Date: Sun, 07 Feb 1999 10:01:16 PST
From: jerry crispin <jerrycrisp@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two Boys and a Dog -- Ch. 2

"Two Boys and a Dog -- Ch. 2"  (m/m, m/t, bestiality)
by Jerry Crispin  (jerrycrisp@hotmail.com)

[From Chapter 1:
Jerry -- 19-year-old lover of Davie and Max
Davie -- 19-year-old lover of Jerry and Max
Max -- 2-year-old Black Lab, lover of Jerry and Davie
Davie met Rob, another dog lover, online. Rob has invited them to 
visit his kennel.]

"So what happened to the rest of South Second Street?" I asked Davie 
as we came to a "T" in the road. He looked puzzled and turned the 
windshield wipers on. The wipers where in desperate need of replacing 
and just smeared the glass rather than improving visibility.

"I don't know," he said, rubbing the fogged windshield with the 
sleeve of his jacket. "I think if we just go around this junk yard, 
South Second will continue on the other side. The kennel should be 
another two blocks."

It was after 6:00 and all the businesses in this part of town were 
closed. It was mostly auto wreaking yards, scrap metal dealers, a few 
auto shops, and fences with who-knows-what behind them. There were no 
other cars on the road. The only cars we saw were the occasional 
abandoned junkers.

"I can't believe you don't have a city map in the car, and I can't 
believe you haven't replaced those wipers."

"Let's not get started," Davie said in measured tones as he turned 
and gave me `the look.' I knew enough to back off.

We were now on a street that was more potholes than pavement. The 
drizzle had changed to a light mist and Davie turned the wipers to 
intermittent. It was dusk and the few streetlights there were, came 
on. The rainbow colors of oil on the asphalt and puddles showed in 
the headlights and streetlights. Davie turned the corner and we could 
see the sign for South Second up ahead.

"You haven't told me about what kind of kennel this guy Rob has. Does 
he rent out studs to guys that want to `do dog?'"

"I don't know about that, but if so, maybe we could surprise Max on 
his birthday with a big, butch Shepherd or something," Davie said as 
he rolled down the window to see the addresses better. "Wouldn't you 
love seeing Max get it on with another male dog? There's no doubt in 
my mind that Max is gay and just as big a cock-hound as we are." 

"And you know Max is very generous. He'd gladly share any doggie-
friends with his two daddies," I said as I adjusted my growing cock. 
"There, that's better," I muttered under my breath.

Davie glanced down at my lap. "Talk about `cock-hound!' Just mention 
`dog' and you pop a boner."

"Keep your eyes on the road!"  I said as I playfully punched his arm 
and then gave my needy cock a quick rub.

"Here we are," Davie said as he pulled the car up to a locked chain-
link gate about 2 car-widths wide. He honked the horn.

"Ron said to pull up to the gate, honk and wait for him."

A huge, black German Shepherd flung himself onto the gate from the 
inside and barked ferociously, bearing long, white teeth that shined 
in the light of the headlights.

"I'll tell you one thing right now," I said, "I'm not taking my dick 
out of my pants anywhere near that dog! He'd tear it off like it was 
a Polish sausage."

"Ben!" Rob snapped in a firm voice as he approached the gate holding 
an over-sized key-ring. The dog immediately stopped barking and 
started wagging his tail, eyes fixed on his master. Rob unlocked the 
gate, pulled it open, and motioned Davie to drive in.

Rob was tall, maybe 6'2", and lean, with reddish-brown hair. It was 
impossible to guess his age; somewhere between 35 and 45 I'd say. He 
was wearing snug, worn Levi's and a brown leather jacket and had the 
look of a man who had worked hard all his life, most of that being 
outdoors; his face was a little weather-beaten. Oh, another physical 
characteristic: running down the inside of his leg was an obscenely 
large bulge. Fuck. It looked like he had a trout in his pants.

The tires made a crunching sound on the muddy gravel as we slowly 
pulled up and  parked in front of the "office" which was a medium-
sized trailer. Rob lead us up the steps. Of course, I checked out his 
butt and then looked over to Davie who said "ride `em..." under his 
breath. This was our secret code for "cowboy ass," meaning, flat. Not 
my favorite.

The interior of the office was gawd-awful: cheap, fake wood paneling, 
orange shag carpeting, a swag lamp, acoustical tile ceiling, and 
filing cabinets and boxes everywhere. Oh, and what looked like the 
entire collection of those prints of dogs playing cards in cheap, 
guilt frames lined the walls.

We both introduced ourselves and shook hands.

Rob sat behind the big, cluttered desk and we sat in the two 
uncomfortable chairs facing him. For a moment it felt as though he 
was the used car salesman about to talk us into a deal and Davie and 
I were the naive couple in the market for a cheap car.

Rob slouched down in the chair, extended his legs straight out and 
interlocked his fingers, stretching them across his flat tummy. I 
assumed that he chose this posture because sitting upright would have 
caused a major bend in that monster he had in his pants.

"Pretty boys," Rob muttered with a slight edge in his voice.

"What?" Davie asked.

"Oh, nothin'. It's just that I wasn't expectin' you guys to be so... 
young." 

"I think someone wants in," I said, trying to change the subject. I 
could hear whining and scratching at the front door.

"Why don't you turn around, Jerry, and open it. My boys are curious 
to meet ya."

As I opened the front door, three dogs came bounding in: a Golden 
Lab, a red Setter and a Dalmatian. I felt much more comfortable as I 
watched Rob greet his "boys" with full-mouthed licking and kissing. 
The Lab jumped up onto Rob then the Setter began to push his nose 
into the bulge running down his thigh. After greeting Rob, the 
Dalmatian ran around to our side of the desk and shoved his muzzle 
hard into Davie's lap.

Having the dogs there made Davie and me feel much more at ease as we 
played with them like they were our own. By the way they were licking 
our crotches, it was clear that they knew there was something tasty 
hidden under the denim.

"So, Rob, what kind of facility is this?" Davie asked, trying to be 
sociable.

"Well, there are usually 20 to 30 dogs here at a time. Some are being 
boarded; short- and long-term. Also, I have a contract with the 
County, so I handle any overflow from the County Pound. I do some 
specialized trainin' here too. There's a network of dog lovers and I 
have a reputation for bein' a good trainer. Oh, and I keep my own six 
dogs here as well. You just met three of `em.

"Well, these three boys are real cuties," I said as I aggressively 
scratched the Lab's ears while he pushed his snout hard into my 
crotch. I raised my leg slightly because I could tell he wanted to 
get his nose and mouth closer to my ass. Of course all this canine 
attention had given me a major hard-on.

"I hope you guys can stick around awhile and put in some time with my 
pups. I can tell they're real anxious to get better acquainted, and 
the other three are just as friendly," Rob said with a sly grin on 
his face.

"We were hoping for that," Davie said as he rubbed the Dalmatian's 
underside and winked in my direction.

"Rob. Do you live nearby? Do you have employees? I asked.

"I live in a trailer at the end of the lot here, behind the pens," 
Rob motioned the direction with his head.

"Next door is a used hubcap yard. The old geezer who runs it lives 
there in a trailer with his 15-year-old grandson who works for me. 
He's like my right hand. The boy cleans the pens and dog runs; bathes 
the dogs and pretty much does any of the shit work that needs doin'. 
And I mean that literally. I'm also tryin' to break him in as a 
trainer." As Rob talked, the entire length of his sizable bulge was 
getting wetted by the long tongue of the Setter. I couldn't take my 
eyes off it.

"Wolfer is the boy's name. I don't know if that's his real name or 
just what he calls himself, but he either thinks he's a dog or wants 
to be a dog. He even wears a collar! I  actually caught him on all 
fours eatin' dog chow outta the bowl!" At this, Rob threw his head 
back and let out a howl. All three dogs turned and gave him their 
full attention.

"His grandpa's pretty mean to him sometimes so he spends a lot a 
nights over here sleepin' in the pens to get away from him. I told 
him he's welcome to sleep in the trailer with me and the boys and 
sometimes he does, but I think he prefers socializin' with those pups 
from the Pound. A lot a them have been abused like him, so I think 
that's why he likes given' `em a little love and affection, if you 
know what I mean."

"Wow," said Davie. "when I was young I thought I was the only guy who 
ever messed around with dogs. Then I met Davie, and now there's you 
and Wolfer and you said there's a whole `network' of dog-lovers. I'm 
totally blown-away!"

"For every guy out there who does it, there's 20 who think about it 
and would do it if they had the chance. I do my part, I guess, by 
training as many dogs as I can," Rob said.

"I hope you boys don't mind, but River here is pesterin' the heck out 
a me to get at my cock. I'd hate to have him start whimperin' for it 
in front a guests. When I'm alone I usually have it hangin' out 
anyway, so that's what they're used to." With that, Rob pulled his 
zipper down, reached in with his fist and pulled out the biggest, 
semi-hard cock I'd ever seen. Twelve inches, I'd guess. River, the 
Setter, began sniffing and licking and wagging his tail so hard I was 
afraid he was going to knock himself over.

"Mind if we do the same?" I said as I pulled my zipper down. Davie 
already had his fat cock in hand, offering it to the dog, which 
eagerly accepted it. "What's the Lab's name?"

"Mr. Gold," said Rob, "and the other one, the Dalmatian, is Cubber."

By now Rob had a big smile on his face as his monster was getting 
expert service from River. "Your Max is one lucky pooch," Rob said, 
"to have those two nice lookin' dicks to lick everyday!"

Davie and I both thanked him for the compliment, but my hard cock had 
never looked so small to me before with Rob's horse dick there to 
compare it to.

"I'm sure you're tired of hearing it, but that cock of yours is 
fuckin' awesome!" I said to Rob.

"Yep, it's big all right. It's a lot a fun, of course, but there are 
times when it really gets in the way," Rob said as he wrapped his 
fist around the base and waved it at us.

Davie had slipped his pants down a little in back and put his legs up 
on the arms of the chair so Cubber, the Dalmatian, could push his 
snout into the small part of Davie's ass crack that was exposed. I 
knew what was on my boyfriend's mind!

"Let's not get too carried away just yet. We got plenty a time to 
play tonight," Rob said as he stood up, with cock swinging. "I want 
to give you a tour of the kennel first. I'm sure Wolfer's there so 
you can meet him too."

As Rob got up and came around the desk, I watched to see if he would 
put his cock back into his pants. I wanted to be sure to be a good 
guest and follow the host's lead. I was glad to see him go out the 
front door with cock flopping back and forth as he walked. I gave 
Davie a look and smiled as we followed behind, touching the furry 
heads of our new companions.

We followed Rob around the end of the trailer and he opened the 
double-doors to the kennel. We flanked him and he put his arms around 
each of our shoulders. I must admit, this was a real turn-on. I never 
gave older men much thought until then, but there was just something 
about this man, who was old enough to be my father, that got all my 
juices flowing.

"You boys stay out here. You can come in and play later," Rob said to 
the three dogs as we pushed through the doors. They froze in their 
tracks, tails wagging. I swear, they understood every word he said!

When Rob flicked the lights on, I could see a hallway, lined with 
roomy cages. The lighting was dim, the floor was well-worn, and the 
overall look was shabby, but at the same time, the space looked and 
smelled clean. As we entered, I suddenly had the feeling that Davie 
and I were kids starting our first day of school and Daddy, with hand 
on our shoulders, was dropping us off for a new adventure.

Some cages were empty but the dogs that were there jumped to their 
feet, wagged their tails and a few barked when they recognized Rob. 
Rob acknowledged each dog as we slowly walked down the isle. With 
some, he put his mouth up to the wire bars for doggie-licks, with 
others he pushed his cock through the bars for frantic licking and 
whimpering. He talked to most by name and spoke in a very tender way.

There was even a beautiful Black Lab he called Shadow that actually 
turned around, pushing his ass hard against the bars, hoping for some 
anal attention.

As we continued to walk, all three of us, by this time, had our 
rockhard cocks projecting out of our pants. Rob put his arms back 
over our shoulders.

"You boys in the mood to play with some dogs!" Rob asked.

"No," I said. "We always walk through a kennel with our hard-ons 
sticking out!"

I thought Rob was going to split a gut, he laughed so hard. 

"You got me there, Jerry!  Rob said. "Well, tonight I think we'll see 
if my six boys are in the mood to have some fun. The three you 
haven't met yet are in the room up ahead: two Great Danes, Blackstone 
and Earl; and Ben, a German Shepherd." 

As we reached the end of the hallway we turned into a small room. 
There we saw two mattress pushed together on the floor. On one was 
lying a naked boy wearing a black dog collar, sleeping on his side, 
sandwiched between Blackstone and Earl. The two dogs looked identical 
to me. Both were awesomely beautiful Great Danes. The boy's face was 
buried in the neck of the one he was holding while the head of the 
other rested on the boy's thin arm. And then there was Ben, the black 
German Shepherd that gave us such a warm welcome when we arrived, 
resting his head on the boy's feet.

"I'm afraid of that one," I said to Rob in a low voice as I wrapped 
my arm around his waist, pointing to the German Shepherd with my foot.

"Gentle Ben? He's the biggest sweetheart of the bunch. He loves 
spendin' hours just cuddling and kissing. You'll see. Oh, he also 
loves gettin' his ass plowed."

"So that's Wolfer?" Davie whispered.

"That's him all right," Rob said as he stepped up and nudged Wolfer 
on his naked ass cheek with the toe of his boot. Wolfer stirred and 
lifted his head sleepily.

"Hey, get up. Our company is here."

The boy raised himself up then turned to face us, kneeling on all 
fours. He was thin and pale with shoulder-length, mousy-brown hair. 
He had a long nose, bright, brown eyes and a little, pretty, uncut 
penis hanging out of a scant patch of brown hair. Though it was soft 
and small, his cock was quite thick. He was not handsome, but he was 
not ugly. He looked a little warily at us, but by the way he cocked 
his head, I could tell he was curious.

"Hold your hand out to him. He wants to sniff you," Rob said to us.

Davie and I held the backs of our hands out and Wolfer rubbed them 
with his nose and then a pretty, pink tongue appeared and cautiously 
began licking. A quick tingle shot up my arm and down my back. I 
liked this!

"Wolfer. This is Davie and Jerry. They like to play with their dog, 
Max. I think they want to play with our dogs. Do you want to play 
too? Have you been a good puppy?"

In answer to both questions, Wolfer let his pretty, pink tongue hang 
out of his mouth while he panted and shook his little ass from side 
to side. I bet he would have given anything to have a tail!

"I think you know what the rule is," Rob said in a serious voice. 
With this, Wolfer stopped panting and shaking his butt. "The rule is, 
after our doggie games, you'll talk to us and be a young man. 
Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Wolfer said in a very teenage voice.

"I think there's room for all of us on the mattresses," Rob said as 
he turned to Davie and me. "Let's get naked and get some dog!" Rob 
said as he started unbuttoning his shirt. 

By now, all three dogs were awake and on their feet, not wanting to 
miss out on any of the fun. In no time, my clothes were off and I had 
one of the Danes licking my hard cock with his long tongue. Wolfer 
had his head down under the same dog, and from the sound of it, he 
had a mouthful of juicy dog-dick. The other beautiful Dane already 
had his front paws around Wolfer's skinny frame and was trying to 
find his asshole with his growing cock. I looked over and my lover 
was naked, on his hands and knees with Rob holding him by the head, 
forcing his massive cock into his mouth. At the same time, the black 
Shepherd was trying to penetrate Davie's ass with his oversized wet 
tongue.

Then Rob let out one of those loud, shrill whistles that only a man 
knows how to do. Immediately, I could hear doggie-nails pushing open 
the double-doors at the end of the hallway and then the clatter of 
three running dogs heading in our direction.

"My boys don't like feelin' left out, so make sure they get some 
fun," Rob said.

"Don't worry," said Davie stroking his cock, "I'll give Cubber all 
the fun he can handle."

Cubber, the Dalmatian came bounding into the room and went right to 
his buddy Davie's swollen and leaking dick. Davie was able to reach 
Cubber's half-exposed cock for a little manual play. Rob had already 
forced a good two-thirds of his cock down Davie's throat. River, the 
Setter began licking his Master's cock and Davie's mouth at the same 
time, while Ben was trying his best to violate Davie's butthole with 
his tongue. I knew by lover was in heaven: two dogs and one hung stud 
all at once!

My buddy, Mr. Gold, the Lab, made a bee-line right for me. While the 
Dane licked my dick, Mr. Gold pushed his nose and flicking tongue 
hard and deep into my crack. I helped him out by spreading my cheeks 
as far as a could. I was transfixed, though, by what was happening in 
front of me: The huge Dane had successfully mounted Wolfer and was 
mercilessly ramming his little white ass with the biggest dog cock I 
had ever seen in my life! How could such a small body take that much 
abuse... thrust after thrust after thrust.

While the Dane pumped Wolfer's upturned ass, the boy had his head 
pressed against the mattress. His face was flushed and he was clearly 
having trouble breathing. It looked as though he was on the verge of 
passing out. I could see now that the Dane had his huge knot inside 
the boy's rectum so they were tied for who-knows-how-long. I could 
tell that the Dane was starting to pump his dog-sperm deep into the 
boy's bowels. With each of the dog's hard jabs, I could see Wolfer's 
short and fat, uncut cock bounce. A long string of clear pre-cum 
extended from his semi-exposed cockhead to the mattress.

I reached behind me and grabbed the loose skin of Mr. Gold's neck and 
pulled him off my ass and around to my cock. The Dane continued 
licking and didn't seem to mind sharing my leaking cock with Mr. 
Gold. Finally one of my fantasies had come true: two dog tongues 
working my dick at once.

I could see that Ben was now probing Davie's ass with more than just 
his tongue. Davie was getting dicked from both ends! Rob was fucking 
my lover's face with a passion while the handsome black German 
Shepherd had mounted him and was prodding him hard and deep.

"Fuck yeah!" Rob cried out as he threw his head back, pulling Davie's 
head into his cock. "Take my load!" Thick strings of cum poured out 
the corners of Davie's mouth as he gagged on the creamy explosion 
taking place in his mouth.

Hearing that was probably what pushed Wolfer over the edge. I watched 
as his pretty little penis shot four volleys of sperm hard into the 
mattress. By the expression on his face, I think he was delirious. 
The Dane had stopped pumping but was still tied to Wolfer who had 
collapsed and was now flat on his tummy.

Both of the dogs on my dick could tell that I was about to shoot and 
moved their attention to my cockhead. Those long, broad tongues 
worked the sensitive head until they got their reward! I cried out 
and wrapped my arms around their thick, furry necks as they lapped up 
every drop of jizz that was pumping out of my cock. After they licked 
their last drop, I collapsed onto the mattress.

I guess I must have dozed off because I opened my eyes and all of us 
were in a pile... fur, arms, tails, legs, paws, cocks and balls... I 
never felt so relaxed and contented in my life.

"Are you there baby?" I said in a soft voice, eyes closed.

"I'm here," Davie answered.

"You doing OK?"

"Oh, yeah. I've got Rob's cock in one hand and some dog's cock in the 
other," Davie answered in a dreamy voice.

"There's just one problem," I said.

"I know what it is: It's Max."

"That's right. I miss him and want him here!" I said. "We should 
really go before it gets too late, but I don't want to move. I have 
my hand on a very nice ass. It must be Wolfer's."

"Your hand feel good there," Wolfer said. "You both must love Max a 
lot."

"Oh we do. Normal people would never understand the special love we 
share, but I know you do," Davie said.

"Uh huh," Wolfer said. "Me and Dad too... er, I mean Rob. He gets mad 
when I call him Dad, but I want him to be my Dad. He's trying to get 
the court to take me away from my grampa because he hurts me bad. Rob 
wants to adopt me. He's so good to me. We both love dogs and we both 
love each other so much."

I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes as I reached out 
for Davie's hand and Wolfer's hand. If people could just love each 
other and their animals more instead of hurting one another.

I must have drifted off again because I woke up to the sound of 
sucking. I lifted myself up to see Rob bobbing his head up and down 
on the massive red cock of the beast that had screwed his son-to-be, 
Wolfer.

Rob caught my eye and winked, "There ain't nothin' like a Dane!"

{Six months later...]

Rob and Max and I were lying on the rug in front of the fire, 
intertwined, in a post-sex glow.

"I'm so happy that Rob is finally Wolfer's legal guardian," I said as 
I gave Davie a kiss on the neck. "But there's one thing that really 
surprised me."

"What's that?"

"Remember when your court reporter friend said that Judge Jenkins, 
who heard Rob's custody case, was the toughest Judge around when it 
came to unrelated, single men wanting to adopt teenage boys? Why do 
you think he granted Rob custody?"

I looked at Davie, who had a big smile on his face.

"Remember the first time Rob took us through the kennel and there was 
a Black Lab named Shadow who was pushing his ass against the bars 
wanting some of Rob's attention?"

"Yeah, I remember," I said.

"Well, Shadow is Judge Jenkins partner!"