Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2008 07:21:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bryan M <farmlandbb@yahoo.com>
Subject: at the grands-2

So the really safe thing would be to just not get fukd again until
tomorrow..  Give my poor, hard-bonered ass a rest.  Next best thing, a
dude. I love sex with guys and the idea of being fukd by one soon makes me
so hot that I need to stop thinking about it or I will go out right now and
see what I can find in the way of a top.  Love to be fukd by some really
hot 30 year old business man staying at the local Hilton and looking for a
boy to fuk.  Even better if he just wants to swap blows and give me a face
glaze.  But when its 97 out, and really, really humid, this boy's thoughts
turn to Irish Setter.  I've never bitchd for one, so I am kinda curious.
They have long hair, and in this weather that could make things hot, and
not in a good way.  So they are a night time hook up for sure.

My butt is still throbbing from its poodle pounding.  And that pounding was
actually pretty satisfying.  So its not so much horniness, as craving that
has me panting for kickin it again tonight.  I like being under dogs,
showing them a good time.  So I will wait a little, see if I feel horny
latter on.  If I do, that and the hungriness will probably send me on down
to the kennel for a second go round. Actually I know I will be horny, just
not how sensible will I be.  I go back to the pool and swim 30 laps.  Sit
in the J to sooth my stretched and pounded butt.  Relax. I am feeling good,
but can't stop thinkin about tonight's possibilities.

I decide to go down to the beach and get a late dinner at the sea food
shack near the canal's mouth.  Get dressed in some easy off clothing in
case I meet the right guy. Maybe I will end up face down, butt upward in a
room at the Hilton givin it up to that business man from Pennsylvania, so I
choose some things that are a bit dressier than usual. I pass on the Why
Don't You Take Me For A Ride? t-shirt in favor of a blue dress shirt and
some madras plaids.  But no underwear, and sandals no sox. Gotta get
through the lobby without looking like a complete ho. But why waste good
sex time in the room.  I am wearing shorts that slide off when the button
is snapped open and land in the corner in 5 seconds flat.

Dinner is pretty good - shrimp and fries. Wrong place to hook it up with a
business man tho.  Anyway tonight. I have had some real good luck here
earlier. Great lookin fit business me looking to rump ride the locals.
Track record of close to 100% scores since I was 16.  So maybe this is a
sign.  Yeah, right.  I am makin it a sign.

 I buy a 6 pack of Corona for later.  I will probably need to loosen up a
lot if I decide to let a dog use me again tonight.  Of course, 2 beers and
I will be offering myself to every dog dude in the kennel, most likely..
Loose, slutty, and on my way to giving myself an asshole as wide as a
tunnel.  Careful there, Bryan. I pick up a DVD of Wet Palms.  I know
watching that will push me a long way toward puttn out again tonight.  So I
am rigging things in one direction.  Supposedly I am waiting to see, but I
am so cheating.

You are probably wondering "who the hell does he think is gonna believe he
is going straight to bed to think pure thoughts.  He is on his way down to
the kennel for a second round".  Of course, you are right.  Its just that I
need to be a better writer.  Cuz I was actually still imagining, at that
point in the evening, that I was probably gonna wait till the next
afternoon for a second round of bottoming.  But no.

I watch television for awhile, getting more and more restless.  I swear, my
hands started stripping me all on my own.  One minute I am fully clothed
watching Brad Benton - a personal fave - get hammered, the next minute I am
naked 'cept for some skimpy briefs and half way down the lawn toward the
kennels. I don't usually watch too much porn, but I have seen every porn
Brad Benton has made.  So I am clearly cheatn. The idea of Brad offering up
that totally perfect but majorly well used boy pussy to a dog gets me goin
every time - although I am sure Brad would never do it with a dog.  Too
bad, the way he yips and moans when a human bones him, he would be like a
coon hound on the scent when a dog was nailin him. And he has been
gangbanged in vids, so he can take a major boning.  But Rory has a surprise
coming.  Rory has never had me, but I have a strong hunch that my cousin
Marty has a hankering for dog as cravy and active as
 mine.  Caught him bringing Rory out of a shed down by the kennel once,
lookn really nervous.  So if I am lucky then Rory will know what I have to
offer, know how to satisfying his needs for boy and my needs for fukn and
be doin it in a few.

Of course, there is the Bernese Mountain Dog.  But he is big, furry, and
heavy. And hung.  I am hot, sweaty, sore from an earlier boning, and tired.
It would be a heavy duty experience to take him. They weigh a ton, at least
that's what it feels like during the pounding. My arms were always feeling
like they were about to give in and send me down to break my nose on the
garage floor.  Besides, he's had me before, I liked it, but I am looking to
have a new experience.  And if he were gonna do me, he should have gone
first, cuz he will stretch me like I was a rubber band.  Best to take him
on a rested butthole.

I really did think I would wait till the next day cuz being fukd by a dog
is thirsty, tiring work, as they say.  So I am feeling a bit sore, and a
bit tired.  But I want more.  I want it really badly.  I just have to have
it.  Its available, so I am gonna get it. I think.  I mean maybe Marty was
actually teaching Rory to play chess the time I caught him comin out of the
shed with a guilty look on his face and a happy dog by his side.  But I am
hoping knot.  I am really hopn that Rory knows a boy slut when he sees one.

Cuz I am still a bit sore, I'm a bit concerned that maybe I should wait.. I
decide to go back to the house and chug a few brews.  Make me more loose.
Also hornier, which isn't really necessary.  I walk back up to the house,
go into the kitchen, and pull a cold Corona out of the fridge.  Open it up
and slug it.  Wipe the stuff drooling outa the sides of my mouth off with
my fingers and lick them clean.  Next up, another Corona.  Then another. I
look at my reflection in the refrigerator and think that I have nice long
legs. Gettn drunk alright. Cruisin yourself in your Grands kitchen - you
are way too drunk, Bryan.  Then I sit down heavily.  Don't have much of a
head for alcohol, so I am already woozy. I decide to try a fourth and then
head on down to Rory.  Fourth takes me about 5 minutes.. I had stripped
earlier except for my undies.  Off with them, too.  Why not a fifth?  Fifth
is too much.  Two sips and I realize I am gettn way past
 manageable drunk, and I am gonna need some co-ordination to make sure Rory
puts it in the right hole, the right way. Actually, I am gonna need some to
get down there on my own two legs - nice or not.  So I leave it on the
table.

Then I am out stumblin down the walkway past the pool, on my way to the
kennel. At the kennel. The moon is up, which is good.  I get the bottle of
lube down from the ledge by the kennel door.  Lift up one leg put it on the
door handle and arch my back.  Makn it easier for myself to finger a lot of
lube up my chute.  Feels good.  I have long fingers and I can reach up in
a-ways.  When I am all lubed. I get the key off the hook, open up, and go
in search of Rory.  I am drunk enough that I forget to take the leash.  So
I stumble back.  Get leash.

I open Rory's kennel and snap it on him.  I have decided that I should take
him to the tool shed where I saw him with my cousin.  If he was fukn Marty
there, then that might help put him in the mood.  I am hard already, thinkn
of gettn fukd, and it is swingin back and forth with every step I take.

We go out of the yard, and down the path behind the barn.  Quick check
right and left, and I trot across the driveway and into the bushes.  Kinda
hot to cross the driveway naked with a dog on a leash.  To be accurate he
should probably have me on the leash, but what the hell. Then down the path
to the shed. Surprise - I didn't remember to bring the fuckn key to the
padlock. This makes me angry. I think taking him into the shed would bring
back memories of boy fucking. But I don't want to go back to the house.  I
am naked, wearin a 9 inch hardon that stands out, and am so horny my hole
is hungry.  So plan B is gonna have to do it.  What the hell is plan B? I
look around. The moon is up so just doin it in front of the shed would be
risky.  If we go over to the side of the shed into the area under the
trees, its dark.  People could see if they are on the driveway - but nobody
should be. But the security patrol sometimes drives up the
 drive way, flashlights around a bit, then goes out. Better safe than
sorry..  Anyway its so dark under the trees that maybe they couldn't see
unless they were right there.  So beside the shed it is. Thats plan B.

We go over toward the trees. But first a quick trip to show Rory the shed..
Maybe the door will be enough.  I bend over and point to the door, then
smack my fist on it. I rattle the lock.  Rory takes a swipe at my bone with
tongue.  Good sign.  I hope he is planning to bury his bone in my backyard.
Even though we are standing out in the moonlight in front of the shed I
turn and bend my knees a little.  Take up a hips forward stance and offer
Rory full access to my package.  He licks the family jewels, and licks
again.  I push my dick down so he can slurp the head and shaft.  I think
Marty may have trained Rory real well.  He does a nice job..  But no
initiative.  I am leaking and he is slurping and I am leaking and he is
lickin. He is clearly happy where he is, but I am wantn more.  I decide to
squat and let him have even better access to the goodies.  Suddenly I
realize that I am standing in plain view, moonlit night, bare ass naked,
 stiffer at full attention, bein licked on the balls and boner by a male
dog. I don't think anybody is gonna believe this is just good clean fun.
And my legs are begining to tremble.  I start to pull Rory into the area
under the trees. He doesn't want to go and whines and jumps for my package.
I pull him hard and take a couple of steps into the trees.

Fuck, Shit, Piss, I just stubbed my toe.  Jumping around wildly on one
foot, holding the other and moaning in pain, Rory goes crazy and starts
yippin.  When the pain lets up I stand quietly.  I am totally soft. Rory is
still yippn up a storm.  I hope that nobody comes to find out why.  Could
be hard to explain in about 10 minutes.  I kneel down and start pattn
Rory. He quiets down.  Move my hand cautiously under his belly and stroke.
Use a kinda wave motion on his sheath.  I wonder if Marty does tongue.  I
lick Rory's muzzle and his lips.  Rory doesn't do much in return.  I
slobber a bit on my chin to try to get him to lick.  Nothing.  He is,
however, gettin hard.  Then harder.  I am drunk, I am horny, and I am on my
knees in the bare dirt. Not in the mood for fancy stuff.  So I just present
myself.  Yup, Marty was gettn boned by Rory, I would guess. Cuz Rory knows
sorta what to do.  He jumps up at me, then falls off.  Tries
 again.  Third time he is on me and clutches.  Shit.  Forgot the vest, too.
No key, no vest, and no sense.

Rory is just stabbin at my ass.  I brace myself, reach around, and try to
guide him in.  He gets a bit yippy when I touch it, but I get it sliddn up
my crack.  He reaches the pucker and I push back.  Paydirt.  He knows how
to fuk - any male dog does and is glad to, if he isn't fixed. and so he
does.  Nice and steady.  Nice and steady, Thinner then thicker, thinner
then thicker.  Holds me tight but not too tight, and sets up a rhythm,
Feels really good.  Then he grips a bit tighter and picks up the pace.  He
is poundn now.  Rory is a laster.  Maybe its just because my knees are in
the bare dirt, or maybe it really is because he takes longer, but it seems
like about 20 minutes before he knots me.  That hurts, alot..  Then awhile
after that he turns.  He pumps and fills. I let my self down on my chest
and breath heavily.  Didn't seem like such a hard fuk while he was in
action, but it was a pretty athletic one. My back hurts from arching
 and pushing back while he was havin his fun.  When he pulls out I just
topple over in the dust and dirt and look up at the moon through the palm
leaves.  Ass is burning.  This may have been one dog fuk too many for one
day for this boy, but it was actually really, really hot.  My hole feels
like you could drive a diesel locomotive up it and I would only know
because of the whistle as it entered the tunnel.  I reach down.  I am real
goey and sticky, but pretty tight.  I have to push hard to get my fingers
in.  I came while I was bein logged, but I'm still horny.  Still erect.  I
pull the fingers out, roll over on my back, and rear up and put my legs and
ass over my head with my feet resting on the ground above my head.
Advantage of really long legs.  My dick is just about an inch from my lips,
and when I want to I can suck myself. I can't throat myself, but I am good
for the first 2-3 inches, I think. Advantage of a long
 torso.  Decide not too.  I lick my fingers, reach up and ease them into my
hole.  One, then two.  Three is a bit much and burns too much, so I pull it
out and finger fuk myself slowly with just two. Twitch the fingers, clamp
with my hole, start the old in and out. Clamping, not such a good idea, I
relax my bung.  I start moaning.  Feels so good.  I take a long time, in no
hurry. Eventually I cum again.  All over my face.  I don't even try to
clean THAT off. I just unroll and lie back.  Feels good. The moon looks
good, and I like feeling naked and sexed there under the palms.

Rory has gone off somewhere, which is the shits cuz I will have to find
him..  Naked is not the way to hunt down by the road.  Hope he hasn't gone
there.  I decide to wait abit, though, cuz I do feel really, really
good. Just lie there.  I get up, and whistle for Rory.  I hear him rooting
about in the bushes. I find the leash, put it around my neck, and wearing
only a leash and the smile you get when you had a good day sex-wise, I head
off to find him.  I do, in awhile.  Back to his kennel.  He doesn't want to
go, but I put him back anyway.  Need to rest.

Back at the house I notice my cell is on the table.  I take it out to the
patio, flick on the lights.  Hook the end of the leash that isn't around my
neck over a gate post.  Take a picture of my naked self with the leash loop
around my neck, trying for the I am lookn up that the guy I'm blown
expression, and snap the shot.  Send it to a friend who is always trying to
tie me up and whip my butt.  I see it later.  Good shot, but it was pretty
stupid to take it and send it to him.

Get some sleep, Bryan, get some sleep.