Date: Sat, 17 Jun 2006 13:24:31 -0500 From: thomas jacobson Subject: jacking the dog - 2 This is crazy. I'm not supposed to be attracted to other guys. Dogs, I've come to grips with (sorry, bad pun). I seem to have the zoo gene. Yeah, call THAT normal. I'm early 30's, and on wife number 2. Got married too young out of college. Wife was a dream killer. Gained weight, and then changed her mind about having kids. So I cut her loose, and have been much, much happier ever since. Got married again, and until we have kids, we have dogs. Very OK with me. I'm a big dog type of guy, and everybody knows I'm good with them and a good trainer. But while I've been attracted to other guys, probably more so while growing up, I've never acted on it, and doubt that I ever will. I am even more attracted to women, and have fallen deeply for many of them. But I guess that doesn't stop the fantasies every now and then when the opportunity presents itself. Not horribly conflicted at all. I am happy where I am after all. But I guess I'm still young enough with plenty of hormones left that certain situations really turn me on. Here I am. Wife out of town for a wedding back home. So I get an invitation to go out to a friend's lakehouse for a weekend. Its a neat little community, with a great marina nearby that caters to a single and partying crowd, with live bands and plenty of drinking overlooking the water on weekends. Very cool place. I'm not planning on driving anywhere, so I really let down my guard and cut loose for a couple of days. Its Memorial Day weekend, so its a long one with the following Monday off as well. Its now Sunday afternoon, and after settling in with a couple of cold cerveza's, I actually get pleasantly stoned for the first time in years. I've now got front row seats for watching and listening to a great live bluesy band. And its that damn sax player that just catches my eye. I'm not looking to hook up with anyone, least of all a guy. Nobody knows (at least that I can think of) that I may have leanings this direction or not. I'm just enjoying the band. But here's this guy - a really attractive and cute guy that couldn't be more than 25 - with me the 30-something dude just checking him out. He's no bigger than I am, though maybe a bit leaner. 5'8" or 9", and a trim 165# at best. I'm in pretty decent shape for my age, but I guess that youth lets you hold on to that flat belly at bit easier than the work it takes me to hold on to mine. But its just everything coming together at once, I suppose. Jet black curly hair, a loose but trim fitting blue t-shirt, cargo shorts hugging pretty hairy tan legs, and tanned feet and sandals. Its that great smile that reels me in, though. He's really getting into his music, with that big sax draped over his shoulder, just patting his chest with one of his hands to the beat of the music while waiting to play again. I'm just in buzz heaven, pleasantly stoned and drunk at the same time, and really jamming to some good music. Is it just me, or is he actually catching my glances at him and smiling back while everybody's into the music? I don't know and couldn't really tell, as I was drifting occassionally off into fantasy land. I wasn't focused on his cock or crotch, but just on the whole package. He just looked so good just playing his music. God, I'm not supposed to be attracted to that, but I was. I wasn't thinking about him and his cock, but as he blew on that sax of his, I WAS thinking about him kneeling down in front of me, and as he smiled and I ran my fingers through that black curly hair, how he went down on MY raging cock. I don't know if I'm gay or not. I certainly could be, I suppose. I am clearing bi, I think, if I'm thinking this way. But I can love women. I have before, I do now, and I want kids. Sex to me is just fun, period. And it SHOULD be. If its a guy that turns you on rather than a girl, then so what? And vice versa. I've been safe, I've been careful, and I may never act on fantasies like this. It would have to be extraordinary circumstances that all came together for me to do something, I think. I came close only once, when a guy picked up on my attraction to him, and kind of hit on me, but I totally chickened out. I may never know what I'm missing, but I have enough other things that turn me on to not care. This was all only fueled more when, between sets, I got up to go out back in the woods to go take a pee. Here I was, drunk and pleasantly stoned, trying to take a piss with a semi-hard cock. And guess who was out there doing the same with the sound guy? My sax player was out there, talking and laughing it up with this big chunky monkey of a mixing board guy. I'm trying to get going and he comes and practically walks right up next to me and whips out his crank to do the same thing. I'm the one with stage fright, and he just smiles and pulls out a average, but thick, cock, pats me on the back, and asks me how I'm enjoying the show. Good God, what a set-up. Were it not for the 3rd guy who was there, I might have actually said something suggestive in my state, but I just wheeled around with my cock in my hand and said I was having a kick ass time, and was really enjoying watching him and his band. We smiled at each other and just chit-chatted away for a good 5 to 10 minutes during their break after we were done. Of course, this only fueled my now expanding fantasy of this guy. Now I knew what he was packing, but I still just kept thinking of him in front of me, kneeling and smiling as he looked up at me. He was fully erect, and it was pointing up towards us nicely, as he just took my raging hard on in his mouth, and just played on it as sexily and suggestively as he did the mouthpiece of his saxaphone, while he was gripping my hips with both hands, trying to pull me down to him. The ache in my balls was intense. I was building towards a big release. He gulped me down to the base of my cock, while gently massaging my nutsack. Then, right as I was about to blow, he took both of my balls in his mouth and started sucking on them hard, almost like he was trying to inhale them. I felt like he was trying to give them both a hicky, but the timing was so perfect as I must have shot 3 feet or more over his shoulder. He just smiled broadly, and then took nothing but the head of my cock back into his mouth as he sucked out the remaining drops of my cum as he panted faster and faster himself. When I started to catch my breathe, I looked down from the hottest blow job I had ever received, to watch him furiously beat his own crank to his own peak. It was all I could do to just hold that black curly hair in my hands as he came and shot all over my nutsack and now-softening cock, and then proceeded to lick up all his own cum off me as he smiled and finished his job. This incredible fantasy came to me as I got home the next morning, to find my temporary charge, Blue, eager to come greet me. That playful greeting, with eager eyes as he jumped up on me with a rock hard boner. He wanted nothing more than to be with me, and was bouncing all over the place as I let him in the house. I had my own thoughts and ideas, and as we went to the rec room I grabbed a bottle of baby oil and proceeded to pour a generous dollup in my right and left hands after I had stripped out of my shorts. He knew what was coming all right, and proceeded right to my now hardening cock and tightening balls and lap away. It was all I could do to just stagger back on sit on the edge of the sofa as he bounded up on my knees and lap. I immediately reached under to feel and massage his sheath, and was none too surprised to find an almost fully engorged cock and knot from his excitement. A few jacks on that knot of his and he immediately started hunching forward to mash these hips and cock of his into my well lubricated hand. His knot came out of the sheath almost instantly (a rarity sometimes) as he rapidly pumped and tried "tying" with my tight hand. This is just what is so cool with dogs, and in particular big dogs that can get big cocks. The sexual energy from just simple and brief manipulation is almost instanteous, and very hot to be right in the middle of. That cock of his is now growing on an almost daily basis, and is almost as big as my hard cock (I'm a bit above average, by most accounts). But its that knot that just sends everyone over the top, as they are the size of two small golf balls at the base of that big plug, and he's now just starting to shoot some clear pre-cum when I jack him. Its a high energy, but fairly brief 2 to 3 minute encounter as he just is pumping and pistoning that cock rapid fire into my well-lubed hand. But he's young, and as he's not actually tied to a bitch dog, gets tired quickly and hops off my knee and lap. Of course, as he immediately reaches around to start licking that now rock-hard cock of his, he leaves me to my now rock-hard cock, as I settle back into the sofa and start pumping away furiously on my cock. My head is now back and I've got my eyes closed as I quickly move to my own peak. And before I know it, as I'm getting closer and closer, I've gotten his attention again. He jumps back up between my legs again and starts lapping away at my shaft and balls as I'm furiously jacking my own dick, and that tongue of his on my ultra-sensative cock head sends me over the top in no time at all. And he is right there at the tip of my head, just lapping and licking me into a frenzy, as if he's drinking out of a water fountain. I spurt and spurt and spurt, as I clench my eyes tightly and moan loudly. The sensation is intense, and is so spontaneous from the unpredictable actions of this great dog who is so into me that even my wife would be jealous. But she doesn't have to worry about my straying. I have my fantasies, and every once in awhile, I've got a dog like Blue. And that's pretty good for me. If you dug this story, write and tell me. We all dig the feedback if it got you hot. - Thomas