Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 07:18:28 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big Boy's Tools 9

Doggy Style

	There's almost nothing I enjoy more than walking my dog Nigel in
the park everyday when I get home from work.  Nigel's a cuddly teddy bear
of a Chow, Husky mix, and is a gorgeous creature.  He always attracts a lot
of attention.  There is a great little pocket park two blocks from my
apartment, and several people walk their dogs there at the same time Nigel
and I are visiting every little bush and tree.
	Something happened a few weeks ago that has turned my routine
around, and given me new respect for dogs in general.  Their intuition is
right on target, and I believe this story proves dogs can understand our
needs maybe better than we do ourselves.
	Nigel and I arrived in the park a little before six in the evening.
My day at the office had been horrendous, and I was feeling particularly
sorry for myself, and horny as hell, since I hadn't had anything but self
inflicted hand jobs since Greg, my Ex decided he didn't like living with a
dog in the house.  The ultimatum, was either Nigel goes or he did.  I
didn't even have to think for a second.  I helped him pack.
	We met the usual dog walkers that nodded their heads in
acknowledgment that we existed, but no one spoke.  Nigel and their dogs
usually exchanged more intimate nose in asshole greetings.  We were almost
finished with our second round of the park, when a new dog neither of us
knew bounded up to us.  It was a female, leashed properly, but currently
without its owner.  I grabbed her leash while she and Nigel exchanged
pertinent information doggy style.  After a few deep sniffs, Nigel pulled a
boner, and started getting ideas.  I was doing my best, to prevent the
rape, when an absolutely incredible work of manhood came jogging up,
slightly out of breath.
	"Sorry" he gasped, taking the bitch's leash from me.  "She's in
heat.  Got away from me at the apartment, and I've been chasing her ever
since.  Thanks for grabbing her for me."  I was so mesmerized by this
cliche of male eroticism, that we both failed to notice Nigel and the
bitch, whose name turned out to be Meg, and when we did, they were coupled
and completely locked.  Nigel was humping into her with the biggest grin on
his jowls I'd ever seen.
	"Oh god!  I'm sorry! I...I..."  Nigel looked up at me as if to say,
`keep your mouth shut damn it.  It's not everyday I get a piece of ass
handed to me on a leash.'  Mr. Greek god, started laughing.
	"Don't worry about it.  She was bound and determined to get herself
fucked.  I'm just glad she picked a handsome brute this time.  You should
have seen the last two litters, real mistakes of nature.  It was awful
trying to find homes for such ugly puppies."
	"Well, I would have prevented this if I could have..."
	"No really, Meg has a mind of her own when she's in heat.  There
was probably nothing you could do about it.  She was determined, and might
have bitten you if you had tried to stop it."
	"Well, none the less, I feel I owe you something for Nigel's
transgression."
	"Nothing expected, unless you'ld like to offer me a beer and some
conversation.  I'm new in town, and haven't met a soul yet."
	"Done.  I live two blocks from here, and have a couple of beers in
the fridge."
	"Great, now if only these two," he said, indicating the humping
dogs.  "Will get through with their public lewdness, maybe we can go."  As
if they got the message, the dogs slipped apart, and Meg immediately turned
to Nigel, nose to nose, and offered him a kiss.
	"Look at that would you."  His name turned out to be Harry, which I
could see from the mass of hair extending above the neckline of his tee
shirt, was apt.  He and Meg walked a few paces in front of us, and I spent
the time admiring his gorgeous body with its tight musculature, and
fabulous set of buns.  By the time we reached my apartment building, my
dick was hard and drooling.
	Upstairs, and locked inside, we let the dogs off their respective
leashes, and they promptly retired to the balcony to screw again.  I led
the way into the kitchen, and Harry pulled out a chair from the table and
straddled it leaning forward on the back.  I got two beers out of the
fridge, and twisted the caps off.
	"Glass?"  I kept my back to him, so he wouldn't notice my boner.
	"Nah.  Bottle's fine." I tried to sidle over to hand him the beer,
and saw him glance at my crotch.  Nothing to do but brazen it out.
	"Seeing Nigel and Meg fucking has somehow affected me."  He
grinned.
	"Well, I guess I shouldn't be embarrassed then."  He stood up and
turned the chair around properly.  When he sat back down, his cock tented
his shorts with a massive bulge.  I let out a low whistle.  I'm well hung,
with enough meat at eight inches to satisfy anybody, but Harry's cock had
to be at least another four inches in both directions.
	"What brings you to town?"  I adjusted my cock and balls, and sat
down opposite him, taking a swallow of beer.  He spread his heels apart,
and cupped his massive boner, and squeezed it hard.
	"New job.  My company promoted me to district sales manager."  I
wanted to replace his hand with mine, but not being the forward type, I
could only fantasize about it.
	"That's good I suppose.  You like it here?"  I squeezed my
throbbing dick under the table, and licked my lips.
	"I'd like it better, if I had someone to share my free time with.
Like I said, I haven't met a soul."
	"Well, that's not exactly true anymore unless you consider me
soulless."  He laughed, and tipped his bottle to me before taking another
swallow.  "How come a nice healthy guy like you doesn't have a wife?  I
figure a good looking guy of your quality would have been picked off a long
time ago."
	"She split just before I was promoted.  Women are so fickle.  She
wanted more than my salary could give her."
	"I'm sorry."  My hopes fell.  Getting a breeder into bed seemed too
far a leap for my imagination.
	"Don't be.  I've decided to swear off the weaker sex.  They don't
seem to be my cup of tea anymore."
	"Really?  What exactly does that imply?"  My hardon began to bounce
in my pants in anticipation of what he would say.
	"I've always thought..."  He paused a moment, thinking about what
he would say.  "I hope this doesn't shock you."  He sat his bottle on the
table, and leaned across looking closely at me.  "I think I'm gay."
	"Really?"  I seemed to be out of words.  My mouth felt dry, and I
stared at him while I took a swallow of beer.
	"I know that even when I was making it with my wife, I was really
thinking about men.  In fact, I've never had a sexual fantasy involving a
woman that I can remember."
	"Uh," I cleared my throat.  "What do you fantasize about when you
jack off?"  I watched him struggle for an answer.  "Jack off fantasies are
always telling of one's true sexuality."  He struggled for a moment
internally, then made a decision.
	"I always imagine a big stiff cock pushing into me from both ends
like massive logs.  We all cum together in my fantasy, and I am drenched
with cum."  He colored a little, and toyed with his beer bottle.
	"My," I took a deep breath, and reached out to touch his hand
laying on the table.  "Would you like to experience your fantasy Harry?"
His large blue eyes were suddenly boring into me.
	"What are you saying?"  I felt his hand tremble a little under
mine.
	"Just that I find you are a sexual turn on for me, and I wouldn't
mind taking it as far as it can go."
	"You mean have sex with me?"
	"I do."
	"I've never had a real homosexual experience.  I'm afraid..."
	"Nothing to be afraid of.  You certainly won't get pregnant."  He
laughed.  I squeezed his hand, and he turned his over, and squeezed mine
back.
	"So..."  He took a deep breath as if he'd forgotten to breathe at
all.  "How do we start this?"
	"Well, I think it already has."  I squeezed his hand again, and
stood up, pulling him to me.  I softly kissed him on the cheek several
times, feeling his slight stubble gritty against my lips.  He turned his
head, and our lips met, parted, and we kissed, exchanging tongues.  I held
his body close, and our rampant cocks rubbed against each other excitedly.
	"Whew," he gasped, when our kiss broke.  "That was the sexiest kiss
I've ever experienced."  I stroked his bone through his shorts, and he
shuddered.
	"Come with me."  I led the way to my bedroom.  As we passed the
balcony, Nigel and Meg were deep into another humping fuck.  Probably their
third or fourth in less than an hour.
	In my bedroom, I pulled his tee shirt over his head, and exposed
his hairy well developed chest.  I ran my hands through his chest rug, and
paused over his nipples.  I tweaked them, feeling them go hard under my
attention, their little rosy mounds tipping through the black mass of
coarse hair growing around each of them.  I bent and took his left nipple
in my mouth and teeth.  He stiffened and let his head drop back on his
neck.  He brought his hands up to the back of my neck and head, and
massaged me while I worked on his tit.
	I pleasured his second tit for a minute, and then dropped to my
knees in front of him.  I unfastened the button on his shorts, and unzipped
them.  They fell to his ankles around his walking shoes.  He stepped out of
the pants and I flipped them out of the way.  He hadn't let go of my head
and neck, and when my tongue licked up the length of his stiffness to its
crown, he squeezed me tight into his groin, and his whole body shuddered.
	"Oh man," he moaned.  "Are you going to suck my cock?"  I wasted no
time on words, preferring instead to gobble him whole.  He felt like I was
trying to swallow the whole log of salami at once.  He rose on his tiptoes
as I reached the bottom.
	"That feels so fucking fantastic.  I always thought guys would be
better than women sucking cock."  He gripped my head on both sides, and
humped my throat a few times.  The tension in his legs, and the tightness
in his ball sack warned me he was close.  I reluctantly withdrew from his
wonderful piece of pleasure.  I pushed him back on the bed, and left him
with his legs spread wide with his heels dragging the floor.  His massive
cock, was sticking straight up with the support of both his hands.  After
pulling my clothes off, I got some rubbers and lube from the night stand
next to the bed.
	He watched me carefully roll the condom down his shaft, making his
cock throb for me as I caressed it lovingly.  I greased him up, and spread
a generous amount in my ass crack.  I stepped up on the bed straddling his
hips with my feet.  He watched, silently, breathing heavily with lust, as I
lowered myself until his dick head was punching at my hole.
	I relaxed, and felt myself slide onto his greased pole.  Down and
down I went, until I could feel the coarseness of his pubic hair scratchy
on my butt.  He was breathing so raggedly, I thought he'd cum before he had
time to fuck me like I wanted, so I sat still on him, and let the rush
subside.  Gradually, his breathing returned to a semblance of normal.
	"This is so fucking hot," he whispered.  "My fantasies were never
this hot."
	I leaned over, and we kissed again, tongues exploring every tooth
and crevice.  He contracted his cock muscle, and I contracted my ass ring.
He humped up into me a little more, and I put my arms around his neck and
told him to roll over onto me as I changed position.  The movement was made
without loss of connection, and I was on my back on the bed, and he was
standing on the floor, bent over my torso, with his twelve inch cock
stuffed as deep as it would go in my ass.
	"Now fuck me Harry."  He wasted no time, and was soon plunging into
me at breakneck speed.  The friction of his hairy stomach on my hardboiled
bone, was getting me off like gangbusters.  The sweat he and I worked up
was the perfect lubricant, and it wasn't long before I groaned, and clamped
my assring tight around his cock, and blew a massive load into his chest
hair.  My clamping asshole, caused a chain reaction, and he ballooned the
condom with what felt like a dozen gushes of cum in my ass.
	He insisted I do him the honor of taking his cherry, and after
another beer, and watching the dogs fuck for the umteenth time, we went at
it again, and again, and again.  After the dam broke, he couldn't get
enough, but then I couldn't either.
	Harry's been over every night since then, and we've spent every
moment learning everthing we can about each other's sexual appetites.
We've talked about pooling our resources to rent a larger place that would
hold the four of us comfortably.
	We work just a few blocks from each other, and usually manage to
get together for lunch.  I've even taken him to a gay bar near my office,
where I managed to give him a blowjob in the men's room through a glory
hole.  He thought that was especially horny, and fucked me raw that night,
reliving the experience in the stall.
	Meg had seven beautiful pups, and the proud parents watch over them
like hawks.  These little darlings won't be hard to find homes for, most
have been spoken for by people watching us playing with them in the park.
Over the next three day weekend, we plan to rent a van, and take all the
dogs to the country where they can romp off leash.  We're having a great
time, thanks to Nigel and Meg.

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