Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 13:46:15 -0800 (PST) From: zoltan z Subject: Joggin' Last summer - during the hottest, most humid weather all summer - I did one of the hottest and most foolish things I have ever done. I'm not likely to do it again, but it was so exciting while it was happening. I swam in High School and College, but now there isn't so much opportunity to swim, so I jog alot. Even when it was hot, I would jog - though not very fast. It felt good to run under the trees wearing almost nothing at all and sweating. My BF and I live out in a new development that is well outside the nearby city. Its pretty fully developed, but there is a lot of open land around that is still farm land. There are also a few small strip malls that have gone in but that aren't open, or at least not fully open, yet. While I run I am often aware of dogs running past - which can sometimes get my juices flowing. Mostly its hot guys, as I am mostly gay, but occasionally its doggy dudes. I started to see one dog that would come along side and run with me for a mile or so before breaking off. He looked sort of like he was a Great Bernese Mountain dog - or at least part. Very, very friendly. Had a flea collar, but it didn't have a name, so I only know him as Hey Boy. And, he was intact. Capable of breeding. I don't suppose that his owners ever envisioned breeding him to a 24 year old human, but..... I would run in a loop - and the turning point was one of those malls that was more or less complete, but had no open stores accept a Chinese restaurant. When it opens it will have a Super-market, Drug store, etc. The signs are there, but not the customers yet, so nothing is going on. I was getting hornier and hornier for Hey Boy. He is a doggy dude to remember. I would stop and pet him, rub his back and tummy. But you can't just blow a guy beside the road. I was forming a plan, though. One that scared me. I would try to lure him back to my house. I started bringing doggy treats. He accepted them and would accompany me for greater distances every day - but only away from my house. When I went toward the mall-to-be he would jog alongside, but when I went towards home he would eventually veer off. No amount of coaxing to get him to go farther seemed to be working. I was getting VERY frustrated. I, meanwhile, was becoming a victim of my hormones. I want Hey Boy, and I want him bad. I was really wanting to put out for him. Finally, after much coaxing and a lot of treats, he was running with me to the mall, around the parking lot to the back - with its vista of undeveloped fields and abandoned barns - back along the road towards where I would first see him, then veer off. One day while I was getting ready to run I just went over the edge. I knew that there was a collection of large dumpsters on wheels at the back of the mall that were rolled into a kind of circle - like covered wagons in the old west. That suggested a way to let Hey Boy have at me till he was satisfied. My new plan was even scarier than the old one, and way more foolish. I dressed for action. Only a pair of shorts and a hoodie with a pocket - for some lube. Not because I thought to be sexy for Hey Boy. My experience with my dog Kobe taught me that my broad shoulders, narrow waist, flat tummy, long legs and bubble butt - attributes that gay men seem to like pretty well - mean nothing to a dog. Neither does sexy dressing. What works is technical skill in the coupling. No, this was easy off day at the races. My shorts could be whipped off quick as I needed them to be. They were loose to hide my bone and to give me some breeze up my legs. I was trembling with a combination of horniness, fear, lust, and determination. I opened the door - a solid wall of heat. I started sweating immediately. "I'm not gonna need any lube at this rate - I'll be so sweaty that he can slide right in" I think as I start down the driveway towards Hey Boy's highway. I jog off down the road. Not many cars pass me. I get to Hey Boy's area of the road. He is nowhere to be seen. I jog back and forth for a few minutes, but I am not so lust crazed that I fail to realize I am looking like a fool. I jog to the mall and back - no Hey Boy this time either. And he's not there the next day. But third time is the charm. He comes running up. "Hey boy, this may be your lucky day. If my nerve holds you are gonna get your first piece of human ass." We jog toward the mall. I go slow, because I don't want him to be too tired to get it up. Are dogs like this? I don't know, but I am taking no chances. We get to the mall - there are a couple of cars in front of the Chinese Restaurant, but none at all by the the future supermarket - where the dumpsters are. We jog slowly around back - no cars by the Super but again, two by the Chinese place. I scan the horizon carefully for a moment - no one seems to be looking or even being around to see - then duck into the circle of dumpsters - they are unused so its not smelly. My shorts come off immediately and I reach into the pocket of my hoodie for the lube. I stick out my ass, lube generously and head to the back - where I can't be seen - while I am walking I duck down because I am tall and I can see over the dumpsters - so others can see me. I am in an alcove of the building screened by the dumpsters. "hey boy, come on over". He pants for a moment, then ambles over. I take the water bottle I brought and empty it over him a bit. He likes this. I start stroking him, rubbing him, and talking to him. He wags his tail. "come on boy, lick my dick". As I am leaking and so probably smelling pretty interesting this is an easy sell. He doesn't need urging. He does. It feels really, really good. He licks and strokes and my dick is throbbing and jerking around. I sit down, lean back against the dumpster, spread my legs and just enjoy. My head wags back and forth. I start slowly exploring his underbelly, reaching toward his package. I brush his balls. He jerks a little bit. Growls a little bit. I am disappointed - maybe this won't work. But I try again in a couple of minutes. Once more the third time is the charm. He doesn't buck away. I slowly start rubbing them - very gently. He spreads his legs abit. I keep doing this, getting more and more nervous by the moment. I have passed the turn back point - my lust is so great that I don't think I can stop, but its taking too long. Not what I had planned. Finally he starts to emerge from his sheath. I rub my finger over it. It gets a bit bigger. I know what to do next. Slowly and carefully I get down on my knees, put my head under him and take it into my mouth. I start slicking with my tongue and sucking a bit. Back off, then get as far down as I can. I bob my head as vigorously as I can. He is getting bigger and bigger. My mouth is filling up. I get off his dick for a second. I take a swig of the remaining water to wet my mouth, which isn't actually dry, I think, but feels dry from fear. Back under I go. He is fully erect and I am slurping on it enthusiastically. I hope no one is coming or is near by, because I am making wet, sloppy sounds that I don't normally make. I am also gagging a lot as it goes further and further down into me and my throat. Suddenly I hear a car coming round the corner. I with draw my head, freeze and try to locate my shorts. Damm - where did I toss them? My heart is pounding so fast I think I am going to faint. We are in the shade, but it is still so, so hot. And my shorts are at least 10 ft. away. But it just drives by and goes back around front. I can't help myself and go back down on Hey Boy. Then I use the trick I have learned with Kobe. I get up front of Hey Boy, with my legs drawn up in a jacknife, then unfold them. My ass is in "take me now" position. Ready for my fucking, doggy dude. I carefully push it up into the appropriate area and gingerly take hold of his dick. I guide it toward my ass and poke the head into my sphincter. He fucks me vigorously for a few minutes, then pulls out. This isn't supposed to happen. But I improvise. I go back down on him, sucking as well as I can and squeezing the base of his cock. Suddenly he erupts in my mouth. I take a few blasts, then back off and start taking a face full. Soon I am dripping with more than sweat. My face, chest, legs, hair, everything is being sprayed. I erupt too. I am shaking with the strength of it. I am shaking even when its over. When its done I sit down on my ass. Pavement is hot and my ass is feeling like its gonna sizzle soon. Must have been really hot earlier and when I was on all fours, but I was way too far gone to notice. Eventually my strength returns and I kinda crawl over to the entrance, locate my shorts and slip them on. I listen carefully for cars or people. Nothing for awhile. I listen some more. Then some more. I cautiously emerge and Hey Boy follows. I am covered with cum, but I am still being too foolish to do much that is sensible. I mean, my shorts are on and all, but my face must be glistening and there are streaks on my chest, legs and abs that I can see. One of the ridges of my abs has alot collected and looks gooey. I run my finger through the goo and taste. Definitely not sweat. I decide to take off the hoodie, which is causing me to bake. Tuck it in the band of my shorts. I jog off home with HB following. We pass some people coming out of the Chinese, but they probably just think all the glisten is sweat. Anyway they don't seem scandalized. I really hope they don't realize that I just put out for the dog that is jogging beside me and that I owe the glisten to him. HB peels off at his normal spot when we get there. I have been going jogging regularly, but never again done it with HB. Once I came fully to my senses I was practically nauseous with the risk I had run, so I didn't do any more for several weeks. By then the supermarket and other stores were open. So its the end of the affair. Still Hey Boy was good sex. And doing it outside was way cool. The breezes on my ass and legs while I was getting humped were great. But I don't want to be that foolish again.