Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2007 12:03:04 -0500
From: cbru49@gmail.com
Subject: Bryce

All the standard warnings are in effect.  If bestiality, homosexuality and
other nonheterosexual stories and acts offend you, find your thrills
elsewhere.  If you are underage, go experiment until you find what does
thrill you and you become of age.  This story is a combination, sci-fi,
bestiality, homosexual, a tad of watersports and well who knows what else
may get involved.  No character in this story is based on anyone I know,
even Bryce is an unknown and I may be the only doggy boy I know willing to
admit my obsession with sci-fi. Contact me a cbru49@gmail.com

Bryce

Our ship was the only one within reach of Earth that was outfitted for
inter-galactic travel so Command Central ordered us to pick up the
delegation of Siriun arms dealers and return them to their home galaxy.
Command had located them through an optical message relayed through
Jupiter's highly regulated Grand Prism.  Although there are seven of the
ships like this one exploring the universe, Earth's leaders don't want
messages that expose our weaknesses sent beyond our planetary system.
Normally a ship our size wouldn't be within the gravitational pull of
Earth, but we had some electronic problems that needed highly sensitive
parts that we are unable to duplicate on board so we were parked by the
moon while the powers that be okayed the transfer.

My position on board is not that important, but I do have a clearance level
that allows me to handle any physical materials brought on to the ship,
Starsearch II.  Along with three security guards I was transported to
Galactic Command, I was to retrieve a XCR454BDW and return with the guards
and the Siriuns.  One of the electronic devices that was not working to
maximum efficacy was the trans-porter and as I rematerialized on the normal
landing pad in Command Central my feet were stuck in the pad up to my
ankles.  Although uncomfortable and discon-certing I knew that if I was
properly transported back to the ship I would once more be free of the pad
and my feet would suffer no long term effects.

I waited on the pad, in the pad?  The Siriuns and guards returned and we
stood waiting for the XCR454BDW to be brought to our location.  It was
abnormal for any of the people working in that enclave to leave long enough
to transport a part to Command Central so the messenger that carried secure
communications between enclaves was fitted with a special collar that held
the part and he was dispatched to us.  Earth has become so overcrowded that
there are few dogs allowed, those that are must work at least part-time.
The messenger between those secure enclaves was a young Irish Setter that
had been trained to follow the whistles that lead him to whomever was
expecting him.

Transporters could have done the same type of job, but the energy necessary
to move an object through Earth's gravity is much more than Command Central
wants to expend, unless security does not allow for other means.  The code
to unload a collar used on the setter would be sent directly to Starsearch
II, meaning that the dog would need to be transported along with us even if
it had died; the special collars attached themselves to the animals spine
and were not released by chopping them away.  It has always been said to be
dangerous to transport animals, first because they have trouble staying in
the one spot necessary to leave and second because they often move while
dematerialized.  You can teach humans not to move and you can try telling
an animal to stay but the initial discomfort is too much for most animals
to overcome.  Thus animals are generally only transported by themselves.
With our problems on board, a decision was made to risk a mass transport.

That is where this story really starts.  There are only seven tranport
portals available for use at any one time on Starsearch II.  The ship's
admiral sent word that one of the guards would stand guard while we
transported and would be replaced once we were back on board.  After the
electronics were repaired the guard would be tranported to the ship and we
would depart Earth orbit.  A sensible plan, but it didn't work.

My name was Staff Sergeant Nelson Farr.  I lived on Remus deck with about a
hundred other bachelors.  Each room on that deck had a set of bunks, that
meant that there were two men to a room but they seldom saw each other
unless they worked in the same area of the ship.  Our shifts are twelve
hours on and twelve off, seven days a week.  There is nowhere to go so what
good is time off except when you're orbitting a planet or spacestation?  I
had seen my roommate maybe five times in two years, each time I had been
laid up with a mild stomach bug, the only illness that seemed to affect
most of the crew.  He is Lieutenant Richard Whide.  We are about as alike
as two men can be without being twins, my mother even mistook us one time
when she was trying to locate me on the visicom.  We stand just shy of six
feet tall, the maximum for an intergalactic ship.  We both wear size
forty-six jackets and slacks with a thirty- one inch waist.  We are the
only two men on board with shocking red hair; I got mine from my father, he
got his from his Irish mother.

Each of the times I saw him he was naked, walking to or from the electron
shower that we shared.  That was the way we could have been differentiated
had anyone known.  Richard, do not call me Dick, had more abundant pubic
hair than I do, but he was also at least an inch shorter when soft.  What
that meant when hard I didn't know until much later.  I also had a perfect
impression of a set of ca-nine teeth on my left butt cheek and his was as
smooth as the day he was born.  When I'd signed up for flight school I
hadn't known that I wanted to have sex with other men, but the tests we had
to take to prove our mental health had spotted my desires.  You might think
that is not good for a young man hoping to represent his world throughout
the galaxies but you would be wrong.  After the first intergalactic ship
had a near mutiny because of the lack of compatible women for anyone other
than officers, Command Central had decided that rather than try fully
integrating the ships they would choose as many homosexual men as would
pass the tests.

We had the opportunity to mix and match much like men on Earth, Mars and
the moon could in their bars, restaurants and neighborhoods while at the
cafeteria, at work or in the game rooms.  One advantage being that no one
expects to find his life mate here, a second being that there is no
discrimination and seldom is there even a blunt turn down from the few
straight men on board; I've heard they are usually wiling to give sex with
a man a try unless they have a permanent partner.  In the four years I've
flown in space I have never heard one word of hatred expressed towards men
that have sex with men.  Of course guys being guys we do put each other
down by referring to size or nelliness, but that is com-petitive
comradeship not real hatred (intergalactic camp if you wish).

Hopefully you have a picture of my life on board, no love, but lots of sex,
lots of work and some friends.  My real life started back where I said the
story started.  The dog messenger did exactly what he wasn't supposed to
do, as he felt his body begin the process of dematerialization he moved to
my side.  I had heard rumors of part human part animal results of such a
movement, but stuck in the pad the way I was there was nothing I could do
to protect myself.  Fifteen and one half seconds later I found myself
looking my fellow travellers in the crotch.  I checked to see that my legs
had not sunk into the pad and all I could see were the hairy red legs of
the setter and two low hangers and a furry sheath.  I admit that I had once
been convinced to have sex with a boyfriend's police dog, that is why I
have an impression of teeth on my butt, but I wasn't expecting to be that
close to the setter.

My mind was functioning properly; however, I was having problems making my
body respond to the commands I was giving it.  There was seemingly a lot of
extra commotion in the transport room even after the guards and Siriuns
were escorted to the holding rooms.  I knew that the extra commotion had to
do with me, but what was going on perplexed me.  Finally, I was able to get
the four, red, hairy legs to carry me off the pad and to the officer
operating the transporter, that's when I saw that the ship's doctors and
two nurses were working on my human body.  Slowly, the realization that
Bryce and I had been intermixed in that fifteen and a half seconds crept
through my brain..  I really had a diffi-cult time believing that I was now
a dog, the previously mentioned boyfriend had kidded me about becoming a
bitch for his dog, but I didn't ever give it a ser-ious consideration after
the one experience with a knot lodged inside my ass for a half hour.

Standing beside the officer that was responsible for the malfunctioning
equipment many thoughts passed through my head.  The first thought was that
I would not be allowed to fly.  Funny how flying had preceded the thought
that my life was over.  And third, sex reared its head, rather I should say
that the joke about why does a dog lick his balls/cause he can, crossed my
mind and I had to try it.  No one in the room knew that I was actually
Staff Sergeant Farr, they all thought I was Bryce; I needed to leave
matters that way until I could figure out what I was going to do.  One
thing was certain, I wasn't going to let them ship me back to Earth.

Having taken a dog with a collar on board one other time I knew that the
chief engineer would have the code necessary to detach and unload it, so I
easily walked out of the transport room as the doctors and others
concentrated on my other body; all I needed to do was punch the right
buttons with my snout.  Communications with the transporter room had been
shut down immediately after the doctors had been called so the engineer
didn't know that the dog was not supposed to be wandering through the ship,
he probably assumed the human escort had stayed in the hall-way.  Shed of
the collar and my only duty on board, I headed to Remus deck and my cabin.
The differences in height between Bryce and Sargeant Farr's body kept me
off balance for the trip to Remus deck, though no one seemed alarmed by a
dog that was able to pick out the correct buttons on the lift: most dogs on
Earth were well trained so there was not any reason to be too surprised.

I had been paying more attention to how to walk and the new smells that
were filling my head than who was around me until about four decks above my
final destination an officer, that I knew loved getting his ass plugged by
his crew and dildos, stepped in front of me.  After he had turned to hit
the necessary buttons I decided that I would have a little bit of fun with
him and stick my snout in the crack of his butt.  In my human form I had
never been one to much like rimming other men, although I loved being done
almost more than anything else I'd ever experienced.  I found it alarming
that the smell of a man's ass had changed as much as I had, what had once
been easily identified as shit or gas I now mistook for the most glorious
of scents, a truly wonderful aphrodi-siac.  As the officer tried pushing me
away I inhaled deeply, hoping to savor the full bodied aroma of the man,
aware that the beginning of my cock was sliding out of the sheath.

If there hadn't been others in the lift I don't know what I might have
done, but I do know that the man would not have been able to stop me
without drawing a weapon.  When the lift hit my floor and I pressed between
the men to leave I sniffed both the officer and an offduty mechanic that
made the little bone slide even further out of my sheath.  All the changes
that were occurring to me meant little except that I knew that I might have
a harder time as a dog than as a man on Starsearch II.  All security on the
ship is managed by retinal scans, doors open, lifts go up and down, etc.  I
hadn't even thought about that the first time I stood on my hindlegs and
peered into a scanner expecting it to work, why it did was only apparent
when I was back in my room and getting a drink of water from the bathroom
sink.  The face I saw was 100 percent Irish Setter; but the blue eyes were
human, the only thing human about the image in the mirror.

There had been no reason for me to pay any attention to the time since I
was back, but now that I was in my cabin I saw that it was night.  Laying
on the lower bunk wearing nothing but his red and white socks was Richard
Whide, I wanted him.  I can't explain it, it might have been a desire to
recapture myself or I might have really found him attractive or he might
have been exuding sex.  Whatever explanation you like, I wanted to lick his
balls and ass and then fuck him.  While I was thinking that, my cock slid
out of its sheath as far as it would, before I swelled and grew a knot.  I
was torn, should I lick my own dick and balls hoping for a discharge of cum
or should I find out how my widely exposed roommate tasted.

For a few moments I lay down lapping at my cock and balls, reveling in the
ability, the taste and the feelings.  I had not moved far from the bunk,
and when Richard bumped my shoulder with his foot I got up and started
exploring his scents.  His feet and socks had the scent of freshness that I
had always con-nected with our shower so I thought he must have showered
before laying down.  Most of his muscular body had that same odor, but when
I had my nose close enough to his ball sac to differentiate the smell from
his ass I was grabbed by the allure and had no choice but to stop licking
at them and move up to digging my tongue into his asshole.  As sweet and
powerful as the smells had been the tastes, were even more enticing.  If I
could, have I would have kicked myself for passing on the opportunity to
lick so many assholes over the years.  I promised myself that I would make
up for lost time.

I had been lapping at Richard's blossoming slit with no other thought in my
mind when the sound of Richard moaning and groaning caught my attention.  I
thought I must be hearing him incorrectly, but the longer I listened to him
the more sure I was right. "Please, Nelson, harder and deeper.  More
Nelson, more.  Fuck me!  Please, fuck me!"  I couldn't believe what I was
hearing, why did he think it was my human tongue in his hole and why would
he want me to fuck him?  We had never spent more than those few days when I
was ill in each other's company, not an attractive picture, certainly not
one to build erotic dreams on.  Never once had there been anything pass
between us that would have given me the idea that he would like to have me
mounting him or that there might be a feeling for me deeper than casual
acquaintanceship.

There was no way I could squeeze myself under the top bunk and gather the
writhing man to me.  Life without hands and opposable thumbs was presenting
itself as difficult from the first hours.  Between pulling at the sheet
that covered the bed and clasping Richard around the waist I was able to
move his butt to where he hung over the edge of the bunk and without
warning plunged my three-quarters swollen cock into him.  Even the human
part of me found it difficult to override the natural tendency of the
canine to sink my cock in with one plunge and pump as hard as possible.

Oh Cerberus, was that idyllic!

Richard screamed as he woke to the invasion of his ass.  Yet, he did not
attempt to throw me off or reject the knot that was pounding at his man
cunt.  With every new plunge I knew I was getting closer to sinking in far
enough that I would have no choice but to tie with the man beneath me and
that need urged me to hump faster and harder.  As I felt the knot being
grasped by the muscles in the man my hind feet left the floor and it was
only by pulling against his waist with my front legs and crunching my body
in the center that I was able to keep any movement going inside him.

Anubis and Coyote, the flood of life pouring from my cock could have
repopulated the moon with your sons. Every spasm within Richard sent
another shock to the muscles that pushed the flow of sperm into the waiting
hole.  Unlike fucking with a human dick I felt like I could cum for the
remainder of the night and that I would be happy to do so.  The natural
desire of the setter to turn and fully block his sperm within the bitch won
out over any feelings of discomfort that I feared giving the man.  As my
dick moved into a reverse position and my knot was forced against the
sphincter I could not help but spew shot after shot of cum into him.  If my
knot wasn't pulsing in time with the shots of cum I might have believed I
was pissing.

With my brain scrambled by being put into a smaller head I'm having trouble
with a number of concepts, for now the most important being time.
Honestly, I can't tell you how long I stood with my ass facing the bitch I
had just fucked, what I can say is that the ripples flowing through his ass
slowed the possibility of my knot receding and my cock softening.  When he
finally let me pop out I wanted nothing more than to lay down.  The hard
metallic surface covered with a thin rough carpet was not going to be
comfortable enough so I climbed onto the pillow of the lower bunk and
carefully cleaned my cock and balls of the cum that had run out of the
bitch's ass.

There wasn't much extra room on the bunk, but Richard found a way to get
himself crammed into the space and not rest his head on my furry side.
Often during the time we slept I would fell either the top of his head or a
hand rubbing at my belly and once or twice massaging my sheath. The need he
had to get at my cock was nearly unbearable and as the lights rose in the
cabin I rolled onto my back so Richard was able to reach everything he
wanted.  Although I had mated with him and that often makes men and women
think they belong to the one mounting them I wouldn't have expected to see
Richard pushing himself up onto his elbows so he could reach my balls with
his mouth.  The mouth that was so like the one I previously owned, engulfed
both of my balls in one gulp.  Within seconds he was roughly running his
thick, pointed tongue over their tender surface and sucking and pulling on
them, hard.

It didn't take long for the bone that first protrudes from my sheath to
slide out and as Richard continued sucking on my balls to begin swelling.
Snoopy, Howard, Odie, I squirmed and squiggled to get the tip of my dick
closer to his mouth, I needed to sink it into his warm wetness.  It was
torture.  Precum started leaking on my fur.  Richard must have seen the
first drops form and drip, he slowly worked his tongue over the length of
my cock pushing against it harder than a man needs to do with another, but
hard enough that I could truly understand that he was attempting to make me
enjoy every second of contact.  Hard and ready to hump his mouth or ass my
hindlegs flailed at the air as his right hand continued the massage his
mouth had begun on my balls even when his lips began their downward plunge
on the dick that was actually longer than the one I'd had as a human.

Before I slept I had thought that mounting my roommate as a dog was the
greatest sensation, but as he moved downward on my cock without hesitating
until his lips were surrounding my knot was incredible.  I wanted to hump
but his hand held me pinned to the pillow, allowing him to make all the
motions necessary to work the tip into his throat and finally the knot past
his teeth.  As his tongue worked from side to side on my knot I felt gush
afer gush of cum exiting my shaft.  I hadn't slowed down or finished when I
felt an unfamiliar sensation against the lower-side of my tail.  Richard's
hand had left my balls and a finger was being inserted into my asshole,
Cerberus, it couldn't have been better.  The stream that was spewing into
his throat increased as bit after bit of the finger dug its way further
into me.

Having a finger wiggling in my dog ass was far better than the feelings
that I'd experienced the first time a man had tried stick his dick up my
ass as a human.  There was only one thing that I knew might be better and
worried that I would never have the chance to experience it again.  After
Richard drained my cum I did everyting necessary to make him roll onto his
back and expose his short, hard dick to my tongue.  I would have licked his
ass too, but I was trying to figure out a way to teach him that I, too,
would want that from him.

I spent the hours Richard was working adjusting to living the life of a
dog.  There were unique challenges for a dog on board a space ship, but
with a human brain I was able to overcome most of them quickly, others I
would need help to conquer.  The call to be on a lookout for a large red
dog had been playing over the ship's intercom throughout the night and
until shortly before Richard re-turned to the cabin.  I knew that his work
involved developing an intergalactic communicator, but hadn't thought that
he would bring it to the cabin to try with me.  As a procurement officer I
had sat through a long, boring presentation by the chief of communications
about the device they were devising the first year I was on the ship.  Now
three years later they had succeeded to some degree; there was not a full
range of interspecies communications possible, however if the other species
knew some human language they were able to decipher those words most of the
time.

Not surprisingly, I was hungry.  My human part knew that it had been at
least twenty-four hours since I'd had a meal, how long it had actually been
before we'd been mixed I didn't know.  I was going to need to wait until
the ship had left Earth orbit and sped up enough to leave the Milky Way
before I could show myself on board or I would be returned to Earth, which
I didn't wanted.  If I was going to survive until then, depended on
Richard's willingness to share his meals as food was not a word that I was
able to communicate.  I suppose I could withhold sex unless he feeds me,
but who knows if he'd understand that a dog could be blackmailing him for
food.  I needn't have worried, my roommate understood the needs of a big
dog and brought back a full meal, not the first rate food I was used to
eating but it was edible and filling.

After showing him that I was able to work the sink by myself and didn't
need a waterdish Richard let me join him in the electron shower.  The pulse
of annodes that I had always found slightly exciting as a human were less
so where I was covered in fur, but on my ass and balls the pulse could have
continued all day and I would have been happy.  Richard noticed my
preoccupation with having one of the jets aimed at my asshole and in a way
that I never would have imagined as a human bent down at my side and spent
time being sure that I was completely clean.  It was one of the challenges
I would find over the next few days that I would require help to overcome.
Instead of a retinal scan the showers worked off fingerprints and in my
present form I don't have them.

Richard was trying to coax me into bed when the announcement that the ship
would be powering up to leave orbit in ten hours was made.  I knew I almost
had it made and willingly gave myself up to Richard, but not in the way he
expected.  He was trying to wave his hard cock in my face, but I wanted his
ass and I wanted to fuck it.  He had sat down on the bunk with a quizzical
look on his face when I put my front paws on his shoulders.  At first I
thought he was going to refuse to suck my dick, but it only took a minute
for him to lower his mouth to the tip.  As soon as he had me swelling I
began pushing at him with my head until he got the notion that he needed to
roll onto his stomach.

Over the next hour or so I fucked him twice.  To keep him interested I
spent a good fifteen minutes eating my own cum from his ass, not a bad
desert.  For the next three days life was very much like that.  We had left
the galaxy before I poked my head out of the cabin and started wandering
around the places I had frequented as a man looking for sex.  Not that many
men are willing to put their dicks out where they have reason to fear the
teeth they see can bite it off in one move.  But believe me, there are men
that enjoy turning around and once properly primed with dog tongue will
spread their cheeks to take all of the dick a dog can offer, including the
knot: maybe, expecially the knot.

We'd been traveling for almost a month before Robert was able to calibrate
his device to translate any more of the sounds I made.  Although it helped
make my life easier it didn't do much for our sex life.  I know I would
have considered it extremely rude and offensive if a big red dog had asked
me to lick his ass, so I didn't say it but I did squat over his face while
licking his.  Either Richard didn't get the message or he was opposed to
licking my ass, just like I'd been when a human.

My life was very good, however with nothing to do but have sex, eat and
sleep I was getting bored.  The idea of doing what Bryce had done on Earth
was not too appealing, but it was better than sitting around the cabin
waiting for Richard to get off work.  It was also better than looking for
strange dicks and asses to lick in the stairwells.  For the first time
since I'd been on the Starsearch II as human or dog I was wondering if
there could not be a perfect partner for me.  I didn't even have an idea
what a perfect partner for my dog half or my human part might be.  Robert
was perfect for me in many ways, including the fact that with his
translator I could speak a few words.  The only other thing I knew about
the perfect partner was that he would need to enjoy my ass as much as I
enjoyed his.  I had managed to get Robert to insert his finger a few more
times over the month in space, but he hadn't fucked me and didn't act like
he was ever going to do it.

Word had spread through the Remus deck that there was a dog that licked
cock and ass.  Each day it seemed that there was another hard dick waiting
for me in one of the stairwells.  Although I was getting all the cum I
could lick up I hadn't found a single man that would stick his dick in my
ass.  It would probably have become repetitive if there weren't so many
different sizes and shapes of cocks, and distinct tastes for cum.  Finally
the boredom and repetiveness of my life becam too much and I followed
Robert to the work station where he spent his time monitoring space
communications while working on new devices.  There was nothing the Admiral
could do with me now except possibly put me off at the first space-station,
which would be even less equipped to deal with me.  Robert had left to
attend a meeting about the interference in communications being caused by a
passing meteor and I was passing the time by licking my balls when a man
that I recognized as the officer that organized all landing parties walked
into the workroom by himself.

Why, I'm not sure, but his eyes opened as wide as any I've ever seen.
Whether it was my hard dick that I was licking or just that the dog that
had been re-ported to be on the ship was in front of him I'll never know.
He knelt down to A.) pet me, B.)stroke my dick, C.) look for a collar, D.)
rub my jaw or E.) get closer and I saw that he too had become hard.  It's
tough to get hard in the uniform pants, the material doesn't give much and
will not rip, so unless you either have a tremendously tough dick or wear
your pants looser than required by regulations you're not getting hard.
What I saw approaching my face was at least nine inches of thick meat
pushing its way down the pant's leg.  That interested me enough that I
pushed my snout into his crotch, what happened next was better.  "Bryce,
you need to come with me.  I haven't had the chance to mount a dog in
years."

Those were the most wonderful words I'd heard since becoming a dog.  I
could have jumped up and licked his face, but I wanted him to know that I
understood what he was offering.  I pushed up my butt with my rear legs and
turned so the man could see the channel he would soon occupy.  After he
gave me the first section of his finger I stood up and took his hand in my
mouth and walked out of the room.  First Officer Jack Near was usually
stationed on the flight deck but that morning had come down to see Robert
because they were working together on the translator.  He was a bit
reluctant to leave the workroom without seeing Robert, but a slight growl
convinced him that going with me was the only choice.  I hoped that Jack
lived alone, most of the officers that had cabins on the Romu-lus deck did.
I had not spent much time there, a few afternoons with one or another
officer while I was still human but this was my first visit in more than a
year and things change on board when necessary.

I didn't much care where the First Officer took me, as long as there was
room for him to fuck me and room for me to fuck him.  I wasn't leaving his
side until we both had our fill of each other.  Jack was much more in line
with the size of most residents on the Starsearch II, he was about five
foot five inches, one hundred and twenty-five pounds.  The ship had been
commissioned through a joint venture between ten countries, so the crew was
very diverse.  Jack was a full blooded Apache, one of the three on board.

I didn't spend more than five seconds looking around his room.  The door
had slid shut and I moved to the side of his bed where I lay my head and
wiggled my butt at him.  It was the moment of truth, I needed to know if he
was being serious when he offered to fuck me.  I don't think he even gave
me more than one look before stripping off his uniform, just like Richard
he left his red and white socks on.  My tail was involuntarily wagging at
the prospect of being mounted and my dick was starting to poke out of the
sheath.  When I turned to see what he was doing I saw what I thought had
been nine inches must be more. It didn't matter how big it was, I wanted a
dick in my ass and it could have been fifteen inches long and I would have
been ready.

Jack had gotten done on his knees in the litle time we had been there and
surprised me by firmly attaching his lips to my ass and beginning to work
his tongue in and out.  The feeling that might have made Nelson Farr
weak-kneed, shot me full of adrenalin.  For the first time since becoming a
dog I heard myself whimper and whine, there was no doubt I was burning
inside with the need for Jack to mount me.  He was working so ambitiously
that I couldn't stand still.  I pranced and pushed back hoping that he
would get the idea that I was ready for him.  I guess he was being kind and
sensible, but as his dick head began heating my ass hole I could have
howled in delirium but he refused to be rushed no matter how much I tried
pushing back onto him.

All those stories we hear about ten foot poles the first time a boy gets a
man to fuck him would be as to nothing as Jack forced inch after inch of
his cock into my ass.  Once as a human I'd had a fist and half an arm up
inside me, but Jack's dick made me feel fuller than that and happier.  Only
when I felt his balls slap against mine did I think of humping.  He
wouldn't let me, with one hand he held onto the hair on my neck and with
the other he gently stroked my cock and knot.  Jack was more excited by
what was happening than even I was, after only a few strokes I felt the cum
that had been churning in his balls rushing up his shaft and coating my
gut.

Whether it's a dog-thing or I was anxious to get my cock in him I'm not
sure.  His dick had already begun to soften when I pulled away and
scampered behind him.  I don't think he expected me to return the favor,
but when I pushed on his shoulders with my front paws he willingly bent
forward.  I spent a total of eight laps with my tongue to his ass before
jumping on his back and plunging my dick directly into his ass.  I didn't
have to poke randomly because he had opened up wide when my tongue touched
him.  Until that day my human brain had ruled over the dog's body, but
having just enjoyed the fuck I had so desired I plunged into Jack in one
move and began humping hard.

I felt my knot pop into him and pop back out.  Never before had I known
that to happen, with Robert I could barely move once my knot was inside,
with the others that allowed me to mount them in stairwells it was the
same.  With Jack I poppped in and out for six or seven times before he
spread his knees and tight-ened the grip his ass had on me.  For the next
two hours we pumped all the cum we could make into each other.  The
beautiful sex we made me want to communicate more with Jack, so when I laid
my head on his shoulder and looked him in his big brown eyes he knew that I
was expressing some amount of affection.  With no words he pulled my head
to his and let our tongues cross and enter each other's mouth.

We spent the next week with each other every chance Jack had, he would go
to Richard's workroom and I would sit with my head on his leg or further in
his lap smelling his sexual equipment until we had the chance to be alone
and then he'd take the time to tell me about himself.  Everyday we spent
together I got closer to him, learning about his connection to his family
and his likes and dislikes.  Alone in his cabin he told me about his first
boy, man and the policeman's dog that took his virginity. At the end of the
week when Jack left the workroom to return to his cabin I gave Robert a
quick lick on his cheek and ran after Jack, no longer willing to split my
time between the two men.

He rushed to the restroom when we returned to his cabin and tugged his
pants down so he could piss.  As the steamy stream began I stepped to his
side and began lapping at the flow that I now will not allow him to waste
in the commode.  It was as I stood by him lapping up the salty waste that
Jack admitted loving me and I found that drinking his piss was the way to
tell him the same.

I have been allowed to live with him as long as I am willing to carry
messages the Admiral doesn't want broadcast over the intercom or through
the computer.  The work is easy, I carry less than one message a day.  The
love is wonderful as well as being unexpected and Jack doesn't demand that
I remain faithfully in his bed.  He brings an occassional man home for us
to share and doesn't get angry that I still wander into the stairwells when
bored.  I doubt he thinks I under-stand, but he has insisted that I don't
allow anyone else to mount me and I haven't and won't.