Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2021 21:53:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: dogbone421@aol.com
Subject: "A Country Boy and his Dog" Chapter 5

"A Country Boy and His Dog"

Chapter 5

"Nice looking nuts on him aren't they," he asked of me as he elbowed my
ribs? I grunted with surprise as he connected with my side and watched as
he chuckled with amusement. "Saw your eyes were locked and loaded on them
big suckers," he then added as he unzipped his fly and hauled out his cock
to piss. "Sorry to tell you though, you're not his type. He's a pussy hound
for sure. But maybe he could be persuaded to go for some male asshole, you
never know."

	I watched him piss a high arch as I sucked on my cigarette and
noticed his dog hike his leg and follow suit. It was refreshing to be out
in the cold air. Light snow covered the ground and made for the perfect
holiday scene. The scent of a wood fire mixed with pine trees filled my
noise and was appropriate for this time of year. The house was hot as hell
with all the family gathered for Christmas. The tension was running high
amongst some already as the liquor flowed. The holidays force you to hang
out with family that you wouldn't much otherwise and today was no
different.


My cousin and I had decided to step outside to talk and reconnected
better. He had moved to another state and It has been years since he showed
up for a Christmas get together. He and I had our differences over the
years but it was good to see him again after all that time. He always drank
too much and ran his mouth when he was inebriated. Today he was already
headed down that path. His dog was causing problems with jumping up on
people and trying to steal food from their plates, so he was called out
with us. He was a strong beautiful looking hound and I'd been admiring his
sheath and nuts long before being caught by him.


My cousin was dumber than a bag of rocks. But smart as hell in other
ways. He was a master manipulator at making me do things I didn't want to
do to keep my secret. Married now with a couple young kids, they all looked
like white trash and acted as well also. We'd fucked around sexually when
we were teenagers. Something I still regret to this day. It was the subject
he always seemed to remind me of me when we were alone. I was drawn to him
back then because he was a loner like me and we shared a lot in common. I
thought I could trust him when I confessed, I was playing around with my
dog back then. It was quickly something I regrated.  Many a night I lay in
bed worried my parents would find out because he'd told someone. My stomach
twisted in knots at the thought of it. But I will say it didn't stop me
from allowing my dog to stick his cock up my ass and knot me. In fact, it
drove me to him even more. He could calm my nerves quickly by using me as a
willing bottom.

	After stepping off the back porch, I followed his invitation to
walk down to the pole barn on my grandparent's place to get away from the
crowd. Kids could be heard yelling in the front yard and I for one was glad
to be away from that craziness. Now standing here with him I wondered if it
was the smartest thing I'd done in a while? The dog followed along wagging
his long tail and watching our every move.

	"Bet you'd love to slip off with him and find out what he's packing
in that sheath," he taunted as he turned my way shanking off his cock?

"Yeah man, it's tempting," I confessed. "But I've got on my good cloths and
don't want to get them dirty," I answered nervously.

"Shit man, he's hung like a fucking horse. Shoots cum like a fire hose. You
sure? I'll cover for you if you want to give it a try," he said as he stood
looking at me with his limp cock hanging out? "I'd be like old times again,
me watching you get boned by a fucking mutt. Man, your cock used to be
harder than a ten-penny nail while you were being power stroked by that
dog. Once he had you locked in place, he was happier than a pig in
shit. Licking all around your head and wagging his big ass tail. Fuck, it
was something to see."

"Nah, not today," I quickly answered back and tried to change the subject
by asking about his job.

	"Fucking job sucks, but hell doesn't everyone's," he fired
back. There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence between us before
he looked at me with a devilish grin and continued flipping his cock up and
down. "Any chance you want to give your old cousin a blowjob for old times'
sake," he quickly asked? "I remember I used to persuade you to get on your
knees all the time over that dog stuff you did. I really think you enjoyed
it a lot more then you let on. I was feeding you my loads couple times a
week and you never turned me down, remember," he asked?

	"Yeah, I remember," I replied as I wiped the snot from my
noise. "Blackmailed, is more like it over persuaded," I then barked
back. "You enjoyed it, but it wasn't something I liked doing. I was scared
as fuck you'd tell my secret," I said as I looked at the ground remembering
all the fear I had back then. "What choice did I have?"

	"Dam, you make it sound so one sided when you say it that way," he
threw back. "You enjoyed it, I know you did," he quickly responded. "You
slobbered on my knob with gusto cuz. I'm shocked to hear you'd think I'd of
really told all your baseball teammates in high school you were a dog cunt?
Man, I can only imagine what they would have done to you if they knew. Just
remember this cocksucker, I never once told anyone of the fucked-up shit
you did, now did I," he asked?

	"Yeah, guess you're right," I said as I watched him still flicking
his cock up and down at me.

	"It was weird as hell watching you get taken by that dog that hung
around the barn back then. He hammered your asshole all the time and you
fucking loved it. Shit, everyone gossips about why you're still not
married. Good looking buck like you. They whisper behind your back all the
time cousin. But I know why, don't I? You still up that gravel road on top
the mountain with them dogs you had last time I saw you," he asked as he
motioned for me to follow him.

	"Yeah," I answered as I turned and we both stepped towards the door
to the barn. Stepping in, the area was filled with large tractors and other
farm equipment. The smell of hay hung heavy in the air and the old heater
fan squeaked loudly hanging in the corner. Forcing his way in also, the dog
ran ahead of us exploring the unfamiliar area. We moved deeper into the
interior till he found a hay bailer to lean back against. Opening his pants
wider, he pulled them and his jockeys low on his hips and exposed his junk
to me. It was sight I was very familiar with and it brough back lots of
memories. The aroma of his crotch instantly filled my nostrils from memoirs
as I looked at his limp dick. Stepping close to him, I turned my ball cap
backwards and dropped to my knees in front of him.

	"I'll be quick," he spoke softly as my mouth wrapped around his
limp cock. "Still getting jack hammered by them dogs up in the holler I
figure," he asked as I sucked his cock deep in my mouth?

	I nodded my head up and down to answer him as I coated his swelling
cock with spit. "This is just like old times aint it cuz," he whispered as
his hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled me in tighter? "You were my
personal cocksucker back then, remember? You're one fucked up dude, you
know that? But you're sure as hell a good cocksucker. I think I taught you
well."


	His dog came over to us a couple times and knew what was going
on. He licked at my lips and my cousins nuts as I worked the shaft. I could
tell my cousin enjoyed it because his cock stood taller as the dog lapped
at his swinging ball sack. After he fired off, the dog licked some of his
load from my mouth and any seepage on his shaft.

	"God dam that was a thick load," I said after I had made sure his
soft cock head was clean.  I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I
then stood. Brushing the hay from the knees of my good jeans, I watched as
he zipped up and adjusted his junk.

	"Yeah, the old lady doesn't like sex with me that much anymore," he
causally said as he smiled at me. "That's my favorite Christmas present so
far," he said as punched my shoulder. "Sure, beats underwear and
socks. You're still the best cocksucker I ever had cuz. I wish anymore it
was like back when I needed relief and you and I would just sneak off
together. I had that load in my sack going on five days now," he offered as
he turned and slowly made his way towards the door.

	"Shit, I could tell you were backed up," I offered as I reached up
and rubbed his back as I followed. "Still tastes the fucking same," I
laughed.

	"Yeah, you if anyone should know all about the taste of what comes
out of my nuts," he chuckled back.


	As he was just about to open the door, he stopped in his tracks and
said in an ominous tone, "Listen, we need to talk. There's something I need
to get off my chest."

	Right away I got butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why but I
knew something bad was coming especially if he was acting this way. "Let's
step over here so no one can hear if they sneak up on us," he offered as he
stepped towards an old truck parked by the wall. Stopping and then looking
me straight in the eyes, he spilled his guts.

	"Listen, I fucked up," he started off with. "I was drunk one night
couple years ago and I told the old lady all about your kinky habit. I told
her all about how you get boned and suck dog dick. I told her you were
fucked up in the head, but she wanted all the details. Kind of mentioned
also you were sucking on the end of my pecker for years."

	Instantly I felt nauseous. As I buckled slightly forward gripping
my stomach, he pleaded with me it wasn't that bad. "She's cool with it cuz,
honest," he begged. "She's the only one I ever told, honest."

	I instantly felt rage swell up within me that was from long ago
when he would threaten me with exposure. "You mother fucker, you just
ruined my life," I screamed loudly! "All those times I sucked your dick and
you still couldn't keep it a secret," I yelled.  I paced back and forth
with my fists clinched and my anger swelling. "God fucking dam," I yelled
as I punched the thick corrugated wall of the pole barn.

	"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I then yelled as I gripped my bleeding
fist. "God dam that fucking hurt."


	"Please calm down cuz," he begged as he walked up to me. "Honest,
it all worked out Ok, trust me. How's your hand?"

	"Dude, no wonder she was acting really weird when she noticed me,"
I fired back at him. "She had this shit eating grin on her face the whole
time. I knew in my gut that something was up with her."

	"Relax, relax," he pleaded with me again as he grabbed my upper
arm. "She's into that shit also I found out!"

	Hearing that, my blood pressure dropped slightly and I took a deep
breath. Wondering if I had heard him right, I looked at him with upturned
eyebrows still in shock. He quickly nodded his head affirmatively as I
stared at him.


	"Fucking dog has been banging her for a couple years now," he
confessed. "Yeah, I gotta share my wife's pussy with that dam mutt over
there," he said as he pointed at him. "Right now, he's banging her a couple
times a week and I'm cut down to maybe once a week. Anymore I'm wondering
if he isn't the father of one of my kids? You think that's possible cuz?
You think I'm raising his offspring?"

	"I'm sure that didn't happen," I answered back as all the rage
suddenly left me. I saw the look of desperation in his eyes. "Junior looks
just like you man," I said to reassure him.

	"I don't know man; I really think he's the father of one of
them. Fuckers always up my wife's pussy or she's bobbing on his swelled
cock." The image of her sucking on the dog's cock flashed before my eyes as
he talked.  My cock jumped slightly in my jockeys. "You ever worry you
might get knocked up by one cuz?"


	"Yeah sure, it crossed my mind before," I confessed to
him. "Especially when I was younger. Dude, I checked the mirror all the
time when I first started wondering if I'd swell up from all I was
doing. Naively, I figured fresh dog cum being dumped daily up inside a
young buck like me, it was bound to happen. But then thankfully, I learned
in health class I didn't have the right equipment being a dude. I've never
heard of a chick having a dog's kid before," I answered. "But maybe it
could happen."


	"I'm thinking maybe it has," he answered as he walked away from me
and sat on a hay bale that was on the ground. "Says she never did anything
like that before I told her about you doing it. Apparently one day when I
went to work, she experimented with him. Next thing you know, he's sleeping
with her all the time and I'm the one in the dog house. Couple months after
they started fucking, she came up pregnant with our baby girl. I wasn't
getting hardly any pussy at all during that time."

	I really thought of fucking with his head for revenge for all those
years he tormented me. I could easily fuck with him putting doubt in his
uneducated brain about the dog fathering his kid. But as I looked at him
with his head in his hands sitting there, I couldn't do it. Two wrongs
don't make a right. I slowly walked and sat beside him. Slowly I put my arm
around his shoulders to comfort him. I rubbed his back as he confessed, "My
old lady prefers a dog's cock to mine dude!"

	As soon as he said it, I was thinking to myself, "Ah yeah, I prefer
a dog's cock to yours also asshole!"

	He went on to tell me how when he gets the chance to get a piece of
ass off her, the dogs always there hanging around watching them. "He's
either licking on my nuts or slobbering around my asshole while I'm pile
driving her. I'll admit it feels good sometime but the fucker also tries to
lick around the old lady's pussy while I'm pulling out and pushing back in.

	Slowly I'm throwing a boner as he talks, envisioning the whole
scenario in my head as I listen. I could just see the dog eating his ass
out as he's humping away. I'm getting horny as fuck as I sit here trying to
comfort him.

"And the asshole will then lick my cum out of her once I drop my load," he
shouted towards the dog sitting looking at us. "God dam home wreaker," he
bellowed. I continued to rub his back and try to calm him down as I moved
my other hand to rub the end of my cock. I was pitching a tent that I tried
to hide. I breathed in the scent of his aftershave and marveled at the
thick muscles in his back as I admired the dog. I think he felt my
tenderness towards him. Slowly he turned his head towards mine and spoke.


	"It's nice to have someone I can talk to about this," he said
softly to me as he looked me deep in the eyes. "Listen, we're staying at my
parents' house for a few more days. I could easily slip away for a few
hours. Any chance I can convince you to repeat what just happened," he
asked? "It's nice to have a warm mouth on my pecker. We could connect at
your place and you can really take your time like you used to. Really work
a good load out of me, make my toes curl like you used to. Buddy, for old
times' sake, what you say man, please?"


	Back at the get together after we'd made our way back, his wife
later causally walked a beer over to me and winked at me. "I hear we have a
lot in common handsome," she uttered softly. "Guess I owe you a big thank
you for everything. We should talk sometime, compare notes on our mutual
attraction?"

I saw my brother across the room and motioned him over after she walked
away. "Dude, I gotta tell you something that's going to make you shit a
brick!"


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