Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2005 01:09:41 -0400
From: k9curious@yahoo.com
Subject: Mastiff for Sale

This story is a work of fiction inspired by a real life experience.  I wish
it wasn't fiction, but a man can dream.


As a 12 year old, I had the run-of-the-mill experiences with dogs that any
good young zoo could have.  The neighborhood great danes thought I was a
wonderful humping post, which was fabulous fodder for my fantasies.
Unfortunately, I never had enough privacy and knowledge to do more than
that.

Fast forward to last week.  I'm now almost 43, and I've had a jones to be
with a dog no matter what it takes.  I live in a condo that does not allow
dogs, so buying one is not an option.  The humane society fixes all of their
dogs, so that too is not an option.  I don't know anyone with a dog where I
could get quality time alone with him to play the games I want to play.
Needless to say, there is a reason that there is an almost thirty year gap
in when I first started to play and now.

I finally got the idea to look in the ads to see if there was a dog I could
spend time with without owning him.  The advertisement I found read
perfectly:  Mastiff - AKC male.  200+ pounds.  Fawn.  Fixed.  I saw that
last word with regret, and still called the ad's phone number.  As it turns
out, it was a breeder that had one male and several females.  He found out
too late that the dog was sterile, so he had it vasectomized.  It still had
testicles, however, much to my joy.  He paid $1,200.00, and was asking
$500.00.  I explained that I had two teenage boys, which was a boldfaced
lie, and wanted a dog that would wrestle with them.  He said he had a 13
year old and a 14 year old and that the dog loved to wrestle with them
whenever he could get the chance.  I warned him that my sweetie had the van,
and that I'd be coming out in my two seat car (I only own the two seater),
so not to panic or to expect me to take the dog today.  If I was interested,
I would approach my sweetie and get permission, and we'd go forward from
there.

It was a 90-minute drive to their trailer.  His wife was in front doing
gardening.  He was in the trailer.  She got him, and they both greeted me
warmly.  I was brought into the house, and met their much younger children
(3 and 4), as their teenagers weren't home.  They brought the dog in from
outside, and told me that he was a little damp because they had just
shampooed him.  He was huge.  They started telling me about him, and I just
started petting him, to get him comfortable with me.  He was loving my hands
massaging him, and he was trying to climb up onto me and get frisky.

I said "he seems like he likes to play a lot."  The man said "he sure does,
and he seems to like you too."  I then asked if I could wrestle with him, to
see if my "boys" would be able to have fun, and was told to go for it.  I
started wrestling, and he started in what I assume was his mating ritual.
The closer I got my body to the floor, the more he was trying to grab me
with his paws and position me so he could have me.  The more I stood up, the
better I could control him and get him to calm down.

Then, I finally laid down all the way on the floor to see what he would do.
He launched into a licking frenzy on my face.  Of course, I had my eyes
closed for this and had my mouth tightly closed too.  I felt him give my
entire face a bath at hyper speed.  Nicely, I didn't smell doggie breath.
His owner said "man, you're more trusting than I am--I wouldn't let him go
at me that much."  I responded "I want to see if he's safe, and I don't feel
threatened."

I got up and started to engage him more, instead of just being passive.
However, by this time he knew he wanted to make my his bitch, and he wasn't
going to be deterred if he had a chance.  Every action he took was in order
to get either my head or my ass in position to fuck me, and he didn't care
which.  In front of his owners, he finally managed to get a good wrap around
my waist, and started humping me in earnest.  Being in front of his owners,
I had to pull his paws from around my waist and stand up.  Embarrassed, the
man said "I guess he really likes you, cause instead of wrestling with you
he tried to mount you."  We all laughed about that.

I then got the bright idea to say "look, I don't know how he's going to
behave if you're not in the room.  Would it be acceptable for me to take him
into another room to see just how rambunctious he'll get, and I'll yell out
if I get into any trouble"?  They said no, but that I could wrestle in the
living room (because there was more room), but that they would go to the
kitchen.  I wasn't going to say no.

The dog took up immediately where he left off.  This time, however, I felt
freer to do stuff.  When I let him lick my face, this time I kept my eyes
open.  I got to see just how massive his head was, and he covered me with
licks.  He was going so fast and with such pressure that I found this to be
sexually stimulating.  I did feel teeth, but never biting into me.  Rather,
he was just so horned up and trying to get me there that he had extreme
enthusiasm.  He had me horned up too.

As I moved around, he grabbed me and tried to face fuck me.  I let him for a
bit, and his cock immediately hit the back of my throat.  He may have been
vasectomized, but he still had precum and it tasted wet and a bit salty, but
not much else.  After about 15 seconds of this I pulled my head back to
look, and saw the wife at the kitchen sink.  Had she turned around, I would
have been caught.  I still don't know if I was.

I moved the dog to a place where I was less likely to be seen if someone did
come around the corner, but it still did not provide me with much privacy.
From that position in their house, I let the mastiff try to fuck me (I still
had on my shorts), and could feel his dick hitting my ass.  I just didn't
feel safe to pull down my shorts.  I let him wrestle me down a few more
times, and I did let him face fuck me again for a wee bit.

During this whole process I did stop him by standing up a few times, so I
could have some accountability with my reason and his owners.  Realizing
that my safe play time was done, I went into the kitchen to tell them that I
had figured out that as long as I stood up, the dog would stop, and that
this was good enough for me.  Having seen the shocked look on their faces, I
wonder if they did see me sucking off their dog.

I then asked for permission to walk the dog to the park that was nearby
(where I was going to play some more).  They told me there was no park.
Apparently, I had misunderstood.  I took the dog for a walk anyway, and came
back.  I let them know that I liked their dog, and that if I didn't respond
by evening that meant that my sweetie had vetoed the deal.

I know I could have taken the dog for a longer walk to someplace safe to
play.  I could have asked to see the dog's kennel, and known how to get to
and through that.  I could have found an owner.  None of this happened.  I
could have put down a deposit, rented a vehcle, and taken the dog to a
hotel room.  These are a few of the lessons learned for next time.

If you liked this story, and/or you know someone who can let me have alone
unclothed time with a large horny male dog, please write to me at
k9curious@yahoo.com