Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2005 18:21:20 -0800 From: DesertDog Subject: alone upstairs/part 2 I was panting, sweat was bleeding out of every pore as though being wrung out of a sponge, any and all noise around me was muffled by the pounding of my heart in my ears. My legs trembled, week and aching. Basketball practice had been a bitch that day. After the emotional and physical exertion of the previous night's fun, I just wasn't ready for coach Reed. He really pushed us. I sat on the cool cement of the dressing room and leaned back against my locker. I looked down at my moist shorts as they clung to my crotch, outlining my package. My cock had been tingling and twitching all day every time my ass sang with memories of my dog's cock. Guys traipsed by me with towels flung over their shoulders on their way to the showers. As my breathing gradually slowed I realized I couldn't shower. My ass was still sore and no doubt red as a stop sign, and my back was full of scratches from Harley's claws. I didn't even realize he was scratching me at the time, but I had noticed the damage in the mirror the next morning. I had been able to keep my back to the locker while changing into my uniform , but I wouldn't be able to hide anything in the shower. When I finally regained strength in my legs, I stood and staggered out the back door. I cut across the football field and down a couple of alleys. I reached my street and urged my self down the home stretch. I was still pouring sweat in gallons. The berating sun and molten heat writhing from the sidewalk wasn't helping. I entered my house and the first thing I noticed was a hand-written note on the kitchen table. My parents weren't going to be home until quite late, and I was to fend for myself. I went to the back door and called for Harley to make sure he was around. He bounded in between my unsteady legs, almost taking me down. I cursed at him on my way to the living room where I collapsed on the sofa. Right on top of me came Harley, licking and panting. I made a feeble attempt to shove him down, then he was suddenly drawn to the scent of my perspiration and began licking my exposed arm pits. He moved to the part of my chest that wasn't covered by the low-cut basketball jersey, and lapped at the glistening moisture there. My head was spinning with the sounds of basketballs caroming off metal rims, shoes chirping on gym floors, the aphrodisiacal smell of dog cum intertwined with my own bodily excretions, the guilt-ridden burn of inflamed membranes and aching loins. I was trying to relax, to slow my heart rate and regain my bearings. The stimulation of the warm tongue sliding across my chest was aiding my efforts. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. Harley suddenly moved his tongue down to my stomach, pushing my jersey up with his snout. He licked the beads of sweat clinging to the hair above my waistband, then jammed his muzzle into my crotch. The moisture darkening the fabric of my shorts had his full attention. I pulled a knee up which caused the leg of my shorts to yawn open. He got the idea immediately and his head disappeared down inside. He hungrily slurped the lather around my groin, licking my cock and balls through the weave of my jockstrap causing a swelling. To this sensation I drifted off to sleep. About two hours later I awoke. Harley was on the floor next to the sofa, my parents were still several hours away from returning, and I was grimy and hungry. I stood, feeling close to my old self, at least my legs were sturdy beneath me again, and peeled off my uniform. I kicked off my shoes and strolled upstairs in nothing but my still-moist jock. Harley of course was right on my heels. I entered my bedroom with Harley's nose sniffing at my ass. I stepped over the stain in the middle of the carpet, the sight of which tickled my cock. I walked to my dresser and opened the drawer. Harley was trying to lick the stale sweat in my crack. I turned and caught my reflection in the full-length mirror on my closet door. There I was in my jockstrap, my typical basketball player's physique, long, lean and smooth, was looking good, save for the scratch marks on my back, with a dog's nose buried in my crevice. The memories of squelching, panting, the feeling of stretching, cumming with out touching myself, began to arouse me. But, no, I couldn't do that again. That was nasty, dirty, unnatural! Besides, there was no way my ass could take it again. Not this soon. But, the more Harley licked, the more his tongue grazed my tender hole, the more I was wanting it. Gawd! I actually wanted it! Feeling absolutely ashamed of myself, I got down on all fours, and presented my backside to Harley. He licked aggressively at my hot spot. The soreness made me jump, but it also made my cock throb. I looked back over my shoulder to say "that's it, lick it boy!" but Harley had his own interpretation again. He mounted me in a flash. I grunted from the force of his weight and the contact of his cock on my ball sack. This was going quicker than I expected, but I was craving it so badly again that the faster he could get that wonderful instrument in me the better. I adjusted my ass to try and give him better access, and, in just seconds, it worked. I felt his red, hot member pierce me like a harpoon. The pain erupted from my ass, bubbling up out of my mouth in a loud scream. Knowing my parents weren't around to hear anything, I let go. "Uuuugh! Gaaawd, Daaaamn! Shit! Mmph...Mmph..." What the hell had I let myself do? This was excruciating. Fortunately, even quicker than the first time, the pain started to subside. It gradually became that carnal aching, that animal lusting for the rough invasion of my body. Harley's thrusting seemed to be more vigorous this time. He was pushing me forward, inch by inch. I looked down and saw the stain from the night before, I could smell mine and Harley's sex juices. My cock was so hard and pulsing that it actually hurt. Pre-cum was leaking like a faucet. "Ugh...shit, that's it, Fuck me Harley! Mmph! Gawd! Fuck, gaaawd!...Mmph...Ugh ugh,... Mmph! Fuck me, fuck me! Oh gawd, yeeees!" I was babbling. Harley was hitting all the right spots and paces. I was becoming delirious, drooling. I couldn't believe how incredible it felt. How much I liked it! I blew like a volcano, grunting and moaning with every spurt. I looked down to see white gobs oozing through cloth of the jockstrap. The banging at my ass started to slow after what seemed like ages, but what was actually only a matter of seconds. Dogs don't fuck in and out with their cocks for any longer than is necessary to get the knot in position to engage. When the swelling started, I still didn't know what it was all about but I was anticipating it. I was looking forward to it. The pain was just as intense as before, but this time it couldn't hurt enough. I wanted to be stretched, to feel stuffed, to feel the pangs of a mated bitch. Resting on my elbows, with my face in the stain, I felt Harley step off and turn. I could feel his tail resting on my back. He tried to pull away and I quickly moved with him. My cock was still pulsing out the last remnants of a load that surpassed even the ones I had shot the night before. Despite the great release, I was still horny for the cock lodged in my ass. I started grinding my ass around, feeling that fleshy rod manipulate the deep recesses of my man cunt. I couldn't get enough of the feeling of this thing embedded in me. I was sweating again. I was panting almost as loud as Harley. The realization now that I was at Harley's mercy until he disengaged, kept the excitement and erotic quality of the situation from fading as I prepared for the long, gratifying bond. Suddenly I heard the screen door on the front porch slap shut. I looked at the clock, it was still hours before my parents were to be here. Who could it be? I didn't hear anyone knock! Oh shit! None of my friends ever knocked. Was one of them jogging up the stairs right now? There was noting I could do. They were gonna see me like this. I waited, head in hands. Nothing. No one came in. Then, through my slightly raised window, I heard voices. They sounded familiar, but not quite distinguishable. I tried to move toward the window, pulling Harley with me. It hurt like hell when he resisted and started to thrash. I grabbed him by the hind led to settle him. I inched forward, tugging at his leg to bring him along. I finally got close enough to see down to the front yard, and, to my mortification, there was my best friend Kyle and his girlfriend Lisa. Climbing into Kyle's car with them was Trish, the girl Kyle had been trying to get me hooked up with. Had they been in the house? Had they been upstairs? I whipped my head around toward the door. It had been wide open the whole time! Had they heard me begging Harley to fuck me? Had they walked in and I didn't see them? I was terrified. The shame and humiliation poured over me. I still had another good ten minutes before Harley would untie... Again, I love feed back. Please let me know what you think. Should I continue?