Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2002 18:00:28 -0700
From: scedmark <scedmark@email.msn.com>
Subject: Big Dog-mean neighbor2

"Gan'ma!!" the kids yelled when Mother opened the door, smuthering her with
fresh kisses as she reached down to hug them.

"Oh my, my, so many hugs and kisses..." Mother laughed. She'd long stopped
trying to pick up Catherine (Kate) and Rachael (Rabbit), as they were
getting too big for her to lift.  "Hi Micheal, Elizabeth, Merry Christmas!"

"Hi Mom." Beth said, kissing Mother on the cheek, and entering the house.
"Merry X-mas to you too."

"Hi Mom." I said, kissing the same cheek and adding a hearty hug.  "Where's
Dad?"

"In the den, where else? I can't pry him away from that blasted computer
for one day. The old pooh." Mother joked.  My parents loved eachother,
they'd been married 35 years and going.

I handed Mom hers and Dad's bag of presents, and made my way into the
living room to watch Kate and Rabbit rip into the presents my parents and
Liz's parents sent them.

"What did you all get from Santa?" Mother asked as she sat down a serving
tray of cocoa and X-mas cookies.

"Santa brought us a puppy!" Rabbit said, opening a box which held a brand
new corvette for her new Barbie's "Wow, thanks Gran'ma!" she said, jumping
up to give Mother a hug.

Mother laughed out loud.  "You never can go wrong with Barbie." she said,
happy Rabbit loved her gift.  "Whats that gift for Son?" she asked,
referring to the small green package in my hand.

"Oh..." I said, but before I could complete my sentence....

"That's for the man next door." Beth said.

"Ole Mr.Hubert?" Mother asked, astonished.  "I don't understand Micheal,
that man was nothing but mean to you and the neighborhood children, I don't
know why you continue to try to be friendly with that ole fart."

Mother began to fill Beth in on some of the cruel things Mr.Hubert did to
us kids when I was younger, but my mind drifted off in another
direction. To the first time Mr.Hue shoved his big hard cock up into my
doggy cummed asshole.


Mr. Hue's dog Satan had begun to treat me differently now that he'd turned
me into his bitch. When the other kids would come around, Satan would bark
and snarl and growl and show his teeth at them, threatening to kill anyone
dumb enough to get too close. On the other hand, whenever I was near, he'd
run up to the fence wagging his tail, his tongue flopped out of his mouth,
and he'd jump back and forth in a playful manner. Mr.Hue noticed this
change in Satan too, and didn't like not it one bit. He'd shoo me away from
the fence, or pull Satan back inside the house by his collar, calling him a
"bad dog".

When Mr.Hue would exit the house, leaving Satan in the back to protect his
property, I'd climb back over his fence, go up into the large tool shed he
had in back, and let Satan pound away at my happy hole until I was once
again hosed down inside with his rich pooch-cum. This went on for sever
weeks, until one day Mr.Hue caught me in his shed with Satan, getting my
young asshole fucked royally.

"I knew it!" I heard him yell.  I spun around suprised. I tried to get up,
but Satan weighted me down as he was heavier then me, and his huge "knot"
locked my ass and his cock together so I couldn't move. He bit into the
collar of my jacket to hold me still while he continued to pulrverize my
wet hole, oblivious of his master whom stood over us angrily.  "I knew
there was a reason Satan was treating you differenly than the other
children! But I never would have thought this!"

Satan finally shoved in one last time, then slowly dis-mounted me, his
doggy-juice running down the backs of my thighs. Sobbing, I slowly tried to
pull up my pants, but Mr.Hubert ordered differently.  He grabbed me by the
back of my jacket collar, and rushed me into the house through the back
door. My pants still wrapped around my ankles

Once inside, I noticed a huge lump tenting the front of Mr.Hue's
corduroys. He sat down in a chair near the kitchen table, and demanded to
know how I got in the position of becoming his dog's "bitch". I told him of
the incident where Satan caught me in his yard, ripped my pants, and humped
my butt in the back yard. I noticed Mr.Hue openly massage his bulge as I
told him the story. My pants still lay wrapped around my ankles, and
Mr.HuBert reached around and began to touch my ass-cheeks.

"Nice butt kid." he said, running his middle finger up the crack and into
my wet doggy cummed hole.  "You like that?" he asked.

I nodded "yes". Mr.Hue continued to finger me, then freed his trapped cock
from his trousers. It looked so big sticking up from his crotch, much
bigger then my Dad's looked when I saw him coming out of the shower in the
mornings.

"Would you like to touch it Mikey?" he asked.  "he knew my name" I thought
to myself, "awesome". In all the years I lived next door, I never heard him
say my name, just "boy" or "kid" or "you there" or "lil' brat".

I nodded "yes". Mr.Hue took my hand and placed it on his hardon just as he
slipped 2 fingers into my hole.

"Relax kid." he said, running them back and forth in and out of me.  "Would
you like me to do to you what Satan did?"

I must've looked confused.

"Would you like me to stick my cock in here?" he clearified, poking his
fingeres in and out.  Again I nodded "yes".  Mr.Hubert turned my back to
him and removed his fingers. He pulled the rest of my clothing off my body
like he would a doll, leaving me completely nude in his kitchen. He pulled
me backwards between his legs, and lined his naked cock up to my boy-cunt.

I felt the huge head kiss at my ass-lips, then felt Mr.Hue force me
backward, the head of his cock slipped into my honey-hole, causing me to
"yipe" from the entry. I got scared.

"Relax." Mr.Hue said, then pulled me back farther.  My asshole yawned open,
and the slime from the doggy cum made my insides slicker, which helped
Mr.Hue's cock to borrow into me.

Mr. Hue's cock filled me much fuller then Satan's did. Satan's cock
couldn't have been more then 4 or 5 inches tops, and no thicker then one of
his master's fingers, but Mr. Hue's cock was much much bigger and longer,
it stretched me farther and deeper, making me cry out with pain.

Mr.Hue was still completely dressed, only his cock stood out from his
trousers as his bounced me up and down on his gigantic tool. He hugged me
closely, the smell of alcohol and cigars was on his breath as he licked at
my ear and fucked me with his old-man penis.

"Yes, thats it, just like that, ride that cock boy, move that boy-cunt on
my cock, show me you want that creamy load inside ya." Mr.Hue said, moving
me faster back and forth on his cock.

The pain started to sub-side, and I started enjoying the feel of his hands
cradling me. He hugged me close, my back pressed against his front as he
bucked his hips, his hairy pubs scratching my smooth buns. I watched his
aged liver-spotted hands as his fingers pinched and pulled at my tender
young nipples as he held me so tight I thought I'd pop.  I was taking his
cock fully now, feeling it pull back til only the bullet shaped head laid
inside my sucking anus, only to be shoved all the way back in to the thick
root that stretched me wider and wider to accomidate him.

Mr. Hue stood up, raising my feet up off the floor, my body still impaled
on his mighty weenier. He had a firm grip around me mid-section, locking my
arms to my sides, as he walked me around his kitchen, bouncing me on that
giant pillar he called a cock.  I couldn't help but feel every thick veiny
inch of his super penis as it punched me deeply in my guts time after time.
I feared and loved it in the same breath.

"Uhhgg..." I remember grunting everytime it sank into me ball deep,
burrowing a new passage to my innards.

"Oh my..." I heard Mr.Hue mumble, plunging himself in me hard and deep.  He
sound somewhat surprised that I was taking him so easily, but Satan had
prepared me well.

Mr.Hue had me facing the kitchen window. I could see my Mother across the
yard, standing near the shove preparing dinner as usual. Daddy came in and
kissed Mother neatly on the cheek. They exchanged a brief dialog, then
Daddy went to the back door and called my name. "it must be dinner time" I
thought to myself. Satan ran over to the ajoining fence, and barked
profusely at my Father, as if to keep him from disturbing his master and
me.  Dad tried to ignore the big-dog, but was obviously intimidated by him,
as was most people. Dad looked around, but saw no-sign of me, then he
turned around and went back into the house.

Mr.Hubert had me by the sink now, between the stove and the
refrigerator. My toes dangled somewhere near the bottom of the cabnet door
under the sink, my stomach resting on the sink's rim as he loosened his hug
and gripped my waist. He gained better leverage, and began to pound
terribly into my tight young bottocks, making me bite my bottom lip to keep
from moaning too loud as his and my parents kitchen widows lay open.

I could see my Father pick up the telephone off the wall, and begin
dailing. I knew he was calling my best friend Jimmy Thomas from down the
street to see if I were there playing games and reading comics. Seconds
later I saw him hang up and dail another number, I saw my Mother get a
worried look on her face. Mr.Hue was shoving his entire cock in and out of
me again. Satan's doggy-cum leaked from my poor abused hole on every
plunge, coating his cock and making it slide slicker and faster.

"Thats it!" I heard him yell, as he fucked me harder and deeper, banging my
ass with uncontrollable passion, much wilder then his animal had.

"Oh thats it Martha, take it in that cunt baby! OOOOOOOOOooooohhh....." he
bellowed, shoving his long tool into my deepest untouched unreached
bowels. I felt his cock twitch, jump, pulsate, throbb, tremble and then
shoot thick load after load of rich, potent, chunky human cum all over my
super heated and stuffed innards. The sperm sputted and splatter my insides
like the sparkling end of a roman candle. I felt complete satisfaction
knowing I was responsible for the climaxs of both Dog and his Owner. I had
2 huge loads of cum in me from 2 of the most unlikely canidates for
lovers. A mean old man and his dog.  In my frenzied andolesant state, I
creamed prematurely for the first time without touching myself all over
Mr.Hue's cabnets. My tightened puckering anus sucked every ounce of cum his
softening prick had to offer.

I was disappointed when Mr.Hue pulled out. His rubbery dick plopped out of
my wet leaky hole like a cork.  He smiled at me briefly for the first time
ever, making me wonder for the first time if those were his real teeth, or
dentures like with my baby-sitter ole Mrs. Corbin.

"We'er going to keep this between us aren't we Mikey? This'll be our little
secret right?" he asked, losing his grin and awkwardly shoving his moist
leaky cock back into his pants.

I nodded "yes", for some reason, I still hadn't found my voice to speak to
him aloud yet.

"Good. he said, picking my clothes up from the floor for me.  "Then maybe
you can come over afew night a week.....uh, for Satan's sake." he added.
"Once an ole dog gets a taste for sex, he wants it often." he told me as I
dressed.

Again I nodded, wondering if he meant Satan, or himself.

Mr.Hue walked me out to the fence. He had to keep Satan at bay because the
dog kept sniffing my butt and trying to hump my leg. He held Satan back,
and helped me over the fence. My parents heard the barking and came to
investigate.

"Micheal...!-" my Mother yelled, looking at Mr.Hue, then at me.  "....where
have you been? You had us worried!" she said, knealing next to me and
patting my body down for injuries and/or bite marks.

"That would be my fault Catherine-" Mr.Hubert told my Mother, bringing a
gasp from her lips. Mr.Hubert had done nothing to my parents all these
years but complain about me making too much noise, laughing too loud,
playing too much, or leaving my toys around. Even when his nice wife was
alive.  "I had the boy do some work for me in my shed." he lied. My Dad was
first to reply.

"That was nice of you Son, but you could have called to let your Mother
know where you were. She was upset." he said, placing his hand lovingly on
my head and messing up my hair.

"I'm sorry Dad." I said, looking up at him and Mr.Hubert.  His cum was
starting to seap out and stain the seat of my pants and underwear.

"Go inside and wash up for dinner." Mom said, wrapping her sweater around
herself for warmth.  I dashed inside and immediately changed clothes,
hoping my Mom won't notice the cum stains in the back of my undies when she
did the laundry.

That wasn't the last time I saw Mr.Hubert or his Dog Satan, they'd both
spend many years after that fucking me. From grade school straight up
through high school. The summer I left home to go to college was the best,
Mr.Hue and Satan fucked me daily, knowing it would be a long time before
we'd get the opportunity to again. Mr.Hue and Satan were even present at my
wedding to Elizabeth, bring many cold stares from neighbors that just
didn't understand that a lack of sexual release can make anyone mean, man
or dog. I like to think I helped make both dog and owner nicer, gentlier
people.


I took my present over to the Hubert's house, and rang the bell. I heard
the familiar sound of a dog barking, and knew instantly it was big ole
Satan. The door opened, but to my surprise a young man stood before me.

"Can I help you?" he asked catching me gawking.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm looking for Mr.Hubert." I said.

"I'm Hubert." he answered. There had to be some mis-take.

"No-" I laughed somewhat nervously.  "-the Mr.Hubert I'm looking for is an
older man. About 70-75 years old.

"Oh, you mean Gramps-" the man said.  "-I'm Willy, his Grandson. I moved in
a couple months ago, to take care of him. His heath's been pretty bad
lately." he confided.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." I said sorrowfully. I was seriously hoping to
relive old times.  "I had something for him." I added, showing the gift
wrapped leash.

"Cool." Willy said, taking the gift.  "Wanna come in? I'll see if he's
woke." he offered.

I thought for a minute deciding to decline, when I took a second look at
the grandson with his sparking baby blue eyes, curly blonde locks, and his
muscular physique which was well visable under his baggy jeans and "wife's
beater" t-shirt.  "Yes, that would be nice." I said.