Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 22:41:22 -0800
From: DesertDog <cleveland73@msn.com>
Subject: Alone Upstairs

Lightening flashed on the forward thrust of the saw .  Rain pelted the
window on the back thrust.  Thunder cracked and rumbled as the severed head
hit and bounced on the floor.  Wind howled, drowning the satisfied laughter
of the blade wielding killer.

I just love Vincent Price late at night.

 The weather outside my window was the perfect accompaniment to the subtle
glow of back and white gore illuminating the little room.  I was sixteen,
horny as hell, and trying to distract myself from my crotch with my only
other true interest at the time - low-budget horror.  The violent storm had
canceled the school basketball team's trip across state to face our arch
rivals.  I was extremely disappointed because blow jobs were numerous and
of high quality on long bus rides.  On really good rides, once their jaws
got tired, the cheer leaders would sit on the laps of the seniors with
panties around ankles, bouncing as though we were driving off road.  I was
a junior so I would only get my cock sucked, but just watching the lap
scenes was enough to want to cry when the news of the cancellation reached
my phone.

The guilty, morbid pleasure of Vincent Price was doing it's job of keeping
my mind off other things until I had to go to the bathroom.  I was in my
boxers with a raging urinary hard-on and couldn't wait for the commercial.
I had to nudge Harley, my German Shepard, off my feet so I could place them
on the floor.  I scooted forward, my ass on the very edge of the mattress,
then paused to watch Mr. Price hold the severed head up and, with his trade
mark, sinister, barley above a whisper voice, recite an over-written
monologue, making it sound like it was the best script ever written.

As I watched in admiration of the grace of the man, something pushed up
into my crotch.  I looked down and to see Harley's nose burrowing up the
leg of my shorts that was gaping open.  His tongue lashed out and took a
long taste of the spot between my balls and inner thigh.  I flinched at
first then quickly gained control and held myself still.  It felt
incredible and I didn't want to scare him away.

He continued to force his tongue in and around my balls.  I suddenly
realized what I was letting happen here and the guilt set in.  The more my
cock began to strain against my boxers the more guilty I felt.  Then, the
guilt was washed away in the raging tide of pleasure that flooded my body
as his tongue managed to make it far enough under my balls to reach my
asshole.

I immediately spread my legs further on instinct. Also on instinct, I
almost reached out and grabbed his head to push it further in to my ass.
Nothing had ever touched my hole before.  Some of the guys talked about the
cheer leaders on the bus fingering them as they were sucking, but it had
never happened to me.  Now I know why the guys that did get the special
treatment referred to it as special treatment.

The leg of my shorts could only stretch so far, hampering Harley's efforts
to gain full access to his target.  I gingerly pushed him back to get my
shorts off, being careful not to discourage him.  Once they were off, I
raised my legs and laid back.  Harley entered back into the task with much
gusto.  Contrary to things I've read, dogs don't try to force their tongue
in and tongue fuck.  Nor do they try to ream out the inside of your chute.
They simply lap relentlessly as they would to clean a wound or their feed
dish.

This relentless lapping of tongue on puckered anus is absolutely incredible
however.  Every so often he would venture up to my hanging ball sack, then
to the pre-cum dripping from my cock.  Each time terrifying me that he was
done with my ass.  But, then, he would move back down and resume his
assault on my sweet spot.

My parents were down stairs watching television, waiting for updates on the
storm.  Fortunately they never bothered me after 11pm, even if my light was
still on.  It would have been rather awkward if one of them stepped in my
room right then to see me with my legs in the air being tongued by the dog,
letting soft, breathy moans escape my throat.

My ass was beginning to become raw and burned with each lick.  This only
made me want it to continue even longer.  Finally, Harley started to lose
interest and gave a final lick and stepped away.  I was horned up like an
adolescent rhino.  My ass had to have more I felt like I was in heat.  I
kept calling Harley back over but he would just stand there staring at me.
I needed something to smear on my ass that would entice him but there was
nothing in my room.  There was no way of getting to the kitchen without my
parents seeing me.  Not that I couldn't have snuck a jar of peanut butter
or something past them, but once they saw that I was still awake they would
want me to sit and watch the weather reports with them.  My mind was racing
too fast with the desire for more ass play to think of a way out of it.

I quickly got down on all fours and presented my ass to Harley in hopes of
getting a few more licks.  That's all I really wanted.  If he'll just lick
for a few more seconds I'll jerk my cock at the same time and get off.
Then I would be able to calm down.  My cock was raging with desire and the
need to piss.  I had forgotten about that.  Shit!  I hated blowing a load
when I needed to piss.  Some say it adds to the stimulation, but not for
me.  It leaves me feeling not quit satisfied.

I got up and trotted briskly down the hall to the bathroom.  I had to calm
my self some how or stand in the hallway in order to arch the stream of
piss from my vertical, steel rod of a dick into the toilet.  An annoying
little problem all men face from time to time.  Usually in the morning.
Sometimes everything in the room gets hit with piss but the toilet.  You
just can't point that sucker downward with out standing on your head or
putting and end to any and all future sexual activities.

My solution was to grab a wash cloth out of the cabinet and hold it under
the cold water, then hold to my cock and balls. Repeat.  I had already
showered earlier in the evening, hearing the water running again would
bring my mother up asking questions.  Finally, the wilting started, at
least enough to aim and I relieved myself.  Before leaving the bathroom I
asked my self if I needed to take a dump before going back and attempting
to seduce my dog into getting me off.

That's when the idea hit me. If I take a shit and don't wipe, maybe
that'll give him something to lick.  At least long enough to shoot a few
rounds.  I quickly sat down on the toilet, hoping I had something up there
that wanted out with having to push like I was giving birth.  I was in
luck.  A little straining activated a release.  It wasn't the healthiest
load I'd ever dropped but enough to butter my biscuits. I flushed and
scurried back to my room and slid a chair under the doorknob in a smooth,
practiced motion.

I dropped my boxers again as I dropped to my knees.  Harley immediately
began licking again.  It didn't take long for my cock to return to the
rigid state it was in before.  I started to wonder why or how I hadn't
discovered Harley's tongue before.  I had had him for three years.  I guess
he never wanted to lick my cock before.  Maybe it was because I was so
horned up thinking about the bus trip that never was that he could sense
something.  What ever the case, that tongue had me aroused like I'd never
been in my life.

Unfortunately, he didn't keep it up as long as before.  Not nearly long
enough for me to get off.  I could've shot my wad easily, but I wanted to
do it while he was licking me.

He stepped back and stared at me.  I continued looking forward while saying
"Come on boy.  Come on."  And wiggling my ass around.  This wasn't working
and my ass was truly aching for attention.  That's when I turned and looked
back over my shoulder.

Little did I know (and would later read in a book about k-9 mating habits
and rituals) that looking over the shoulder was how the bitch signals an
invitation to mount after teasing the male and readying herself for some
time.  Harley needed no further invitation.  He pulled himself atop my back
with his already thrusting hips right behind my ass.  At first I thought it
was funny what he was trying to do and let him hump at me for a moment.
Then, his dagger of a cock jabbed my ball sack and the pain made me jerk
forward and let out a yelp.  I was worried my parents would hear and be
ascending the stairs.  Of course I was more worried about getting Harley
off of me.  This was going a bit too far.

I sternly, but in a voice that wouldn't carry through the house, told him
to get off.  This of course, didn't work.  I started to simply stand up,
but, just as I did, he pulled himself in a little closer with his front
legs and his pistoning prick hit the bulls eye.  Repeated jabs to my hole
were excruciatingly painful.  Painful enough that I lost the strength in my
attempt to stand.  More jabs had a fire blazing in my hole.  It also had
his prick a couple inches inside of me.  I started to stand again but the
pain and increasing pleasure made me hesitate.  The perverseness of what
was going on, the whole idea of it, being fucked by dog was sending
feelings through my body.  I wasn't gay, I had never had any inclinations
of being fucked up the ass by a guy, but this was igniting something in me.

I remained on my knees to see how far it could go.  I lowered my front down
to my elbows to get my ass higher and pushed back as much as I could.  I
looked under me and saw the size of Harley's cock.  This scared me a little
but I was too far gone now.  His rapid fire thrusting had his cock as far
in as I thought it could go.  But, it seemed to keep going.  The pain was
immense, but the pleasure was keeping pace.  His thrusting was beginning to
slow, becoming an intermittent hunching.  Then the pain began to outshine
the pleasure again.  My ass felt like it was ripping.  Something was going
on.  Something was swelling.  I would later read about the knot and it's
purpose, but at the moment I thought I was screwed.  No pun intended.  It
just seemed to keep getting bigger.  I was terrified that I would have to
call for help.  I could imagine the humiliation and shame if my parents
walked in and saw me being fucked by the dog.  Being licked would have been
bad enough, but this!  Finally it crested.  The pain was unbelievable.  I
was afraid to move.  Harley however, wasn't.  In one swift move he stepped
over and turned around so that we were ass to ass.  The agony in my ass was
overwhelming.  My legs were aching, my back was aching, and the guilt was
gushing like the cum out of Harley's cock.

Eventually, however, the pain started to become more and more tolerable as
my hole was growing accustomed to the invasion.  Any little movement from
him or me made his pulsing cock rub around inside me and cause wonderful
sensations.  My prostate I suppose.  What ever it was I was thanking God
for giving me one.  Harley would make little attempts at pulling away which
hurt like hell but only added to the eroticism of the situation.

As the pain flattened into a simple, carnal ache, I was able to really
consider the situation.  I could concentrate on the pulsing of his cock
inside me.  That's when the realization sunk in that he was cumming.
Phrases like: "He's breeding you, you're being bred, he's mating with you,
he's trying to impregnate you, YOU'RE BEING FUCKED BY A DOG!  Started going
through my mind, causing my cock to solidify even more than it was. When I
felt his fuck juice running down my legs I went over the top.  My
granite-like cock began to jump as it fired shot after shot of white cream
across the floor.  I didn't even touch it, it just kept firing.

After the most incredible load I'd ever blown, I came back to my senses.  I
was impaled on the cock of a dog and still couldn't move.  I was worried as
to how I was to get this thing out .  I could still feel cum being pumped
into me.  "Gawd, how much can this dog cum?" I said to myself.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps on the stairway.  Then they were coming down
the hallway.  My heart was racing.  Oh shit oh shit oh shit.  The chair was
still in front of the door, but, if someone turned the knob and pushed they
would get at least an in or two of open door before the chair would
actually jam up.  They would be able to see right in to where I was on the
floor.  I tried to force Harley's knot out of my ass in desperation, but it
hurt to bad and was seemingly impossible.  The footsteps ceased near the
bathroom.  I heard a door close, then, moments later, a toilet flush.  Dad
must have been in the downstairs bathroom and Mom couldn't hold it.  She
rarely used the upstairs toilet except in just that situation.

The door opened and footsteps got softer and softer.  I was so friggin'
relieved.  Harley was apparently done cumming but was still lodged firmly
in my ass.  He fidgeted and tried to move away, forcing me to move with
him.  Sometimes having to crawl backwards to keep from being ripped apart.
Each of these movements though were causing great feelings My cock was
hardening again.  I was finding myself wishing it would never come out.  I
was beginning to feel in heat again.  I wriggled my ass around feeling
every inch of the mating device that was filling me to the brim.  Hearing
it squelch.

Harley tried to pull away again making me scramble backwards, grunting from
the pain.  He was panting like crazy as was I sweating profusely.  The idea
of how helpless I was, how I was at the dog's mercy, entered my mind and my
cock began jumping again.  I grunted with each stream that was launched
from my balls.  I wanted to blow while being licked, now I had blown twice
with my ass full of doggy cock.  While being mated.

After close to half an hour Harley's knot dwindled enough that he pulled
out with a sudden lunge.  The pain made me yelp involuntarily again.  As
Harley scampered to the corner to clean himself, I stretched out on my
stomach on the floor.  My body ached, my ass burned.  I was weak and tired.
I had just been royally fucked.  The guilt was returning.

Harley found his way back over to me and began cleaning my ass with his
tongue.

I laid there thinking about what just happened.  I just had a dog's cock in
my ass and it ejaculated.  It came in me!  I felt as low as I could.  I let
it happen.  I enjoyed it.  Other guys got cheerleaders to sit and bounce on
their cocks.  I got bred by a dog.

That last thought made my cock start to harden again.

I just laid there as Harley licked at his own cum in my ass and down my
legs and I fell asleep very contented.


This is my first story attempt,
I'd love to hear what you think.

   DesertDog <cleveland73@msn.com>