Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2024 18:44:12 +0000 (UTC) From: "dogbone421@aol.com" Subject: Good OL' Hank chapter 2 (Bestiality) Good OL' Hank Chapter 2 By Dogbone421 God dam I was fuckin horny as hell this evening. You know the kind of horny I mean guys, the kind that just creeps up on you and makes you crazy with lust. Sitting here eating my sandwich at lunch time on the midnight shift, I'm tempted to rub off a load before I return to work. With a skeleton crew working these god-awful hours, it wouldn't be the first time I did it. Alone in my truck, I trace the bulge my semi hard cock is already making in my work jeans. The parking lot is almost deserted with only one street light cutting thru the darkness. I'm super relaxed as the night air blows softly thru my open windows. Not one to be very social, I enjoy being alone on my off time from the job. I work with a ruff group of men who talk nonstop about pussy and getting some ass. So, it's nice to be in the quiet and have time to reflect on other things. But tonight, my brain has only one thing on its mind. Flipping down the visor that usually blocks the sun, a picture of my studly dog comes into view. I run my hand thru my thick hair that needs cut and stare at obvious sheath that hangs impressively under him. It was placed there as a trophy to our relationship together. No one would ever suspect it as anything other than a farm boy loving his loyal dog. But for me it was a testament of my love for having sex with him. A true and well-seasoned bottom to him, I satisfy all his needs in that department. Seeing the picture only made things worse as my blood begins to pump faster. "God dam you big dicked mother fucker, I sure could use you right about now," I whisper without fear of being heard. "My ass needs breached in the worst way tonight," I confess as I exhale with desire. Closing my eyes and cocking my head back, I relive the sensation of his swelling knot entering and exiting my asshole just before it becomes too large to escape. Gripping my now hard shaft thru my pants, I jerk on it as my asshole tightens. I'm craving that dick like a mother fucking cock whore tonight. Coming back to reality, I glance at myself in my rearview mirror. Looking like a drug addict jonesing for a hit, my lust for him is written all over my face. "Fuck, fuck," I say to myself as I exhale a deep breath. Admitting to myself subconsciously that I'm addicted to dog dick is a reality I face every day. Excepting it at first was difficult, but now I own it. Deciding against rubbing one off, I force myself to finish eating and slowly head back into the building. Walking with a still semi-hard cock, I swear I'm going to rape my buddy when I get home in the morning. I was tired and sleepy as fuck when I arrived home the morning before. I was itching for some cock off him when I got out of my truck and thought about visiting him in the barn. At this early hour I knew he'd be sleeping. My mom was still home and I knew I had to wait till she left for work. I knew the longer I would waited, the more my need for sleep would over rule my lust. Reluctantly, after leaning against my truck for a while, I headed for my bedroom instead. Stuffing my fist in my front pocket, I hide my growing arousal as I pass mom in the kitchen. "You look tired son," she commented as she packed her lunch. "Yeah, I'm beat," I answer as I continue walking towards the stairs. As I removed my pants and tee-shirt, I rethink going back outside to have sex with Hank after I heard my mom's car start. When the crunch the gravel under her tires echoed as she pulled away, I looked down at my pecker. "What you think dude," I mockingly ask my cock pouching out the front of my jockey shots? "Should I go get my asshole juiced with cum before bed? I'll admit it has been more than a few days between us doing the deed together. Three days seems to be my max time for being away from some kind of sex with him. Be it sucking a load out thru his cock or letting him mount me. But today I was approaching four. Between not getting any privacy time, to my dad cock blocking me constantly by finding shit for me to get done, I was behind the eight ball. Hank had approached me several times over the last couple days and was begging to get in my pants. He was justified in his attempts to get pussy of me at this point. Keeping his balls regularly drained carried a commitment to uphold. I'd swell up and cuss my dad under my breath as I tried to avoid casting any suspicions about our relationship thru our courting ritual. I could read Hank's expressions and knew he had sex written all over his face and wasn't afraid to ask for it. I had to be the adult and defuse the situation quickly. Our relationship isn't like it was back when we first started fucking around together. Based solely on sex, we have both matured and settled into a more reasonable arrangement. With me working long hours, things were different then in my teens. Those daily fucking's between us are now a thing we only hope for. It's limited to those times when I or he are super horny and have time to kill. Much like what happened about a months ago when I finally had a few days in a row off from work. I took him camping with me and we made the most of being alone. It was like old times when I was in high school and he was riding my back constantly. Other than fishing and going hiking, we had nothing better to do than spend our free time in the tent fiddling with our dicks. I kept myself well piled with liquor and was extra responsive to his advances. Lots of French kissing and sucking dog cock lead up to some pretty passionate fucking. Afterwards, there's nothing like getting off the knot and going out into the light of day totally nude to take a piss. With one leg cocked up on a stump mimicking a Captain Morgan stance, I arch a strong stream high in the air. With such a leg stance, I embodied confidence and strength as I flexed my arms in defiance of those who would criticize what we just did together. Proud as fuck to be on the receiving end of his cock, I presented my freshly fucked chiseled body to the world. As if on que, Hank came up from behind and started licking up the ruminates of his spent sperm in my ass crack. Wagging his tail like a mother fucker as he munched, he proudly displayed who was the aggressor in our relationship. "That a boy Hank. Show those mother fuckers we don't give a fuck what they think," I remember shouting in my semi drunken stupor. I then howled like a wolf at the top of my lungs as Hank stood proudly before me as my balls swung in the air as I humped back and forth. "I don't need these mother fuckers with you around do I boy," I bellowed as I gripped my sack in my hand and shook them at him? He stepped forward and licked at my hand encasing them. "As useless as tits on a boar hog when I'm taking dick off you all the time," I laughed as I then headed back to the tent to grab some underwear to put on. I was feeling recharged and full of life today as I dreaded going back home. While he went off to grab a nap to recharge himself, I decided to head to the creak to finally wash the stink of dog off me. After three days of dog spittle drying on my shoulders and dried cum matting the hairs around my cock, it was time to start thinking about heading home. I'd sucked on his cock a few times and sprayed my face and head with his squirting pecker. I had noticed this morning when I awoke that some of the hairs on my head were stiff with accumulated dried sperm. "Fuck, who needs hair gel with you around," I laughed towards him as I broke apart some of the clumps. As I hit the cold stream water, I basked in glory of the fun we'd had the last few days. As I washed my butt crack, I'm sure my mom wouldn't have apricated my scent the way I do. But if I could, I would have worn it home with pride. When my shift was over at 7 AM, I headed for the local fast-food place to grab some breakfast. Sitting in the parking lot I savored the taste of the hot food as I took my time eating. I wanted to be sure my dad had left for the fields and my mom had gone off for work. With my legs spread wide, I admired some of the working-class dudes going in and leaving the restaurant. I guess you could say I leaned the gay way as I enjoyed wondering what another dude was packing in his pants. But with only having experienced sex with a male dog, I favored that way more heavily the anything else. I was a true dog cock hound for sure! "I'm defiantly going to suck me some dick this morning," I declared aloud as I watched a construction worker walk by me exhibiting a nice wad in his pants. Just speaking my mind aloud caused my cock to respond. I could feel the rush of lust come over me. "A mouthful of cum will be a great taste on my tongue before I hit the bed," I snickered as I now waved to a friendly guy who noticed me looking. Fuck, let's do this," I uttered as I finished my sandwich and started my truck. Once home, the coast looked clear as I exited my vehicle. Adjusting my crotch as I looked around, I celebrated the fact that the time was finally at hand. Rubbing my hands together with eagerness and I letting out a loud, "Yeah, haw," I strutted like a mare in heat towards the barn doors. Once I entered, I let out a loud, "Hank, where you at boy?" As I walked in, I was eager as a teenage hoping for his first piece of ass. The scent of straw filled the dank air and only added to my arousal. Subconsciously, I guess I associate that scent with the sex we always have out here. Loosening my belt buckle, my asshole was puckering with anticipation. I loved how amazing his hot tongue always felt as he moistened my hole before sex. He always gives it a good coating of doggie spittle, treating it with loving care. Pulling my tee-shirt off, I hung it on the hook of a post I stood by. "Where you at you horny son of a bitch," I bellowed as I unlaced my boots and kicked them off. "Don't you want some pussy off me this morning?" Next, I removed my jeans wondering where the fuck he was at. My cock was already forcing out the front of my briefs. To hopefully arouse him even more and show my eagerness to him, I pulled apart the fly on them and stuck my hard cock thru the opening. Looking down, my shaft stuck up proudly like an angry fist. My cock was so hard, my piss slit gapped open and my cock head glowed bright red. Slipping my feet back in my boots, I bellowed again for Hank as I was about to round the corner of hay bales. "Where you at you big dicked mother fucker," I yelled! That's when the shit hit the fan. I was shocked beyond belief when my dad came into view. Leaning over the open compartment that housed one side of the tractor engine, he noticed my instantly. "Hey boy, you're not in bed yet," he hollered as he stood up? I froze in my tracks and fear rushed over me instantly. Realizing I was sporting a hardon in full display to him, I panicked and tried to cover it with my hand. "Dad," was all I managed to answer still in shock he was in the barn. Instantly I felt my cock losing its stiffness. But the damage was already done. "Kind of early for you to be out here aint it son," he asked as I stood like I had cement boots on? Instantly my mind was running all kinds of scenarios to defend my actions. My heart almost beat out of my chest as I wondered if he heard my calls for Hank? My blood pressure went so high, I could feel my blood pumping thru my ears. How stupid could I have been to not check to see if he was still anywhere near the barn. This is what happens from lack of sleep and being extremely horny. It fucks up your better judgement. "Ah, yeah, I guess so," was all I could come up with as he wiped his hands clean with a grease rag. "I heard you calling for Hank. He ran off not too long ago when I fired up the engine. Must have been too loud in here for him." "I was just wondering where he was dad. I haven't seen him for a day or so," I answered as I stuttered somewhat. My cock, limp now, retreated back thru my underwear slit on its own. "You two have always spent way too much time together. Guess I know why now. Your mom thinks it's a little unhealthy. Thinks you ought to be off courting some ladies instead of spending so much time with him. But you don't have the ladies on your mind do you son?" "We're just good buddies dad," I responded fearful of where this sudden conversation was headed. "I understand son," my dad quickly answered back and he moved towards me. "I think it's time we had the talk." "Oh God," I thought to myself. He isn't going to give me a birds and the bees thing is he? "I know how lonely it can get out here all alone, he opened with as he stood in front of me now. "Your mom doesn't understand these things. She's a woman. But I know what it's like to be a man out here without companionship. As you know, I grew up on the farm also. I know the things you can get into experimenting with the animals. Sometimes you move on from that, sometimes boys like yourself don't. And I want you to know I'm not mad at you. "Dad I," was all I managed to utter before he went on. "I've always questioned the way that dog looks at you and the way you look back at him. I ignored the times I've seen you sporting wood when he's around. Or the way he sniffs at you. I just thought it was innocent horseplay between you both. Now, it's obvious to me what's been going on with you two. I just wished I'd realized it earlier and came to you to talk about it. Seeing you in just your underwear coming in here with a hardon no less, looking for him, says everything now." I was mortified and fucking scared out of my wits standing before him. It seemed he had figured out what was going on between the both of us. "Please dad," I begged. "It's not what you think." "It is what I think and you know yourself you're carrying on a sexual thing with that dog," he fired back at me. "Your pecker was harder than a ten-penny nail when I saw it. That's lust for that dog son. No other way you can explain it." "Dad, I don't know what to say here," I answered as I ringed my hands with fear. I literally started shaking in my boots. I hadn't cried since my grandmom died but the tears were festering up. I didn't know if he was going to punch me or run me off the farm? "Listen to me son. Stop, shanking. It's Ok. I defend you all the time to your mom. And I always will. Your secret is safe with me. You're a twenty-year-old man now. You can do whatever you want with your life," he answered as he reached out and cupped my upper shoulder. I just want you to know I'm here for you. Like I said, I did some crazy shit myself." Now really almost crying, I blurted out in a shaky voice, "You don't hate me dad?' "Hell, no son. I could never hate you. You're my boy." He then pulled me into a tight hug and squeezed me tightly. At that point I couldn't hold back the tears and let them flow. "Fuck dad, I love you so much," I blubbered like a sobbing fool. He rubbed my naked back and I had never felt such love come from him. Breaking the hug, he eased back and looked me in the eyes. Not many would understand what's going on with you two. I know you've been really careful up until today. But a stupid mistake like this can change your life if the wrong one sees you. You gotta be extra careful son. I can except it easier than most because you're my flesh and blood. And you come by it honest. Seems it must run in our bloodline." After a few awkward moments of just standing there, I asked what he meant by his last comment? "Your uncle John did the same thing back when he was younger. Hell, I figure he's still carrying on with that mutt he has running around his place," he answered as he rubbed his unshaven chin. "That dog always looks at him the same way Hank does to you. I just excepted long ago he was different than other guys and figured he'd always be having sex with one." "Uncle John does the same thing," I managed, again God smacked by the events unfolding this morning. "Oh, hell yeah. We had this brut of a dog back then that he was fucking around with all the time. He and that dog were always going off doing shit together. I caught him once locked up with that mutt in the barn. Once he realized I was ok with what he was doing, he wanted me to let that fucker jump my back. Told me I'd always want to do it again if I tried it once. Of course I declined. I was more of a sheep fucker back then." "So, if I'm are correct, you're on the receiving end of Hanks," he asked? Still in a somewhat shocked state, I hesitated to be totally honest with him at first. Looking down at the hay floor, I nodded affirmatively that I was. "Now I know we should of had this talk long ago," he answered back. "I'd have given you two more privacy and time alone if I knew. I always wondered why you spent so much time in the barn. Now that you're a man, it's easier for me to talk to you about this. So, you came out here this morning to have sex with him I take it?" "Yeah, to perfectly honest with you," I answered feeling a little better about the situation. We've been doing it for years. Since back when you bought me my truck." "God dam, that's a long time to be fucking around together. You think you're gay son?" "Most likely dad," I answered looking up at him to see his reaction. "But I've never been with a dude. Just Hank. He is the first to get at me that way if you know what I mean. It was a mutual attraction between us both. I wanted him to be my first. He took to it like a duck to water. Now he wants at my butt constantly." "Well, you're a goodlooking man son. Just like your old man," he then grinned. "Hanks the lucky one as far as I am concerned. You take him fully, up past that ball at the back," he asked in a very curious voice? "Yeah," was all I could say wondering how he knew about a dog's knot. "Yeah, your uncle did also. Says its giving yourself totally to one," he'd brag. "Guess your sucking his cock also like he did?" I just nodded not knowing what else to say. For some reason I tried to break the tension and fired off a comment I'd heard the guys at work us. "Sometimes its better swallow to avoid an unwanted pregnancy," I blurted out! Thank God my dad found the humor in it and smiled a huge grin and shook his head in disbelieve. "Yeah, you're a chip off your uncle's block that's for sure. You better start slapping a condom on that dog then boy," he rattled off to counter my humor. "We're long past that ever working dad as much as we've done it together." "No shit, that much huh," he uttered in almost shock? "Then this is defiantly not a faze for you I take it?" "No dad, this is who I am. I couldn't give it up if I wanted to." It was at that moment that Hank walked in. It couldn't have been at a more inconvenient time for him to show up. He instantly walked over to me and sniffed my crotch. Licking at the spot where my cock head laid, I didn't shoe him away. There was no point in hiding our relationship from him now. He then tried to nudge his big snout up under my underwear leg. I reached down and rubbed his head as I watched for my dad's reaction. Moving behind me, he nudged his snout against my butt. He then sat there whimpering with eagerness as he tail wiped the floor back and forth. "See what I mean dad. It's been four days since we've been together. He's wanting at me really badly. That's why I'm out here this morning. And to be totally honest with you, I want it just as badly." "Yeah, I hear you son. I know a horny animal when I see one. Guess its time for me to give you two some privacy. That's enough chatting for one day anyways. We'll talk more about this later," my dad suddenly said as he turned away from us. Closing the side hood, he bellowed to me as he walked towards the tractors seat. "She'll run now so I'll get my day started. You two go on and enjoy yourself son," was his final words as he cranked the engine and it started. The roar of the loud engine was deafening. I then heard him shift it into gear and it lurched forward. Steeling it towards the back open door, he waved to me as he parted. "Holy fuck," was all I could muster as I rubbed my face and finally relaxed some. "My dad knows about us boy," I spoke down to Hank as he looked up puzzled. I instantly started pacing back and forth trying to rationalize all we spoke about. My uncle John came into my mind and I still couldn't believe he was like me. He was one I would never consider giving himself up for a mounting. Strong and mean looking, I felt a sense of pride come over me knowing I wasn't alone anymore. Hank had no clue what had just happened and like every other time before, he was only interested in getting up my ass. When I stopped pacing, he nudged my butt again indicating he wanted us to get a move on. Still trying to process it all, I pulled underwear down to satisfy his eagerness. As he nuzzled my butt crack, I was still in a semi state of shock. When his warm tongue found my pucker, I moaned and it brought me back to reality. "Fuck boy, I don't know if we should fuck now or what," I confessed as he paid me no attention. "But dam I need your dick so badly. I guess we'll worry about all this later." His tongue action on my butthole had caused my cock to come alive again. I didn't even realize it had happened till I felt him come around and lick the end of it. With a bit of reluctance, I made my way towards our stashed fuck blanket. Hobbling there because of the placement of my shorts at my knees. As I pulled it from its hidden spot, Hank instantly knew I was giving in. "Guess there's no reason to hid this anymore," I spoke to him as I spread it on the floor. "Maybe we can now move my sleeping bag out here for me to squat down on," I said as I stepped out of my underwear. He got his cock in me quickly as I surrender without holding him back. We both were too eager to get off to have any foreplay. I was still trying to sort out all the things that had just happened. While Hank was totally focused on getting his rocks off. By the third stroke he was deep welling as I felt the all too familiar feeling of his swelling knot growing. With his groin plastered tightly against my hairy butt cheeks, his thrusts were short but deep penetrating. I suddenly shifted my worrying to enjoying this moment between us and I inched my hips lower against his thrusting. With each inward and outward stroke, that growing knot swelled larger. With one final forceful inward thrust, it popped past my ass ring and locked us together. "Uh, fuck boy," I moaned with pure ecstasy in my voice as my stretched ring clamped tightly closed behind the invading orb. "I've missed this so much," I mumbled as he rocked my body back and forth with eagerness. Instantly I felt the pressure of his enlarging shaft begin filling the void in my bowels. It was always a come to religion moment for me as I knew how deep he would snake up inside me. Moving my guts around to accommodate his thickness and length was ahh inspiring when I thought about it. "Fuck your always so big and go so deep," I groaned as my cock swung around under me begging for attention. Still bucked back against him as tightly as I could, I wanted ever bit of the area behind his knot in me. The pressure was now building to its maximum against my prostate as his knot had become fully engorged. My dog was enjoying ever second of penetrating me again. And I felt the results of it all. "Come on boy, fuck me deep," I whimpered to him as I turned my head towards his. "Empty those big ass nuts of yours in me," I begged. His tags rattled with each stroke as if he was acknowledging my spoke words. As his strokes slowly started to subside, his panting from so much excursion started. Holding me tighter as he always does at this point, he hopped from one hind leg to the other trying to drive in one final centimeter. "Ah fuck, your golden boy," I assured him as I remained motionless under him trying to spread my ass open as wide as possible. When his head laid on my shoulder alongside mine, I knew the incretion process was complete. Now the breeding part had begun. It was now my turn to give my boys cock the best feeling ever. "Fuck boy, that was a good one," I praised him with as I felt the intensity of his cum pluses. Having been four days since I milked his balls dry, I knew they were fat and bloated with doggie sperm at this point. Having sucked him off when we'd gone this long before, I knew his sperm was strong smelling and tasting. This was the moment I usually waited for to focus my attention to my own needs. Balancing on one arm to support us both, I spit on my other hand and reached for my dangling pecker. Hanging in the air at six inches hard, I gripped my shaft and began jerking myself off. My asshole automatically puckered tighter and I could feel the backside of his knot. The tightening heightened his hair trigger and I could feel his sperm squirts increase dramatically. Hank knew all too well what was about to happen and relaxed on my back. My fist was moving quickly as my nut sack rocked back and forth in time with my stroking. My breathing deepened and my body tensed up with anticipation. Sweat beaded on my forehead and my face felt like it was turning red. After all the years of experience we had, Hank knew I was closing in on my climax. As if to help intensify his mates experience, he began licking my right ear. As his hot moist tongue dug into my ear cannel, I began to move my hand faster. "Ah fuck dude," I moaned in a drawn-out moan that indicted I was right at the edge. "You know my fucking triggers," I said thru gritted teeth. I instinctively bucked my hips back and forward slightly to mimic fucking a hole uncontrollable. Hank's body moved with me and I could feel the length of his shaft move about inside me. That was the catalyst I needed that drove me over the edge. After three days of not emptying my own nuts, my cum moved up my piss tube rapidly. Three long heavy squirts fired from my piss slit as I grunted and froze. The following less urgent contractions dribbled out and dropped to the dirt floor under us. "Holly fucking shit Hank," I bragged to him in a groveled voice as I also gasped for air. "I could never have that intense a nut without you inside me. "God, dam I love that cock of yours boy," I confessed as I dropped my head down. "I would never enjoy bottoming this much with anyone but you buddy. God dam, you've ruined me dude for anyone else. We are the perfect fuck team," I offered honoring his loving making abilities. He instantly went to licking the sweat that had formed on the back of my neck as I felt his tail start to wag. "Fuck," I let go with as I moved my hand up to see some remnants of cum on my fingers. I then moved my hand up towards his snout so he could lick the residue off. Instantly his tongue went to town cleaning up my mess. "Dude, we both needed this so badly," I spoke as he finished up and I bought my arm back down to even the weight I carried. I could still feel his cum squirts firing off quicker than usual as we both settles down. Soon I knew they would settle down to a slower steady rhythm till we uncoupled. With a totally relaxed feeling encompassing me, I slowly began to think about being caught by my dad again. Hank was the only one I could talk to about this and I opened my thoughts to him. "I fucked up royally earlier boy. Now dad knows we're having sex together. He knows I suck your cock and take you up my ass. Holly shit, that's big," I marveled at saying it aloud. "I guess it's a good thing that he didn't flip out on me. It could have gone in a totally different direction for sure. You and I could have found ourselves shacked up in a rented trailer somewhere else if he had thrown us off the land. But I'm still kinda worried our secret is out. Maybe, just maybe we won't have to hide our desires so much for each other now. He seemed really cool with knowing his son was getting railed by a dog. This could work to our advantage." I remained mostly quiet and deeply in thought for the rest of the duration we were tied. Hank really was packing a huge load and it took all of twenty-five minutes for him to dismount me. With a gush, a large amount of liquid escaped along with his deflating cock as it pulled free. I felt the rush of moisture run down the back of my already cum dampened balls as he jumped down. As he moved back and proceeded to lay down and start licking his cock dry, I raised up and complained about the stiffness in my back. "Fuck dude, I'm feeling the effects of a heavy cum drop," I groaned as I slowly got to my feet. Under where we had copulated was a large wet area where the excess cum had leaked from me. To me it was a normal looking puddle considering the length of time between our mounting. About a foot from it was a few still white looking clumps of my own sperm on the blanket. "Whew," I expelled as I wiped the wetness from my face and then stretched the kinks from my body. "Excellent fuck boy," I thew his way as I reached for my underwear. "You're always the stud bro," I added as I gave him the thumbs up sign. "I fucking loved how I could feel you trying to get that extra bit of shaft in me brother. As if you weren't deep enough already you sly fucker," I snickered as I slipped on my shorts. "Could you feel my trying to widen the gap between my cheeks to help you get there," I asked as I moved my underwear up my hairy legs? "That's my devotion to you to give you the best fuck I can," I confessed as I watched him move to wet spots on the blanket and start licking up my clots of jiz. "We gotta get back on a more regular fuck schedule," I said as I reached under myself to dry the back of my balls. "Kinda even out theses intense makeup sessions we have to do lately," I added as I the adjusted my cock and ball placement. I patted his head as he moved to me and sniffed at my junk. And then just like that, he suddenly turned and ran out the back door quickly. "Your welcome dude," I hollard as he disappeared. Stepping into my boots, I grabbed my other cloths and headed for the house. With no one home, there wasn't any need to get dressed. Making a beeline for my bedroom, Sleep was coming over me quickly. Tossing my cloths in a pile in my room, I plopped down on the bed face first and hugged my pillow tightly. Within minutes I was out. Positive comments to dogbone421@aol.com