to worry about catching an STD. Realizing I'm looking
at him, he moves his head back towards my face and the licking begins
again. Ever so tenderly he licks my closed eye lids and around my noise.

"Really dude, we're going down this road again," I whisper to him as he
comforts me. "Save some of that licking for cleaning up my asshole after
we're done," I toss out as I feel him wagging his tail behind us. I must
admit to myself its really relaxing the attention he's giving me. I listen
to the nature around me with my eyes closed. When he stops licking again, I
causally throw out, "Could you please hurry up and empty your balls quicker
dude? I got things to get done around here."


As I step into the shower, the hot water runs over my body. Standing under
the spray, I listen as I hear the baby crying and dishes clanking in the
kitchen. Reaching for the soap, I rethink what the dog and I just done
together. Lathering up hand, I run it between my butt cheeks and down to my
hole. As the chaos continues outside the bathroom, I close my eyes and
clean around my pucker. Already I'm thinking of how to slip away soon and
be with him in the quietness of nature.

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