Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2021 23:33:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: dogbone421@aol.com
Subject: "A Country Boy and his Dog"  Chapter 6

"A Country Boy and his Dog"

Chapter 6

	We both laid back on the sofa with the TV blaring. A game show was
on but neither of us was watching it. Both in our jockey shorts and covered
in a fine sweat, the heat from the wood stove was almost oppressive at
times. I was laid back with my legs up on the coffee table, while my
brother had his spread wide. My dog was between his just going to town on
his cock. Causally I glanced over at his now hard cock and damp nut
sack. Boomer was still licking away excessively at his cock head. I could
tell his juices were flowing as I watched a slime trail hung from my dog's
tongue as he licked at his piss slit.

	He'd came over early this morning unexpected. The storm we had
gotten over night had dumped over a foot more of fresh snow on the
ground. The wind was howling and it was colder than a witch's tit, when I
heard his bobcat coming up my lane. Plowing my gravel drive for me was a
great help and I appreciated it. Boomer and I had gotten up about a half
hour earlier. I bounced around the small kitchen in my boxers making coffee
while he was outside taking a leak. A good snow storm always made me feel
invigorated. Checking my phone, I'd already received a message that work
was canceled for the day. It was a bit of relief having the day off even
though I really needed the money. It was now obvious I'd be volunteering
for overtime this weekend. I took a big swig of the black coffee and
savored its taste. Stroking the embers in the wood stove, I tossed another
log on the fire. As the caffeine started flowing thru my veins, I jumped up
and down to shake off the chill in the room.

  Within seconds, I heard the familiar sound of nails scratching on the
aluminum screen door. A muffled deep woof quickly followed. Opening the
door, I had to laugh at a dog covered in snow wagging his tail.

"Hold on there boy while I go get something to dry you off with," I
hollered at him. Pushing the door closed again, I grabbed my towel off the
towel rack. As he ran in, he shook and flung snow everywhere. Instantly I
yelled as the cold water was flung up on my naked legs. Dropping to my
knees, I started running the towel over his block head and down his back
and then to his underside. When the material raked across his sheath, he
humped the air. I did it a few more times just to watch his hips buck back
and forth. His dog's tags jingled a familiar sound as I watched the power
of his hips.  Always on the receiving end, I seldom got to see him in
action. As I continued, he licked at my face and then down my hairy naked
belly. Sitting back on my haunches, he quickly went for the wide gap in my
boxers. Sliding his big snout in deeply, he licked at my limp cock again.

"Dude, you just gave him a tongue bath not long ago when I got out of bed,"
I said to him as I leaned back and gave him more room. "I've got the
cleanest pecker head in town with you around," I sighed as he became a
little more aggressive.

Slowly I stroked his damp head and admired the size of him again. At about
a hundred pounds, he was a solid block of muscle and fur. A sense of pride
came over me knowing we were fuck buddies. The smell of wet dog quickly
filled my nostrils igniting passive undertones that rose within me. After
only thirty seconds of being manipulated, my cock head appeared thru the
slot getting harder with each tongue lap. When four or more inches was
sticking out, he seemed satisfied he'd accomplished his goal. Quickly he
moved alongside me and asserted his influence on me. Jumping up on my back
and then dropping back down, he stared at me intently. Then licking at the
back of my neck as I leaned forward in a straighter position, he was
signaling what was wanted from me. Acknowledging my acceptance with a head
nod, he then licked at my lips. After a few minutes of French kissing, he
pulled back.

"You got some pussy off me last night when I got home buddy, remember," I
spoke softly to him as rubbed under his snout? When a low woof escaped his
throat and then wagging his tail, I knew he wouldn't take no for an
answer. "OK, I understand boy," I told him as I glanced at my fully hard
cock sticking straight up at me. "This means you don't get any tonight
buster," I said as I slowly got to my feet. "That will give me lots of time
to bring in the other two and give them some special love," I yelled at him
as he turned and headed on back to the bedroom without me.

We'd done this same routine so many times over the years, it was second
nature to us both. Gulping down the last of my coffee, I didn't want to
keep him waiting too long. I stopped off and took a piss before we got
going. Then splashing water on my face, I stared at myself in the
mirror. The hard lifting and shoveling of coal had made my upper body
muscles defiantly more tighter looking. My pecs were a lot more defined and
my guns were really starting to bulge. Covered in a thick forest of black
chest fur, I posed before the mirror like a body builder. I'd dropped a few
more pounds and noticed my flat ass looked firmer. It looked even more
perfect for fitting up against a dog's thrusting hips in my eyes. I then
noticed some scratch marks on my sides from last night's session.


Leaving the bathroom, my cock was quickly back on the rise. Slowly I made
me way towards the bedroom ready to be taken. Removing my underwear in the
doorway, my hard cock was standing tall by then with anticipation. I again
posed like a body builder, showing him my body.

"Looking pretty good lately aint I boy," I said to him? "And look how tall
you still make my cock stand," I bragged as I moved back and forth and
watched it swing.



He stared at me with lust in his eyes. Sitting back on his haunches by the
mattress, his pink tip was sticking out. Shinny looking with moisture, a
small drip was already hanging at the tip of his shaft. I knew soon it
would be squirting deep within me. There was no need for him to be
rambunctious or crazy acting. We both knew he was getting laid. Even after
so many times doing this, I still got excited just before we copulated.



  I looked out the window just before I assumed my position to see the snow
was still coming down heavy. His cold noise was instantly against my butt
cheeks as he started licking towards my pucker. It felt really good to be
desired this way. Slowly he moved down and licked at the back of my ball
sack. It was ironic when I thought about it. He knew full well I was a
male, case in point as he slobbered on my big nuts. But to him I was the
female in this arrangement and he treated me as such. Calling the shots
most the time on when we fucked, he was the aggressor in our relationship.



While we were locked and I was getting loaded, I listened to my brother
maneuver the tractor around outside. I had no fears it was anybody other
than him, so I wasn't panicked to rush our coupling. Before long, I heard
the tractor shut down and then a knock at the door.

"Come on in Bro," I yelled at the top of my lungs! "I'm back in the
bedroom."

He pushed the squeaky door open and stepped inside. I heard him stomp his
boots to remove the excess snow as the door closed behind him. Slowly the
creaky floor indicated he was walking back towards us. He stood before me
dressed like the abominable snow man. Snowflakes lay on his hooded coat and
his gloves were caked with ice crystals.

	"God dam bro, can't you at least close the door when you're doing
this shit," he bellowed. "You two are always going at it I swear," he said
as he flipped his hood back off his head. I could feel my boys tail wagging
a hundred miles an hour when recognized him.

	"We're almost finished here," I causally said with my hard dick
hanging low off my crotch. I could feel my brother's eyes all over the two
of us taking in everything.  As he unzipped his coat, I then spoke to my
dog in an affectionate high-pitched tone. `Yeah, that's your brother-in-law
isn't it," I cooed.

	"Dude, I hate when you call him my brother-in-law," he barked
back. "It's not like you two are married or something. Hell, he aint even
human."

	"Bro, he's been railing my ass for over three years now. We're a
couple just like you and your old lady."

	Shaking his head back and forth, he removed his coat. "As much as
you two fuck around, I should be an uncle by now then," he laughed. "God
dam its fucking hot in here. I'm getting out of these cloths and grabbing a
cup of coffee," he announced as he walked out.

	Once Boomer was finished with me and jumped off my back, he ran for
the living room to see my brother. I slowly eased up and stretched the
kinks out of my back. Pulling my underwear back on, I stepped out into the
hallway. Boomer was getting his ears rubbed while he was sniffing at the
crotch of my brother's underwear.

	"Kind of weird petting the dog that just fucked my brother," he
spoke as I entered the area. "Mother fucker wants to check me out now, you
see this?"

	"Go ahead man and pull your shorts down so he can get a few licks,"
I said as I yawned. "He's fucked you before, no need to be shy with him
now." While scratching my chest, I saw out of the corner of my eye, him
giving in as I grabbed my coffee mug. Pouring more brew into my mug, I
heard the distinctive sound of a dog lapping at something. Turning slightly
sideways, I watched as his head was arched back against the sofa and Boomer
was slobbering away on his junk.


	"God dam their tongues feel so fucking good on your junk don't
they," he moaned erotically. I watched Boomer then nudge up under his sack
and lick at base of his nuts. Then he darted back to his dick head and
aggressively started licking. I sat down on the other end of the couch and
then placed my feet up on the coffee table. I'd been down this road with
Boomer and knew all his moves. My brother was fully hard now and Boomer
didn't seem to want to stop. Slowly his hand dropped to his shaft and
started to move up and down. While Boomer continued to lick, he started to
jack himself off. I sipped my coffee and watched the two of them go at it.

It was a beautiful thing watching a man and dog working together. Before
long, Boomer was back under his sack and my brother had spread his legs
even wider. Instantly Boomer went for the area between his butt
cheeks. With his noise almost disappearing under him, I knew Boomer was
attacking his asshole. That deep suck/squishy sound was an indication his
tongue found pay dirt. My brother's hand was now a blur as he jacked his
cock. Within a minute, he was shooting big wades of thick white cum up on
his hairy belly. Boomer instantly knew what was happening and moved back up
to start licking him clean. I saw big wads of my brother's cum disappear
onto Boomers tongue. The last thing he did was swab my brother's hand clean
before he turned and walked away.

He lay totally still before slowly easing himself up into a more sitting
position. We could hear Boomer drinking water as he looked over at me.
"He's fucking amazing aint he," he asked as he ran his fingers thru his
damp hair?

"Yeah, he's full of all kinds of tricks," I said as I took a big swig of
coffee. "You're lucky he's already emptied his nuts or you'd be getting
ridden by now."

  "Shit, he'd have to get in line, Buck's been tearing mine up," he said
causally. "God dam dude, you smell like dog," he then said to me as he
pulled his jockeys back up. "Speaking of Buck, how are you two getting
along," I asked? Buck was his dogs name, short for Buckshot.

"Fuck, since I let him start having some off me, fuckers always wanting it
now bro. I think I fucked up. I'm kind of sorry I gave in and allowed it to
happen now. I'm always afraid the old lady might catch us. I gotta make
sure I always wear a tee shirt and clean myself up really good after we do
it. I can't be going around with any scratches or smelling like you do
right now. Fuckers always knotting me up to no matter how hard I try to
stop it from happening. Any suggestions on how I can control that," he
asked?

"My advice bro is to go off somewhere where you can be sure you won't get
caught and just let it happen. It's too hard to stop once you're in the
grip of one and he's hell bent to make it happen anyways."

"Yeah, kind of what I've been doing," he answered back as he scratched his
nuts. "I made us an area in the back of the barn. I keep some baby wipes
there to clean myself up afterwards. I'm not into dog dick like you are
bro. I like my wife's pussy. I mean I like taking Buck's cock sometimes,
but it's gotten out of control. We're averaging three/four times a week
lately," he confessed as he looked down at the floor.

"God dam boy, Buck's got you pussy whipped already," I laughed.

"Shut the fuck up," he said smacking at my head as we both started laughing
and play fighting.

"Dude, you love it and you know it. You wouldn't offer your ass up that
much if you don't. Yeah boy, old Buck's got your balls hanging off his
collar with his tags for sure!"

I'll admit," he confessed as we settled down. "You were right about one
thing. He does fill in the gap between getting some off the old lady. My
cocks hard as a hammer when he's knotted up with me. A few strokes on the
old pecker and I'm firing off like crazy. Really some fucking intense
ejaculations too. At least this way I don't feel guilty thinking about
fucking around on the wife."

"He'll calm down some after he's sure you'll continue to let him at your
ass," I reassured him. "He's young and only been with me before. Right now,
it's a treat for him as opposed to a bonding between you both. Once he
learns you're always willing, he'll settle down. Try to be consistent about
doing it for a few weeks. He'll get the idea."


 "Now, if you're worried about the scratches, put some of your socks on his
front paws. That way you don't have to wear a shirt if you don't want
to. Feeling their fur on your naked back heightens the experience. Hell,
just take off the socks you're wearing at the time. It makes it so much
easier than trying to remember to bring extra."

I watched him nodding his head and taking mental notes as he
listened. "Yeah, I understand the bonding part," he answered as he wrenched
his fingers together nervously. "With me still unemployed it'll be easy to
start that part. You sure he won't want it more if we start that routine,"
he asked?

"Well, he might. And if he does, just go for it for a while. See what
happens," I offered. "He can only fuck as much sperm into you that his nuts
can produce. Maybe do the everyday thing for a while also, see if you can
tame that wildness within him. Boomer was the same way when I got
him. Hell, sometimes he's still like that wanting it every day.  Hell, we
fucked last night but he wanted it this morning also."

"Dam, that's a lot, every day," he answered as he ran his hand thru his
hair again. "But I guess I can if it comes to that. Honestly, we're almost
at that point already. I was afraid to admit it to you. He's had me four
days in a row already," he confessed. "I can't seem to turn him down. He
gets my fucking juices flowing dude. I was worried that was doing it too
much. I kicked him away from me this morning in the barn. He had his noise
right up the butt crack of my coveralls as I was starting the
bobcat. Humping the air walking around me and whimpering. I had my zipper
pulled down to my junk when I got a moment of guilt. My fucking cock was
already tenting my shorts. I was fucking negotiating with him this morning
bro; can you believe that? Explaining I had just got out of the shower and
he was to dam horny all the time. Trying to convince the mutt he didn't
need any ass this morning! But see that big swelled cock of his in his
sheath, I caved brother. He boned the shit out of me just before I drove up
your way. I was worried the whole way up here I'd leak in that bouncy seat
of the bobcat."

"God dam, that must be some fine ass on you," I bragged as I punched his
shoulder. "So, you're just as fertile as I am packed with cum. No wonder
Boomer wanted to eat your ass out! He knew right when you walked in the
room. No shame in admitting you're just like me. It's in our blood
brother!"

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