Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2005 19:24:26 -0500
From: Don McDonough <abcdefg@sympatico.ca>
Subject: Grandpa's Barn - Part One

I couldn't wait to start college in the fall.  I was looking forward to
getting out of the house and living on my own and making a few of my own
rules.  But as luck would have it, mom and dad didn't have the money to
send me to college unless I found a free place to stay.

The college was a few hundred miles away and luckily my grandfather lived
a short distance away.  He and I had a good relationship even though I
only saw him a couple of times a year.  Mom made the call and grandpa Tom
said it would be okay for me to stay with him while I went to school.  It
wasn't exactly what I had wanted but I liked Grandpa and this would work
out good for me.

The arrangements were made for me to go to Grandpas place in June and
help around his farm for the summer.  That, supposedly, would help offset
the cost of feeding me for the rest of the year.  Mom and Dad drove me
there on the second saturday of June; just after I finished high school.
I was already 18 and would turn 19 in September.  I started school late
because of a childhood illness and was already the oldest kid in class.
Going to college would be great because my age would no longer be an
issue.

Grandpa's farm was just a small house with a barn and a vegetable
garden.  He had a few chickens and a couple of barn cats and three dogs.
There wasn't much to the place and me and Grandpa could easily manage the
chores and still have lots of leisure time.

As soon as my parents left, Grandpa Tom sat me down to explain the rules
of the farm.  "First off, young man there is no profanity allowed" he
said with conviction.  "That's fine with me" I said with an equal amount
of conviction.  "Secondly, there will be no drinking, smoking or slacking
off, when there's work to be done, I expect it to be done with no
questions asked".  This he said matter of factly and I just nodded and
said "yes sir" and gave him a salute.  To this he finally broke into a
grin and then a smile.

Grandpa Tom was 71 years old, five and a half feet tall and weighed 135
pounds.  He was all muscle and tanned from years in the sun.  He had dark
brown sparkling eyes and a rounded nose with a band of white hair that
glistened beneath the engineers hat that was always on his head.  He wore
overalls all the time and in the summer he wore nothing underneath them.
I was oddly attracted to him and often watched him as he went about his
chores.

All three of the dogs lived in the house with him.  Grandma had died many
years ago, long before I remember and Grandpa had lived alone in the
house with his three dogs.  The smallest dog was a mutt of about 40
pounds.  He was about four years old and a mixture of lab and spaniel.
He was called patches because of the mottled color of his fur.  He was
the most rambunctious of the lot and was constantly running around the
house and when outside he was forever in the way.

The middle dog, Duke was a black lab or close to it.  He was a tall beefy
dog with a large head and thick shoulders.  His tail was as thick as my
arm and was always knocking things around.  He was a very quiet dog and
very affectionate.  He quickly became my favourite.

The biggest dog of the three was Butch.  Butch was also a black lab but
he was about three inches taller than Duke.  Grandpa told me that he and
Duke were brothers and that Duke was the runt of the litter.  Butch
pushed his weight around all the time and he was the barker.  When anyone
approached the house it was Butch that would spring to life and begin
barking.  He was a friendly dog but a bit scarry because of his size and
how loud he barked.  When he growled at you, you took heed.  He was not
going to be toyed with and he let you know it.

The first night at Grandpas I had a hard time sleeping.  My room was just
down the hall from his and he left his door open.  He told me to leave my
door open as well so the dogs could roam around at night.  The house was
a bungalow so the dogs would go from room to room and every once in a
while I would awaken and find one of them on the bed or standing by the
bed looking at me.  Patches took his place at the foot of my bed and
stayed there most of the night.  The next day Grandpa told me that I had
taken his bed and that's why Patches slept there.  I said it was okay and
it was nice to have someone in the bed with me.  I said it before my mind
could process how that would sound.  Grandpa just looked at me and
smiled.  "I know how it feels to be alone" he said.

We had breakfast of toast and eggs and some garden potatoes.  Grandpa was
simple but he could really put on a good breakfast.  We finished eating
and he told me to clean the kitchen, bathroom and my room before joining
him in the garden.  Sounded simple enough to me so I said okay and began
my first day of chores on the farm.

Patches and Butch followed Grandpa outside but Duke stayed in the kitchen
with me.  He found a cool place next to the refridgerator and lay down.
There were mats strewn about the house for the dogs to lay on and Duke
choose a well worn one and settled in for a nap.  I went to working
cleaning the kitchen which didn't take long.  Soon all was clean and it
was time to head for the bathroom and bedroom.  I looked down at Duke who
was having a nice nap.  He looked so calm and peaceful, curled up on the
mat.  He was laying on his side with his hind leg pulled up to his chest
and I could see his balls hanging out and drooping down onto the mat.  I
was amazed and curious of how such an animal could have such big
testicles.  I got down on the floor and sat closer to him so I could get
a better look at his ball sack.  When I did he raised his head and licked
my face.  It was pleasant and I began to experience a sensation in my
groin that intensified as I reached out and stroked Duke's neck.  He
responded with another lick to my face and then he began to stand up.

When he stood he was at eye level with me.  He began to pant, with his
tongue hanging out of his mouth.  I continued to pet him more and more
while he just stood there panting.  His fur felt warm and silky to
touch.  I was now on my knees and could reach around him to his opposite
side.  This brought him close to me and I couldn't resist the urge to
pull him tight to me while petting him.  He still wasn't moving so I
continued to pet in long strokes, starting at his neck, along his back,
down his side and under his belly.  I stopped short of his cock with each
stroke but got a bit closer with every second or third stroke.  By the
time I had been stroking him for a few minutes I realized that I had a
full erection and I was really enjoying playing with Duke.  I kept
stroking him closer and closer to his cock until finally my hand touched
the end of his sheath.  It was damp and soft.  My heart raced with
anticipation and fear.  I didn't know Duke that well and I had never done
anything like this before.  I wasn't sure how the dog would react if I
touched his balls but I wanted to feel those big black shiny balls. I
tried one last stroke and ran my hand all the way down his belly, across
his cock and as far under as I could.  I could barely reach his balls
from that angle so I started to pet him from the side closest to me.

Duke pulled his tongue in and swallowed as I allowed my hand to glide
slowly across his cock one more time and reached under and cupped his
balls with my hand.  The feeling was intense.  His balls were bigger than
my own and heavier.  I cupped them for a few seconds then dragged my hand
back along his cock ridge.  As I did, Duke turned his head and pushed his
nose against the side of my head.  This scared me but he did it in a
gentle way as if to say "get on with it".  He looked away again as my
hand started another long stroke.  This time though I stroked quickly and
found his cock inside the sheath.  It felt like a tree branch.  It was
very hard and bumpy and his knot had begun to swell a little.  I pulled
the skin back and forth on his cock and within a few seconds his cock
started to protrude from its sheath.  It was pink and very pointed.  Duke
nudged me again so I started to jerk his cock in long strokes while
keeping the fur around it.  Before long his cock began to come out more
and more and Duke started to hunch his back.  He began slow humping my
hand as his cock grew larger and larger.  Now it was almost purple and I
could see small veins covering the surface.

Duke's cock was swollen now and the tip of his cock looked like a
chisel.  It had a small soft tip at the end of his rock hard cock and I
knew that I would have to finish him before I could do the rest of my
housework.  I was terrified that Grandpa would walk in but he was in the
garden and I thought I had at least an hour before he expected me to join
him outside.  Duke's cock was dry and red and I thought it would hurt him
if I touched it with my bare hands.  I had sucked a few boys in
highschool so I was no stranger to cocksucking but this was a dog.
Albeit a most beautiful dog and with a cock bigger than anything I had
ever seen.  His cock was not about six inches long and the knot was
inside his sheath and about the size of a tennis ball.  I knew he was in
agony and it would be my duty to relieve him.  I slowly leaned down and
put my face in the path of his humping and with a little co-ordination I
managed to get the end of his cock in my mouth.  He was humping very fast
now and his cock was squirting what I thought was cum.  It was clear like
water but tasted sour and salty.  I managed to stay far enough away that
he couldn't push too much of his cock in my mouth but the more he fucked
my mouth the more I wanted to have more of his cock.  It was impossible
to keep him inside my mouth now that he was humping so rapidly.  He was
actually pushing my head forward with each stroke and I had to move along
the kitchen floor to keep up with him.

After a few short minutes of this he began to hump even more wildly and
then he began to cum.  I was totally unprepared for this but when it
started I couldn't believe how much cum he could squirt.  It was shooting
in my mouth, on my face, on the floor and on his belly.  He continued to
cum for a good minute or two before he slowed down and his back
straightened.  He pulled away from me and went back to his mat and
started licking his cock.  I looked around and realized that I was six
feet from the mat.  Duke had pushed me halfway across the kitchen.  My
cock was pushing against my jeans and a big wet spot showed where the end
was.  I had to do the bathroom next and it would be none to soon.  I
raced to the bathroom, dropped my jeans and with a few short strokes,
exploded into the toilet.

My heart was still pounding when I got out of the bathroom and returned
to the kitchen.  Duke was sound asleep on the mat and I could see doggy
cum all over the floor.  I would have to work fast to clean this up and
get my other chores done before Grandpa came looking for me.

Part Two: Later that night cuming soon