Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2010 06:36:16 -0800 (PST)
From: islandalleykat@yahoo.com
Subject: Dinner Date With A Twist Chapter 1

The following story contains different sexual acts between men and a male
animal.(dog).. If you don't like to read such a sexual story, then leave
this site now. The rest of you, sit back and enjoy! Love to hear your
comments on the story! E-mail me at the above address. Thank you! Boone

Dinner Date With A Twist by Boone St James

 When the big blond man, who was 15+ years older than I, asked me out to
dinner, I was very glad because we had cruised each other and finally
struck up a conversation the last time we were both in our favorite
Thursday night bar, "Bangers."  That bit of dialogue came after we had
stalked each other for an hour or more, inside and on the back patio.  I
was standing by "the dick tree", an oak that had had five bottom branches
sawed off and the thick part had been carved into huge dicks.  As I drank
my Miller Lite, I wondered where the object of my attraction had gone.
"Does this mean that you're looking for dick"? I heard him say as his big
hands grasped my waist and turned me to face him.  "I guess it must" I
replied as I took another drink of my beer.  "I must tell you that I have
truly enjoyed doing the Bangers tango with you, but decided it was time for
our close-up and setting up stage two of our relationship."  "Are we
already in a relationship"? I asked him.  "Almost," he said as he pulled me
into the most delicious kiss I had returned in a long time.  After making
out for a long, wonderful time, he asked if I would go to dinner with him
Saturday night.  That was my big club night in 1972, but "Yes," I would
love to.

Friday I got a hair trim, had my eyebrows and lashes dyed, got a manicure
and pedicure and stopped by my boss/mentor/daddie's mansion in Royal Oaks
for dinner.  He and his partner (my ex-lover/little brother/fuck buddy)
both thought I was headed out on the town after dinner, and being a
mysterious young man, I said nothing to change that assumption.  I just
wanted to find out if either of them knew anything about my Saturday night
date, but they didn't.  "I hate to tell you this", X told me, "but if we
don't know him, he can't be worth knowing."

I always, for the most part, felt that the opposite was the case, as these
two, as a duo, were such bright and shining stars, that nobody made it
through their social force-field unless invited and escorted.  Come
Saturday morning I was at

Neiman's shopping for the most perfect date outfit.  My buddy's partner, my
boss, was a most generous, money-in-the-pocket, man I had ever known.  If
we were also sexually linked, that would be expected, but we just enjoyed
each other's company and he liked the fact that I liked clothes and always
looked "better than most fairies."  He also liked that I was "the most
reliable fairy" he had ever met, which is why he hired me to manage his
office downtown.

Saturday night at 6:30 I was at Jordan's, my date's house, for cocktails.
While we were standing in his sunroom looking at the back garden and pool,
a huge and very beautiful Siberian Husky ran up to the French doors,
jumping up and barking.  "This is my big guy Samson" he told me.  "I'm glad
he's out there" I truthfully responded.  "Oh he's a brute all right, but
very loving and affectionate.

I'll introduce you after we go to dinner," Jordan told me.

Dinner was very good, we both saw people we knew and enjoyed getting to
know each other.  I was very surprised to find out that he owned one of the
best beauty salons that catered to many of the social butterflies of the
city.  Finally, around 9:30 we headed to his Eldorado convertible and to
his lovely house on East Boulevard.  Before we had finished our first round
three drink, Jordan was getting comfortable and aroused.  After some
passionate making out, our naked bodies were linked in the best possible
way: His 9" thick cock-head popped between my beautiful buns and started
singing a sultry tune to my inner self.  That man had the moves that could
drive your senses to the brink, which he loved to do -- over and over and
over again until he let out a yell and I felt heavy spurts of delicious cum
entering my love tunnel with reckless abandon when, "Woooooh"!  I shot out
enough cream to take care of morning coffee for a small army.

"Let's have a cigarette and another drink out by the pool he directed.
When I hesitated he said, "Not to worry, I'll put Samson in the sun room
while we're outside."  I held his drink while he went out and brought the
big beautiful animal inside.  He sniffed my crotch and ass and tried to
break away from Jordan.  I quickly exited to the back yard.  We settled by
the pool, both necked and feeling our drinks.  We smoked, drank, made out
and finally ended up in the pool.  At some point, my host got out of the
pool and let Samson outside again and he immediately ran to the pool and
began running around it, barking very loud.  "The neighbors are not going
to like all of that noise at whatever time it is" I cautioned him.  With
that he turned to the dog, pointed the index finger of his right hand at
him and very sternly said, "quiet or you'll go back inside."  With that,
the barking stopped but the running round and around the pool did not.

Jordan went back inside and I sure hoped the overly excited dog couldn't
swim.  That's when I noticed his pink doggy dick exiting his shaft as he
ran around and around the pool.  His master returned with fresh drinks for
us.  Once I had finished this one I was really feeling light headed and
beyond fear of the big beautiful animal circling the pool and making me
dizzier.  So, I finished the drink, put the plastic glass on the edge of
the pool and climbed out.  Immediately, Samson was on me.  His front legs
were on my shoulders and he was licking my face.  "Easy boy," Jordan said
as he got out of the pool.  He came up behind me and put his left arm
around my dripping waist, his hand found my protruding nipples and pulled
on them while his right hand rubbed Samson's big head.

Samson jumped down and started licking both our bodies with the frenzy of
Puberty at an orgy of Acolytes.  "Boone, get down on your hands and knees
on the grass" Jordan ordered.  As soon as I obeyed, Samson was on my back,
his big legs around my waist like a vice and his big claws scratched my
smooth skin, which I was not, at the moment, comfortable in.  That now
fully extended pink doggy dick was poking away at my buns when POP(!!) it
found the opening and Samson was in and pounding the shit out of me!  Damn,
I had been rough-fucked before, but never like this.  "Make me a SamBoo"
Jordan kept commanding and then he got on the grass, on his back and slid
under me like a mechanic sliding under a car to check things out.  Suddenly
my dick was in his mouth and my date(s) were having their way with me and I
was so nervous/delighted/drunk/excited that it wasn't long before I shot a
big load of cum down Jordan's throat while Samson kept slamming his growing
dick inside me deeper and deeper.  Then I felt a POP inside my prostrate
and reacted "Woah, what's that"?!  "That would be his breeding knot popping
out to make me a SamBoo", Jordan responded.  Now I really FELT the big
husky inside me and it wasn't all that pleasant.  What started out as a
long pink shaft was growing really big and full.  Instinctively I tried to
pull away from the pain, but that monster was now stuck inside me.

"Relax", Jordan said as he placed his big dick in my mouth.  "Think about
this, suck on it baby."  Now Samson began to twist behind me.  His big left
leg came over my back and suddenly we were locked together ass to ass.
"Relax Boone, suck my dick baby; good boy Samson, good boy.  Before long, I
had another gusher of hot man-cum flowing into my stomach like I had never
felt before; more and more, until it began leaking out my ass, then Jordan
exploded a big load down my throat and I was painfully aware that I was
getting the best of both worlds (in my opinion, in 1972).  Samson's big
breeding knot didn't go down enough for him to pull out of me for a good
and painful 20-minutes.  First he licked my excessively fucked and juicy
asshole clean and then laid down and licked his dripping dick and sweaty
balls.

"You better spend the night Jordan said to me."  "Okay" was all I could say
as he picked me up and took me into the pool house and laid down with me on
the bed.  He kissed me and stroked me until I passed out from all the drink
and passionate exchanges with man and beast that amazing night.  The next
morning I awoke to find Jordan was not there, but Samson was.  He was
standing and staring at me with that "brace yourself" look in his animal
eyes.  This time I was stone sober and reacted to him just like I would
react to you.  "Come on you fucking animal, jump on my ass and make me your
bitch again"!

Yeah, I became a regular at the house of Jordan and Samson until I moved
away.  Then I would go back for a visit a couple of times a year -- wished
it could be more.  Who knew?  Now you do.  Beyond the animal lust of the
male human, there's the human heart and soul that makes life worthwhile,
but I will always order a combination plate whenever I can.  Keep checking
this "Nifty" link on Silver Daddies for more Boone St James stories to
share with you real soon.


Talk to me at islandalleykat@yahoo.com and share your stories, ask me anything
and I will share some poetry with you also if you like.  Don't fix your
male animal, take good care of him at home and you'll never be alone.
Woof!  Boone