Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2021 22:16:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: dogbone421@aol.com
Subject: "A Country Boy and his Dog"  chapter 7

"A Country Boy and his Dog"

Chapter 7


	Spring time had finally rolled around up here in the mountains. It
was good to be able to get outside and do some chores around the place
without freezing your ass off. Working up a sweat without your shirt on in
the hot sun is always a great feeling to me. I always get a thrill and walk
around half hard knowing my ass bandits will enjoy mounting me when I'm
done. A hot and sweaty dude really turns a dog on for some reason. I guess
their attraction to me this way has something to do with my salty taste and
manly smell. Long tongue strokes on my damp neck while I'm tied to one is
an added arousal mechanism for me. It reminds me I'm desired for more than
just my tight cunt locked around their swelled cocks.

	By the time I manage to get back in the trailer, my guts are
bloated with the contents of two dogs nut sacks. The aroma of dog slobber
whiffs thru my nostrils as I sit on the hopper expelling the excessive
watery liquid, I've milked from their hairy balls. The salty ruminates of
my excessive sweating around my upper body has now been cleaned away by the
both of them. Replaced with the familiar scent of K-9 spittle.

	As I rise up, I admire the frothiness of the liquid floating atop
the water in the bowl. Tinted slightly white in color, there is an amazing
amount of dog reproductive juice floating there. I didn't strain to expel
most of the contents pumped into my guts. So, I know a fair amount is still
swimming up into the deeper realms of my bowels. My cock twitches and
starts to come alive again as I think those provocative thoughts. Even
though I'd already dropped a sizable load while knotted up the second time.

	I ponder taking a quick shower as I reach for the handle to flush
down the evidence of my copulation. At that moment Boomer comes up behind
me and licks between my butt cheeks. He has been patiently sitting at the
entrance of the bathroom this whole time. He's witnessed this scene many
times already and knows the drill. Sniffing at my underwear clad butt as I
entered the front door, he knew I'd been used by both dogs
already. Following behind me faithfully, I tossed my drawers toward him to
sniff at before I sat down. Now he was licking at the very spot I'd wiped
dry with toilet tissue. Slowly moving down my crack, my balls swung under
me as I looked down. Over and over, they swing around as his tongue licked
away at them.

	"I need to shave them fuckers again don't I boy," I uttered as he
continued on his mission. "I like to keep things smooth down there for you
guys," I offered as I lifted my sack to examine their furriness. His tongue
swiped over my fingers as I admired my nuts. "Yeah, I better get the razor
out soon no doubt," I casually said to him as I released them. He quickly
made them swing again as he continued to slobbered on the back of them.

I then widened my stance and grabbed my limp cock and aimed it at the
bowl. A quick stream of piss escaped me and splattered in the water as
Boomer continued to nuzzle my pucker. "Ah fuck boy that feels good," I said
in praise of him as his warm tongue repeatedly darted deep up into to
me. As I shook off the last few drops of liquid from my pecker, he managed
to get past my resistance and pierce my barrier. It's an indescribable
feeling when a dog's tongue tip makes it up just inside your pucker. And
Boomer knew instantly he'd accomplished it. Two or three times his tongue
nudged in me and made my toes curl. I'm sure the lure of fresh cum on the
other side of my barrier was incentive enough for him to be so
aggressive. Repeating it several times, I couldn't help but shout out my
feelings. "Fuck yeah boy," I uttered to him as I stood on my tippy toes and
froze enjoying the feeling. But as always being on the receiving end, he
stopped way too quickly and walked back from me.

It happened only rarely between us and I am always amazed when it
does. Coming down off a super high, I took a deep breath and pushed the
hopper handle down. I watched as the water swirled the mixture of dog cum
and piss away. As I turned, Boomer was sitting back on his haunches as I
moved to the sink and examined my face in the mirror. I was defiantly in
need of a trim I thought as I looked at my hair sticking up wildly. My neck
was red from sun and the aggressive tongue action it had received. Sniffing
at my pits, I talked to my boy behind me.

	"Not too bad," I spoke in the mirror as I then passed on the
thought of a shower. I'd already taken one this morning and the need now
wasn't urgent. Turning around, I was confronted by him sporting a hardon
with his fat pink tip showing. It was swelled up nicely and already juicy
looking. He looked at me with that knowing look a dude recognizes when he's
the bottom in a relationship with a dog.

	"Come on dude, no way. We just made wild and crazy monkey love last
night, remember," I threw his way as I stared at his equipment. Even though
we fuck almost every day, I still get turned on by his relentless desire to
be with me. Honestly, it's an honor to know you are wanted so much. As the
passive member here, I know what is expected of me even if I'm not totally
in the mood. It's the moment where the roles of master and obedient dog
switch.

	He then stands and turns sideways so his impressive swelled knot
and shaft are fully on display for me. An inch of his swelled head is
exposed sticking out the end of his hairy sheath. A small drip of liquid
glistened having off the pointed tip.

	"Ah come on bro, that aint fair," I bellowed at him as I crossed my
arms in defiance. He quickly wagged his tail knowing full well what he was
doing to me. Just as I knew his subtleties and body language, he knew mine
also and what got him laid.


When he heads for the door, I'm left to ponder if I should give in. My
noise is already flaring and my blood is starting to pump faster with
anticipation. As he exits, he turns towards our bedroom and disappears for
a few minutes. I stand with my hands on my hips knowing he'll be back any
minute. True to my words he reappears staring at me from around the door
jam. I know if I don't give in, he'll pester me all afternoon for some
pussy. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you want from me," I shout as I grab my
underwear and ball them up and throw then at him as I walk down the hall
with him leading the way.

My parents had moved to Florida last fall to get away from the cold and
snow. They have been pressuring me to come down to their place since they
got there. But when my dad fell and injured his hip, my mom insisted I come
down right away. I secured a couple weeks off from working using my banked
vacation I never seemed to use. Once that was finalized, I made
arrangements for my brother to come over and feed the dogs in the kennel
run. He wanted to come with me but couldn't afford the trip. While still
being out of work, his unemployment insurance was about to run out. I
offered to pay for taking care of my other two dogs to help him out but he
refused. I said the extra dick he could get fucking around with them was
free of charge.

	"Their used to getting laid at least once a week bro," I said to
him as I threw my duffle bag up into the truck. "You'd be doing me a great
favor. Just take one at a time into the house and let them bone the shit
out of your ass. I'm sure after five months of Gunner owning your ass, a
different dog cock could be nice. The black dog really gets aggressive when
he mounts. He can really scratch the hell out of your sides. So always wear
your shirt when you offer yourself up to him. Fucker loves to try and pull
you around on his knot also. And trust me, he's really fertile. As you know
by them big nuts of his hanging down."

	As they started to bark seeing Boomer jump up into the truck, I
grabbed my brother and hugged the shithead. Jumping up into my truck, I
slammed the door closeted and started the diesel engine. As thick black
smoke belched out the tail pipe, my brother stood looking up at me.

	"You know you two can't be doing much fucking at the parents
place," he stated as I revved the engine?

	"I plan on us doing some quality fucking in the motel tonight," I
bragged with a huge smile. "Hopefully that will appease him some for a few
days," I laughed as I banged the side of my door.

	"Fuck bro," I just don't know about you anymore," he offered as he
shook his head.

 "After that I guess we'll have to sneak off somewhere if mom won't let him
sleep with me. Sometimes I think she might be wise to me bro. She's always
asking why he's with me and why I'm not with a woman by now. And you know
how Boomer looks at me and follows me around. I certainly can't let her do
my wash just like when I was living at home. The dog hair in my underwear
would be a dead giveaway bro."

	"Yeah, but I don't think she's that smart honestly man," he
answered. "She's just worried about you being alone."

	"I'm never alone with this one. I've got all the dick I can
handle," I answered reaching over and rubbing Boomers ears. "It will be
kind of exciting having sex on the road with him. We've never been on a
long trip like this, so it's going to be interesting. But like any other
couple it will pump some excitement into our relationship," I said grinning
down at him.

	I waved to my him as I pulled away and headed down the gravel
lane. I could see him still waving as a thick heavy dust trailed engulfed
him behind the truck. It took two long hours of winding road thru the
mountains to reach interstate 95. But once we were there, the road smoothed
out and we settled in for the long haul. The hum of the powerful diesel
engine roared thru the entire truck cab as we speeded down the road.

I decided ahead of time to drive about nine hours the first day. Getting a
motel room and continuing on the next day was the plan. We stopped for a
lot of piss breaks and fast-food joints along the way. I watched Boomer
hike his leg a hundred times to dribble a little piss at every new smell he
encountered. Picking up his poo was something new to me. But I was always
conscious of the rules in the pet area. Watching those big balls of his
swing was reward enough for me as I walked behind him.

"Beautiful dog man," was a constant comment from fellow pet owners who were
walking their dogs. A sense of pride welled up in me knowing others saw him
that way. To me he was just my buddy, a mutt.




With the warm air blowing thru the cab, Boomer was quick to settle down and
sleep most of the time. At this one rest area, he was able to encounter his
first female dog on their owner's leach. I always wondered how he would act
around them and quickly found out. He sniffed at her pussy when the
opportunity was available but quickly looked up at me with reverence. I was
always super worried he'd prefer being with a female dog if he ever had the
opportunity. But his reaction helped calm my jealously and proved he
preferred me. Afterwards back in the truck, I offered him deep tongue
kisses for his loyalty.

	"Yeah boy," I moaned as he swabbed the back of my throat with his
tongue. Gripping his thick hanging sheath, I held it tightly as I sucked on
his darting tongue. "You know who your steady pussy is don't you boy? But I
gotta admit, I was worried you might prefer her to me."

	Back on the road, we drove till my yawning was getting worse. The
sun was beginning to drop low and night fall would soon be here.  Realizing
we were almost halfway now; I knew it was time to think about getting a
place for the night. Up ahead was another rest area and I needed to take
one last wicked piss. I walked Boomer first, over at the designated area. I
noticed a Sheriff's car parked in a cop parking space. When I looked his
way, his window was down and he was eyeing us. Knowing we hadn't done
anything wrong, I shrugged it off. I took Boomer back to my truck and
locked him in as I hit the john. With both windows down, I knew he wouldn't
jump out.


	When I stepped out of the men's room, I saw the Sheriff standing at
my driver's door rubbing Boomer's head. Dressed in a green uniform, he was
about the same age as me. He saw me coming back and quickly offered a big
smile my way.

	"He's a beauty, dude" he offered as I approached in an accent
heavier than mine. "I saw you two walking over there and had admired him
from afar."

	"Thanks man," I said as I stepped close to him. We exchanged hand
shanks and I liked his firm grip. "He's a handful. This is his first road
trip and he's got to stop at every rest area," I laughed.

	"Where you two headed," he then asked as Boomer licked his hand?

	"Florida man," I answered as I watched those two interact. Boomer
was defiantly on the hunt and really interested in this guy. Half crawling
out the driver's window, he licked at the side of the officer's face. In a
flash, Boomer connected with the officers' lips as he turned towards my
dog. I saw the officer briefly part his lips and Boomer's tongue slipped in
instantly. He hesitated for longer than he should have and swapped spit
with him as he rubbed under his neck.


	"You don't see to many fully intact males like him around anymore,"
he then commented as he wiped the spittle from his mouth. "I loved the look
of those big ass balls of his hanging down. Asshole owners are always
getting their nuts cut off. Just aint far," he said as he looked at me
knowingly.

	"Yeah, no way in hell I'd cut his nuts off," I laughed as I cupped
my own balls in my pants. He saw the humor in that and laughed along with
me.

	Feeling like there was more to this officer than just wanting to
talk about Boomer's nuts, I tested the waters. "He's got a hell of a pipe
between his legs also officer," I casually offered.

	With upturned eyes the cop answered, "No shit," acting really
intrigued. "I was raised on a farm and know all about how horny a dog can
get," he said as he eyed me over. I watched as the hand in his front pocket
began to play pocket pool with his junk. "I like your tattoo," he then said
as I craned my head towards the top of my right arm.

	I had forgotten that a couple years ago I had gotten drunk one
night and got a tattoo of a big dog with a hardon hanging below his
belly. The tip of the dog's cock had a touch of red added to bring your
eyes right to it. Above the dog it read, "horn dog," in big letters. Of
course, It had a special meaning to me. But to other guys who saw it, well
they thought it meant I was horny all the time. Wearing only a tee shirt
with the sleeves cut off today, it was on full display.

	"Thank man," was my immediate reply as I watched his
reaction. "It's fashioned after a dog I had when I was a teenager. Fucker
was always horny and riding my leg," I snickered.

	"Yeah, I had one of those also," the cop commented as Boomer
whimpered loudly. "We'd go hunting together and shit. After a few beers a
man can get into all kinds of weird shit out there all alone."

	"Yeah, there's really only one way to stop them from being horny
around you all the time," I offered with a slight hesitance. "That riding
your leg shit gets old really quick," I then offered testing the
waters. "Then once you jerk one off to help him out, they want more," I
confessed hoping he'd grab the bait.

	"Man, you aint shitting when you say that," he answered as he got a
serious tone in his voice as he continued to rub Boomer. "Kinda hard for a
man to stop once he starts down that road," he said softly. "I blame it on
being a horny teenager," he offered in his defense.

	Stepping off the edge of the ledge I figured I'd go for
broke. "Hell, I still do it," I said in response.

	"NO shit," the officer said enthusiastically as he came to life.

	"Yeah, my dog and I kick boots together quiet often," I offered up
hoping I wouldn't get arrested.

	"Fuck man, I envy you dude," he said as he focused back on
Boomer. "I haven't been with one for a few years. My hunting dog started
riding my back after I had a few beers one night and he had his way with
me. Next thing I knew a onetime thing turned into something we were doing
it all the time," he confessed. "That was before I went into the military."

	"Well man, if you'd like to relive some old times with him, I'd be
willing to share. Hell, you'd be doing me a favor honestly. That fucking
mutt is on the bone constantly. And like I said before, he has a hell of a
pipe on him and his knot is thick. You knotted with your boy back then,
right?"

	"Sure did," he owned up to quickly. "I'm not really sure I should
you know, being an officer and all," he answered as he stared at
Boomer. But it sure would be amazing to get with one again. If I did, you
know this has to be on the down low," he then said.

	"Yeah, yeah for sure dude. That's a given," I answered back. "I'm
only in these parts for tonight so I'd never see you again anyways."

I noticed right away his cock was hard already and pushing against the
fabric of his uniform pants. Somehow Boomer also knew this guy was fuckable
and was going crazy with excitement.

"He wants to fuck you dude, I can tell," I then put out there. "Ever notice
how some dogs just know when a man's willing to give it up for them? My boy
knows you're fuck material officer. I was thinking of finding a place soon
to bed down for the night. You know of any good cheap motels around these
parts where we could make all this happen?"

"My cousin is the night manager at a place I could get you a good discount
at," he answered back quickly. Finally stepping away from my driver's door,
he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and pulled a card from it. As the
wind shifted, I could smell that he was freshly showered and smelled of
soap and baby powder. "I'll call him and let you know you're interested in
a room if you want," he offered?

"Yeah, sure thing," I answered back as I stretched the kinks from my
back. "I've been in that seat all day and I'm tired of driving. "What time
you get off shift," I then asked?

"Just staring my tour," he stated as he slipped into deep thought. "I could
come by let's say in a few hours after you get settled," he offered? "I'd
still be in uniform if that doesn't freak you out. Maybe use my lunch break
for this," he said as he rubbed his stream shovel jaw? "I'd only have about
twenty or thirty minutes."

"Hell yeah," that sounds great," I said. "That's plenty of time for my dog
to throw the cock to you officer. I know you'll love a gut full of him ball
juice."

I was settled in at the motel he recommended and it was around 8 PM when I
received a text from him. I gave him my room number and reassured him he
could trust me to keep his secret. "Hell bud, we're both in the same boat
here. I take dog dick up the ass also," I texted back when he expressed
nervousness about following thru.

I specifically requested the last room on the motel block so we'd be far
from most of the other guests prying eyes.  Peering out the vertical blinds
that huge over the front window, I waited patiently for his arrival. It was
dark now and I figured that would help hide his patrol vehicle. Boomer laid
on the floor not knowing what was about to be happen. I looked at him and
bragged, "You have no idea how lucky you're going to be tonight stud."


Not five minutes after that I saw the bright headlights of his SUV beaming
down the darkened roadway. My truck was parked in front of the room and he
slowly pulled in beside it as I moved towards the door. Slowly opening it,
Boomer jumped to his feet wondering if he was going out with me. I peered
thru the door crack and watched him open his car door and stand there for a
few seconds. Then slowly he removed his gun belt and moved to the back of
the vehicle. Opening the hatch, I saw him place it the back. As the deck
lid closed, he removed his hat and tossed it on the front seat and then
closed the door. Walking towards the room, he was super intimidating
looking. When he got close, I opened the door and motioned him in. Once
inside, Boomer came to life and instantly remembered him. Without
hesitating, he was taking deep sniffs of his crotch as I closed the door
and bolted it.

"Looks like he remembered you," I bragged as I moved away from them
both. Boomer was all over his lower body sniffing and wagging his
tail. Within seconds he was behind him sniffing out his ass crack.

"Yeah, he sure seems to know why I'm here," he offered as I watched his
zipper area expanded. "I'm kind of under the gun here guy, so I need to get
this started," he replied a little nervous sounding.

"Oh, yeah, for sure dude. Why don't you get comfortable and get to know
each other better while I go grab us a cold drink," I offered to help calm
his nervous. I slipped out the door but not before I watched him unzip his
uniform pants and start pulling his shirt tail out. Boomer was instantly on
notice that he was getting a piece of his ass and had the dude in his cross
hairs. The dog was already swelled up as he watched the cop's black
underwear covered ass appear.

I grabbed two Cokes from the vending machine just outside the door, paced
around a bit and then walked back to my room. As I opened the squeaky door,
I saw the officer standing there nude from the waist down except for his
black socks. Boomer had his noise stuck up the officer's firm looking butt
licking away at his pucker. The cop's cock was rock hard sticking out from
under his shirt tails and he was jerking away on his cock. I was instantly
proud that my boy was going to be taking this cop's pucker. His strips on
the upper shoulder of his uniform shirt caught my eye and made me realize
he wasn't just a rookie cop.

"Ah fuck that feels good," he moaned as Boomer licked away at his asshole
as he slowed his stroking of himself. "I aint felt this feeling since I let
a military dog eat my ass out for me one night," he confessed to me in that
sweet sounding southern draw of his. "I ended up allowing him to knot me
once I found a secluded storage closet. Man, that was some good dog dick."

"Well tonight's your lucky night again officer," I bellowed as I watched
them two together. When Boomer backed away from him, I informed him he was
ready to take him. Without any need for explaining things or helping out in
any way, the cop slowly dropped to his knees and bent forward on his hands,
offering himself up to my dog. It was quite obvious to me he was really
experienced already at doing this. Boomer didn't hesitate and quickly
jumped the cop's back. His hips were flailing around like crazy trying to
find the guy's pucker. When I saw him deep well his hips tightly against
the cop's butt, I knew he had found the prize. The cop grunted instantly as
Boomer took off thumping his hips tightly against his and locking down on
the cops clothed sides. The officer's head flew back and Boomer laid his
head into the cliff of his neck.


It was like watching a demon possess Boomer's body and take over. I stared
as he threw the cock to him relentlessly. His dog tags clanked whenever he
would raise his head up mimicking the thrusting of his hips. The cop didn't
resist at all. In fact, he leaned lower to the ground and arched his hips
tighter against Boomer's lower body. Yeah, this big boy was defiantly a dog
pussy for sure I thought. My cock instinctively stood tall watching those
two going at it.

Slowly Boomer slowed his thrusting and settled down still hugging the cop's
body super tightly. His tail was raised slightly indicating he was
squirting cum repeatedly. As they both fell into afterglow, I saw Boomer
start licking the cop's ear. I could tell by the expression on his face
that he was in ecstasy at this point. The cop's cock hung down from his
body with a precum trail already hanging from his piss slit. I sat one of
the Cokes on the dresser and decided to give them privacy. Before I left, I
let the officer know I'd be back in about fifteen minutes and gave him a
few pointers on how to satisfy my dog even more.

"Dude, offer him your mouth. He loves to kiss you while he's dropping off
his load," I instructed. "He's been getting a lot of man pussy lately so he
won't be knotted super long to you. Relax and enjoy yourself officer and
milk that load out of my dog's nuts were my last words as I stepped
outside.

I found a bench and sat drinking my soda as I waited. The frogs crocked and
the sounds of the interstate could be heard off in the distance. I played
with my cock thru my pocket as I envisioned what was going on between them
both. When I finally returned the two of them were separated. Boomer was in
the corner licking his privates clean and the cop was pulling on his
underwear. A large wad of human cum was visible on the dingy carpet under
where they had fucked. The cop's head was sweaty looking and his pits were
dark with moisture.

"How was he officer," I asked in an upturned voice as I slowly closed the
door?

"Fuck man, that was amazing," he offered with a deep sigh. "I haven't cum
that hard in years. Feels like an impressive load inside me also. I'm
fighting the urge to take a dump because I know how special this
was. Thanks again for the opportunity guy," he offered as he wiped the
sweat from his forehead.

"Sure thing guy," I offered back to him. "Its always great to be able to
help out another guy who loves dog dick as much as I do. I'm glad you two
hit it off so well together. I could tell your very experienced at taking
dog cock up your ass."

"Yeah," he shyly answered. "My dog and I were lovers for over four years."

As he pulled on his uniform pants he casually asked if he could connect
with us again on the way back? Before I could answer, I watched as Boomer
jumped up and licked up his cum puddle.

"Its obvious you enjoyed yourself," I laughed as he suddenly seemed
embarrassed.


Boomer then walked over to the him and licked and sniffed at his junk thru
the material of his underwear. Slowly the cop pulled the front of his
shorts down low and Boomer proceeded to swab at his limp cock head.

"Yeah man, I think we can work out hooking up with you again for sure," I
offered.


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