Date: Thu, 30 May 2002 03:01:03 -0700
From: scedmark <scedmark@email.msn.com>
Subject: Big Dog-mean neighbor

It was early on a bright snowy Christmas morning, and my sat back on the
sofa with my arm around my wife with a steamy cup of swiss cocoa, watching
our 2 young daughters open their presents and play with their new puppy
Pepper. It was a happy time, and seeing the girls somehow made me recall
the time I lost my virginity to my old mean neighbor and his big dog.

When I was 9 years old my family lived near the meanest old man on our
block, he had the biggest meanest dog I ever saw too. That dog barked at my
friends and me whenever he saw us, growling and showing his large blood
thrusty teeth, saliva dripping from the corners as he imagined eating one
of us alive. We were all terrified of that big dog, as was many of the
grown ups around the neighborhood, including my parents. Mom insisted I my
friends and I stay away from ole Mr. Huberts property, as he's confiscated
many of out play toys that were either left outside, or had fallen into his
yard. His dog, Satan, would grab whatever kid's ball had had the
mis-fortune to fall into his domaine, and rip it to pieces before our
eyes. None of us had the balls to climb the shoulder high fence to defend
our belonging. So Mr Hubert and Satan had a nice stack of our stuff.

Mr Hubert's wife was nice, but she'd died 2 years before (no doubt eaten by
Satan), and Mr. Hubert just seemed to get meanier by the day. He was a grey
haired man of about 55-60, his wife had been a few years younger when she
passed of cancer. For an older man, My Hubert was in good shape, I'd heard
my Mom say he'd been in the military for 20 years, and kept active up until
his wife's death.

I made it my business to keep clear of Mr. Hubert and Satan, but one
particular day, I'd noticed from my bedroom window that my old Nerf
Football was visable in the corner of my neighbor's yard. It looked to be
seriously chewed up (My Hubert must've given it to Satan as a chew toy),
but I didn't care, I just wanted my ball back. So I crept downstairs to the
back yard. It was a cool autumn daym and the leaves from the trees that
lined both our yards and covered the gounds. I snuck up to the fence, I
didn't see Mr. Hubert's car in the drive, nor did I see any sign of Satan
in or near his dog house or watering dish. There was an eerie silence, and
I figured now would be the time to climb the fence, and claim at least one
of my lost toys from its captors.

I stuck my sneakered foot into the spoke of the wired fence that seperated
our properties, and with one last search for Satan, jumped down into evil
Mr. Hubert's back yard. I slowly made my way across the brush, over to the
corner where I'd seen my ball. When I reached down for it, I heard a
ruffling of the pile of leaves near where the ball was. First I saw the
black beady eyes, then the long sharp snarling pointed teeth before I
realized it was Satan, hiding under the pile of fallen leaves.  My heart
leaped up into my throat as I was face to face with my worst nightmare come
true.

I turned to race back to the fence, when I felt Satan take a bite out of
the seat of my pants. I felt my entire ass exposed to the chill of the
autumn air, and realized he had torn threw both my play jeans and my
underwear. I yelled for help, tripping (as I often did) over my untied shoe
strings. I hit the ground face down, and Satan was ontop of me in a
flash. The huge dog barked at me profusely, growling so close that his
slobber gripped down onto me.

I remembered crying, begging for help as I was sure my young life had
reached its end. But Satan didn't bite me, his loud threatening barks
turned evil growls as he began to sniff me. His nose, smelling the fear
from my body, took him down to my exposed buttock which laid faceup for the
world to see. Satan sniffed at innocents of my virgin butt, then began to
lick the round mounds to my surprise.  I kept my head burried in my hands,
and dared not look up into the jet back monster's eyes, but laid very still
as the devil dog tasted his next meal. I was sure i'd never see my family
again.

Suddenly Satan's tongue slipped inbetween my young firm ass-cheeks. The wet
abrasive muscule lapped lewdly at my tender butt-hole as if it intriged the
mut. I refused to move, so I had to lay there and endure as Satan licked my
private secret area. Noone had touched me there since I was old enough to
swipe and wash myself. It was very un-nerving.

I peaked up from my hands, and notice the fence was only about 10 feet
away, perhaps I could crawl over to the fence without Satan's knowledge. I
could still feel the huge dog behind me, licking my butt, so I got up onto
my hands and knees, and began to inch my way closer to the fence. Satan's
tongue really bagan to lick me, deeper into the crevious, feeling his wet
licker caress my never before touched behind-hole, make me quiver all
over. I continued to crawl, when Satan suddenly abandoned licking me, and
mounted me, his claws tearing at my poka.

Frightened, I stopped in my tracks. The dog began to hump the air, his hips
coming closer and closer to my now exposed asshole. I felt something wet
smack against my ass-cheeks, the along my ass-crack, then finally against
my sealed ass-hole. I wasn't sure what it was, but it kept hitting my hole
until it slowly, unexpectedly began to slip inside.

I saw my Mother appear in the kitchen window. She'd began to start cooking
dinner, and hadn't noticed me out in the neighbor's yard losing my precious
virginity to an animal. I was too afrain and ashamed to call to her, so I
stayed still, while Satan started to quickly pound himself in and out of my
tight boy-hole.  It hurt alot at first, but I was far more afraid of being
caught being some big ole dog's bitch.

Satan didn't humped me for long. It was obvious the dog was mean because he
wasn't receiveing any sexual releasement. That all changed the instant I
felt his doggy cum splatter all over my insides, soaking me in his
pooch-juice. It took several long minutes for Satan's erection to go down,
and his "knot" to slip back out of my sore hinnie.

I rose to my feet, the cool wintery air blowing across the wet canine cum
that seeped over and from in my ass, reminding my that my buttock was still
exposed. I expected Satan to renew his hatred of me, but instead, the dog
simply galloped back to his dog house, and began to lick at his satisfied
gentials clean.  I heard Mr.Hubert's car pulling up into his drive, and
decided I best not push my luck with the owner. I left my Nerfball, and
climbed back over the fence while I still had the chance. I snuck back into
the house, avoiding Moms calls as I ran up to my room. I peaked back out of
my bedroom window, and saw ole Mr.Hubert playing with Satan. He noticed a
torn piece of material on the ground mixed with the fallen leaves. He
picked it up and studied for a moment, then quietly looked up at my bedroom
window. I ducked behing the curtain, sure that the mean ole Hubert saw
me. When I peaked back again, I saw him going into the house through the
back door.  "Good boy-" I heard him say."-keep those nosey kids out."

"Honey, you okay?" I heard my wife say, bringing me back to the present.

"Huh? Yeah, yes I'm fine, why?"  Margeret didn't say anything, she merely
motioned down to the enormous hardon poking out the crotch of my pajamas as
I watched the girls play with Pepper.

"Perhaps I can help you out with that once I get back from driving the
girls over to your Mother's for Christmas." she said concerned.

I thought for a minute. Pepper and ole Mr.Hue still lived next door to my
parents...

"Not to worry honey-" I said, grabbing up Peppers new leash and some gift
wrap.  "I'll drive them over myself."