Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2007 19:05:34 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: Going to Work-1 The standard disclaimers are still in effect. If it is illegal to read about sexual activities other than missionary position heterosexuality in your area please sign off and and e-mail your congressperson. If you are a minor, discuss your desire to read about sex with a responsible adult that can guide away from stories that may be too explicit for your maturity. The characters in this story enjoy male on male, dog on male and other alternative sexual activities. As I've said before I will allow those that wish to believe this is fiction to do so but I will attempt to relate my story as I remember it happening. Going to Work-1 I drove back to school with only one incident, my right rear tire blew out at sixty mph and took me off the right side of the interstate. I didn't get hurt and my car ended up in no worse shape than it started the trip. Neither the tow-truck driver nor his dog enticed me in the least, I changed the tire without any help (yes, I know how) and limped back to the house at the recommended speed for a donut. The sun was setting over the university when I pulled into the garage. It was pleasant to walk through the house and not have to worry about Cho pestering me for sex. I had thought about him for every mile of the trip home and had determined that I needed to exert more control over the Akita I'd inherited, his dominating nature needed some tempering so we could live together peacefully and sexually. I called my mother to let her know that I'd made it back safely. I spent fifteen minutes bitching about my car and having to get another one before I moved. She had started to emerge from the grief that engulfed her after burying my father. Before saying goodbye she offered me the pickup that my father had bought less than four months before being hospitalized, she thought I'd have to make the payments but they weren't too high. When I asked her if my father hadn't had insurance to cover death or disability she didn't know. As much as I resented him I would be willing to take over his payments to have a pickup with less than eight thousand miles on it, if necessary. I studied Saturday night, visited with a cousin I have in the city on Sunday and after returning to the house tried reading until I fell asleep. Monday morning I woke missing Cho. When I sat down to have a cup of coffee on the back porch it dawned on me that I hadn't checked to see if I had any messages. When I heard my voice mail say I had three new messages I hit the number 1 to start listening. The first message was from Rafa who was still in Mexico, he had been rescued by his uncle and had decided to stay there for six months or more. He let me know that Sean and Ivan would be arriving at the house within a few days. It was good to hear his voice although it was emotionless and flat, the deadness I had seen in his eyes was now in his voice. He didn't say a word that condemmed me for leaving him or about hoping to ever see me again, I sincerely doubted that he wished that. The second message was from Jaimie. He rambled on about Rafa having been released from the farm and how he would like to see me when he had two days off in the states. The rest of his message was about the things he wanted to do to me. I only half listened, after what he'd done to Rafa I didn't care if I ever saw him agaim. Flying back from Mexico I had been consumed by the desire for him sexually, but after having the chance to think about Rafa's fate I had gotten over that foolishness. The third message was from the vet. Cho had not been pleased to be deserted at the kennel. The second day he was there he attacked the teenager the vet paid to feed the boarded dogs. The kid hadn't known how to deal with a dog like Cho, he had tried curling up at the dog's feet when attacked. For a dog as dominant as Cho that was the wrong thing to do, the Akita ripped off his pants and raped the boy. It wasn't funny, but I did have a quick chuckle before hearing the vet say that the boy's parents were talking about suing me. There really isn't any law they could sue under, a lawyer had told me that being sexually abused by an animal might be covered by the law that attempted controlling dangerous animals but if the human's life wasn't endangered most judges would throw the case out. Anyway he wanted me to come get Cho before classes on Monday. I was up early enough to get Cho and rush to class, but I wasn't going to have time for any of his nonsense or affection. Rafa had given me a pair of gloves that Fred had used to knock Cho away when the Akita was too aggressive, I wore them into the vet's office. When Dr. Schmitt walked out of the back with Cho on a lead the stud looked at me like he knew exactly what he'd done and was not at all sorry. When I approached the doctor, Cho either smelled the gloves or saw them. For the first time since he'd been living with me I saw him lower his huge head in submission. The guise of submission would last until we arrived at the house and he had been released from the lead. He made a quick lap of the yard to ascertain whether any other dogs had trespaased and then returned to me with a look that said he was ready to take out his frustrations on my ass. Before turning my back on him I was certain to let him smell the gloves on my hand and rap him lightly on the side of his head with the weighted side. Cho backed away, unsure what was going to happen, but seemingly aware that matters between us had changed. He had been couped up for the entire weekend, so I didn't put him in the dog run or stake him out. I've always enjoyed school and getting back to my studies that morning was a treat that I knew was going to be soon interrupted. I promised myself that I would apply my hardiest efforts to master the quarter's studies, having to teach one of the classes myself soon after the quarter was over was enough of a goad to change my habits. The time I spent in the library that afternoon was spent studying, not traipsing back and forth to the restroom looking for a cock or two to suck. About 4:30 that Monday I headed back to the house only to find a Airtransport truck pulled in front of the walk. I hadn't thought about the fact that Ivan and Sean would be arriving, but there they were. The two wolfhounds were standing up in two of the largest dog crates I had ever seen, they could have held a minature horse in either one. The driver of the truck handed me a portable device to register receiving the crates, he was a bit of a lumox and older, fatter and balder than my tastes run. His helper had been squatting down in front of the crates and I hadn't gotten a look at him until the drivers said that they would put the crates on the porch. The helper stood and turned my way. I'm glad that I was standing beside the mailbox and could put my arm on top of it for support. I'm certain you have heard the old wives tale about every man and woman having a twin somewhere in the world? Facing me was mine. He was my exact height and coloring, our faces could have been interchanged and no one including my mother would have known. I keep my hair extremely short, it's cheap and I don't even have to use a blade guard on the clippers; his hair was either grown out a few days or he use the #1 guard. Even our glasses matched. I had often been told I was a good looking guy, but until that moment had no reason to believe it, the man shaking my hand pumped blood into my dick with every movement of his hand. Feeling my dick swelling in my shorts caused me to wonder if this guy would have an identical dick, too. I got Ivan and Sean out of the crates so the pair of men could move the crates up to the porch easier. Not even realizing I had said anything I extended an invitation to my twin to come back and play with the boys any time he was in the neighborhood. The older guy was already climbing into the truck when the guy that looked like me came back up the sidewalk and told me that he would call and arrange a play date by the weekend. I walked around with my head buzzing for the next hour, it had never been my fantasy to go to bed with someone like me, but he had changed many thoughts that normally floated around in my head. Like in the past Cho and the other two did not coexist well, the Akita tried bullying them individually and they retaliated as one. That entire evening was a jockeying for dominance in my backyard. My reading was more interesting than normal that evening so other than feeding them I ignored the dogs until well after eleven. I was jotting down notes for a report I was going to have to write when I heard the dogs making more noise than they had earlier. I was hoping I didn't have to separate them and keep them locked in separate pens. When I walked out on the back porch I was startled to see that Cho had grabbed Ivan by the neck and mounted him much as he would a human. The wolfhound was still snarling and snapping at him, but otherwise was not resisting the larger dog's action. Just because Cho had fucked men and boys didn't mean in my book that he was gay, but seeing him mount another male dog made me wonder whether a dog could be gay or if he was just dominate or perhaps pansexual. I looked around the yard a minute before I saw Sean, he was laying by the fence licking his own dick and balls, I had to move closer to him to see that his legs and butt were covered with the dried remains of dog cum. Unquestionably Cho was establishing himself as the alpha male in the household, I hoped that didn't mean that Ivan and Sean would not be permitted to mount me as it would work in a dog pack. Knowing how much dick the Akita has I pitied the two wolfhounds while at the same time envying their good fortune. Growing up around animals I had often seen them mating, but that night was the first time I had seen a stud dog mount another. Around a farm steers and bulls will mount anything that has four legs, it doesn't seem to matter the sex or genre of animal. I've seen bulls try to mount deer, mules and horses. But dogs, no. This was a first and it excited me. I was planning on stroking myself when I dropped my pants, but Sean saw what I did and stopped licking himself and got between my legs and licked me from the tip of my asshole to the tip of my dick. Cho pumped at Ivan for at least fifteen minutes, he was unable to get the knot in the other male and when he popped out cum ran down over Ivan's legs. The Akita didn't move away, he growled at Ivan and stood watching until the wolfhound lay down and began cleaning himself. I knew the next few minutes might be tense if Cho didn't like the idea of Sean and I being together. Either he was exhausted or he didn't care if Sean licked my cock. I found out the next afternoon that he was going to have problems with me allowing either Ivan or Sean to mount me. I was needing a hard fuck when I got home from class, I decided welcoming Sean and Ivan home by giving up my ass was exactly why Rafa had sent them to live with me. After what I'd witnessed the previous night I decided that Cho needed to be in the dog run before I presented myself to either of the wolfhounds. Rafa had told me that I must give off pheronomes or vibrations that spoke to the dogs about my readiness for sex. Why I say that is as soon as I walked out into the yard Cho was at my back trying to push me over. I didn't even need to look, I knew that his bone had started sliding out of his sheath by that time. It took me getting the gloves that I had from Fred to get Cho to stop jumping on me and into his pen. Ivan and Sean had been holding back as their nemesis crowded me. Before dropping my shorts, I spread a heavy blanket in the center of the yard, with three dogs loose in the yard I thought it would be a smart precaution to avoid wet spots, Cho had meticulously pissed on the fence surrounding the yard but with two lesser dogs I wasn't sure they might not be using the grass. The Akita wasn't happy to be caged, he was barking furiously at the three of us making Ivan and Sean nervous about approaching me. While I would have preferred one of the dogs to take the lead and start licking my bitch slit I crawled beneath Ivan and used one hand on his sheath and the other rubbing the inside of his back legs soon had enough dick poking out to suck into my mouth. Sean has never been too patient when seeing Ivan getting my attention, the older of the hounds pushed at the larger. I don't know if he knew what was happening beneath Ivan, but it didn't matter, he wanted the same. So did I. The noise Cho was making kept Ivan and Sean prancing on the blanket around my head, I kept one arm over my face so they wouldn't scratch me up and the other hand on the dick that I wasn't sucking at the moment. I don't know if Cho was intimidating them, but it took longer for them to swell to their fullness than normal. Although they hadn't been with me in six months, when I slapped my butt Sean swiveled and pounced. I felt like he had an icepick between his legs as he struggled to find the exact spot that would allow him full entrance. If I hadn't had my mouth and throat full I would have been screaming. He had been pounding my ass for a few minutes when Sean decided to climb on my shoulders and hump my face. Whether he was confused, enjoyed being in my mouth or wanted to face Ivan I'll never know. What I do know is I was being pushed back and forth as they alternated the pistonlike punishment they were giving my ass and throat. It was more than I had bargained for when I walked through the front door, neither dog had done more than spit a bit of precum when I started shooting and couldn't stop. The spasms in my ass might have done it, or it could be that he had been at it just long enough but with his knot bouncing against my swollen prostrate (the doctor at the health center wasn't sure why I had it) he started flooding me. Ivan was whimpering like he does when he's ready to turn and Sean joined him in giving me dog cum. He was shooting in my throat hard enough to start me gagging and vomiting. Sean went to the opposite side of the yard from Cho's dog run and spent the next ten minutes cleaning the vomit off his cock and helping it retreat back into his sheath. When Ivan finished turning and plugging my hole Cho went from barking to growling menacingly. It was a warm night and the exertion necessary to keep up with Ivan exhausted me. Once he popped out and moved away I allowed myself to fall flat on the blanket and sleep. My earliest class the following day was one PM, so I didn't worry about waking in time. I probably should have thought about forcing myself to cleanup and go to bed, but I didn't. There is one truck that pulls into the parking lot between the yard and the school that causes Cho to start barking wildly every day about ten-thirty, so when he woke me I had a good idea what time it was. I was still groggy from the night before, but neither Ivan nor Sean were, Sean was trying to find a way to get to my ass and Ivan was sitting with his swollen dick about an inch from my mouth. Although I have a high fence and no nearby neighbors, there is a good reason for me not to indulge myself with the dogs in the backyard in the mornings. I have been caught outside without my clothes a few times by frat boys trying to see what was behind the fence and by a group of professors that had taken to exer-cising on top of the engineering building. Being seen naked was not the best idea for a student hoping to become a professor, but being seen with the dogs or another guy would probably spell the end before there was a beginning. I tried to avoid Sean and Ivan, but they were insistant. As soon as I started raising myself up Sean was on my back and humping away. Ivan kept pushing his fully engorged dick at my face no matter how often I turned away. I've always enjoyed a morning tumble with the dogs and finally gave in. Before Sean was able to get his knot in me I grabbed it, I didn't want to be stuck out in the daylight tied to the guy. Milked dry he crawled off and let Ivan replace him. I was careful to do the same with the other hound and after about fifteen minutes headed into the house with two loads of dog cum dripping from my ass. After cleaning up I fed, watered and calmed the dogs. Classes were light and pleasant that day, so I spent about two hours in the library before I went home. I often get premonitions when matters are not to go the way I want, tests I'm about to do poorly on, confrontations I'm about to have and even people I might meet. Walking down the sidewalk towards the house I had one of the strongest premonitions of my life, something was about to happen that I wasn't going to like. Dreading what I might face I walked around the block where the house sat three times trying to get up enough courage to enter. On the outside nothing seemed different, but I knew that my life was altered when I put my foot on the first step. Feeling like I was dragging all the world behind me I trudged up the steps and opened the door. When I reached down to pick up the mail I saw a manila envelop that had no name, address or stamp. I set it apart from the rest of the mail and went out back to gather courage and comfort from Cho. Why, I don't know, but I caged the wolfhounds and released Cho to be by my side. He was not overly happy to see me, but at least he wasn't growling or nipping at my butt. Back in the house I puttered for a few minutes making certain there was water for Cho and a bottle of beer for me. I sat on the sofa in the living room and the Akita seemed surprised. Happy to be with me he lay down with his back against the sofa and stretched out his legs. I don't like anthropomorphizing dogs, but if I was asked I would say that I think he was trying to tempt me into rubbing his stomach and cock. Other than a bank statement the mail was innocuous, braced for something bad I opened the envelope that truly scared me. A sheaf of papers was inside. One by one I looked at the papers, they were poorly printed photographs of Sean and Ivan and I that showed every activity we had engaged in that morning. There was only one place the pictures could have been shot from, on top of the engineering building. I put down the first ten pages and realized that what I was holding wasn't a picture but a demand that I be prepared to meet my photographer later that evening. It was an amazingly short demand with the warning that what I had was not the only copy of the pictures but another copy was in a sealed envelope in his desk with my name on the outside. I wanted to turn Cho and the wolfhounds loose on him, but the warning was that if he wasn't capable of retrieving the pictures someone would open the envelope and I would thereafter be known around the university as the BITCH. After as many people as had seen me being fucked by strange dogs in Mexico I wasn't too worried about putting on a show for the anonymous photographer, but I was afraid that he would want to take more pictures and that they might end up in magazines or on the internet. I had always refused Rafa the chance to photograph me mounted by any of the dogs and I knew that both the 'Vitrina de Roma' and the farm had specific policies against photographs without the permission of all parties involved. But, now I had stumbled into someone's private fantasy world and had no idea what to expect. All the photos in the envelope were shot that morning, so I wasn't sure he hadn't stumbled over me that morning. But if he had, why did he have a powerful zoom lens and camera on top of that building that morning? I was getting the feeling that he had been stalking me. If he knew about me, who else that exercised or smoked on top of the building knew what I did? Was this the reason that I was being shipped out of the main campus? Were there stories circulating about me? All the dread I felt when I was being forced to suck dick in high school returned. Nearly comatose I slid to the floor and with my head on Cho's neck cried for at least half an hour.