Date: Mon, 18 Oct 2010 19:09:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: islandalleykat@yahoo.com
Subject: Dinner Date With A Twist - 6

Dinner Date With A Twist #6

Well animal lovers, once you have bitched it up with the big dogs, as time
goes on, you will get your 'retirement dog'.  As my first stud was Samson
the BIG husky, I had always focused on them at each and every kennel club
show I had attended over the years.  One of the breeders/handlers was
Robert Peebles who had a kennel and a few acres of land outside of Houston.
When I retired from my 'day gig' and headed to the coast, Robert gifted me
with a beautiful silver and black and white male husky that was the biggest
of the litter.  His dad was so much like Jordan's Samson, that I had always
loved being around him and getting aroused as I tricked down 'memory lane'
while admiring the big beauty.

No, I had not shared my 'sordid' past with Robert, because we never became
'that' close, just show-up-for-the-show buddies who occasionally went to
dinner.

I had purchased a delightful raised bungalow close to the beach in a
neighborhood that was a nice black/white/Hispanic/Asian mix, with a school
and a church close enough to keep the prostitutes and druggies away, but no
houses on either side of me.  There was also a one room apartment over the
two-car garage.

First of all, I had to come up with a name for my beautiful little husky
and after all was hashed and rehashed, nothing would do but SAMSON II.  I
knew that I was going to put my gay genes to work for some 'daily bread'
income by opening an island interior design business, and my first job was
to make my bungalow an eye-catching beauty.  After all the work was done,
the colors were dark blue, lime green, pink and beige, but subtle for such
a colorful pallet.  Hey mon, I'm an Islander now and 'tastefully colorful'
is going to be my signature.  I added a tile courtyard and made the back
yard/garden secure with a 9' fence and a small pool and pool house/studio
beside the pool, between the house and the garage.  After eight or nine
months, the plants I had added to the landscape were big and healthy and
Samson was also bigger and healthier.

Given my 'bent', we had always had a physical relationship.  In the house
and in the back yard, I was always necked and Samson's tongue loved every
nook and crook of my still youthful (for my age) body.  When doggy-puberty
caused the pink 'Isaac' (shaft) to grow as we touched and played, I went to
Lafitte's Leather and had a fuck-vest made to protect the skin from the
claws.  Then the 'play' got more focused on 'Isaac' and training Samson in
the art of 'man-bitch' sex.  He was a quick learner and his lover-teacher
was loving the 'back to the future' time travels of Samson and St James.

The first time we 'went all the way' was impure JOY for me and a lock on
the way big dog fucking would always be for Samson: Man in black leather
top, on his knees with Samson fucking his brains out and always believing
that this was the way it was supposed to be: "I am Samson the magnificent,
feel me GROW; give me some ass and be my bitch-hoe"!  I had a couple of
Miller Lights and took a swim.  Samson was used to me in the pool, but his
instincts had him more aroused that day.  He was running around the pool
and barking and I let him.  With 'Isaac' in full view, I got out of the
pool and began to dry off.  Samson was jumping up on me and with his front
paws on my shoulders, I stroked that doggy dick and felt pre-cum on my
hand.  I wanted him to get real hot, so I put my motions in slo-mo.  I got
another Miller's and came out of the house with the 'virgin' vest on so
Samson would learn to connect it with a hot fuck.

Now he was sniffing my 'doggy door' and licking the opening to his first
bitch-man fuck.  Now his 'bitch' was fully aroused and wanting IT so bad.
Like an Aggie at The Chicken Ranch, he was hot to trot and awkward in his
lust.  As soon as I got down, his front paws locked around my leather
covered back and chest and 'Isaac' was beating on the doggy door.  I added
some lube and guided him to the opening.  WHAAM!!!  'Isaac' was IN, Samson
was ON and there was interior growth of the best kind.  I shot my load and
shouted with great joy.  When his breeding knot popped for the first time,
I could feel his young/big dog glee as he pounded and almost killed this
bitch.  When I was locked to 'Isaac', Samson kept pounding and pounding my
ass and I prayed I would live to enjoy the days to come/cum.
Finally/thankfully, instinct kicked in and Samson twisted over and behind
me and we were mercifully locked ass to ass.  Then, oh/oh/oh OMG a tsunami
of hot, molten doggy cum erupted and flowed through me, leaking out my ass
(my mouth, my ears, my eyes) and onto the rubber tarp that was there to
catch that first flood of white, juicy doggy and bitch-man cum.  We were
locked for around 15-minutes before 'Isaac's' pride quit swelling and we
were no longer one with nature.  As soon as we were two again, Samson
licked and licked and licked me from head to toe (especially the new-found
ASSet) and finally he rested and licked himself clean.  Then I turned on
the outside shower and we got in it together and I soaped and massaged us
real good before a long and fun rinse.

Wow, Samson is back (reincarnated) and St James is still here, older and
still full of fire.  By the time we met Brady 22, our 'STUDio' was well
broken in and he kept his paws and tongue off of me (or anyone else) unless
I gave him the signal.

Brady '22' as I lovingly refer to him, is a young man of 22 years who came
from Colorado to study medicine at the Island university.  He approached
Samson and I at the beach one day and 'we' decided to invite Brady over for
dinner.  It was Friday and would, forever more be known as 'good Friday.'
The date was set for Saturday at 7pm and my friends Andrew and Basilio came
over Saturday and prepared the meal for me to pop in the oven so it would
look like I also knew how to cook.  Not my call, and I gave them full
credit.

Brady is small in build but strong because he has always worked out to
insure that he can 'stand up' to anything and anyone.  He is also a cutie
pie, oh my.  At 6:59, the door bell rang and I opened the door to a cute,
smiling face topping an 'Island U' T-shirt and Levi 501's restraining a
sizeable crotch-mobile all revved up and ready to rip.  He had the
prettiest feet and I noted that they needed some sagged foot-fetish
attention.  Although Samson was as calm as I had taught him to be, I could
tell by his body language that he was so anxious to have this young (soon
to be) 'bitch' all to himself.

Drinks and dinner were slow and choreographed.  I wanted Samson and Brady
to be overly turned on before the big animal had the eager youth.  Brady
wanted to know all about me and Samson and I filled him with stories
designed to get him even more excited.  He had already shared with me, at
the beach, his fantasy of having sex with a big dog, and that he 'imagined
Samson would be perfect because he is so big and strong.'  By the time we
finished dinner, I was at full arousal and ready also.

I put on my Isaac Hayes "Shaft" CD and started making out with Brady.  He
is a great kisser, like myself, and although Samson wanted some tongue
action, I did not invite him in.  As we kissed, we undressed each other.
Brady was lean and quick and I get no complaints for a 'gentleman of a
certain age with great reflexes'.  Now I've got Brady's 9½ inches in my
mouth and he is moaning and touching me all over.  Samson is standing now,
but not doing what he wants to do to both of us, without my permission.
Suddenly, young Master 22, has maneuvered me to my back, with my feet in
his hands, my legs skyward and his torpedo is poised for launch.  Wooah!
Yeah!  I'm an exercise machine and my ass is getting a workout that has
Samson yelping with jealousy and me with joy!!

Just when I think that Brady is about to explode inside me, he pulls out,
leaps forward and almost chokes me with an eruption that has me gasping for
air.  I would have given Samson the signal but was afraid he would batter
the boy too much so I let this heated moment have some breathing room
before continuing.

Brady and I took a shower together and I held him on the sofa while we had
another drink.  Samson was taking an involuntary time out on the floor in
front of us.  After we started making out again, I got up and got the black
leather vest and strapped Brady in it.  That's when it kicked in that his
first time as this beautiful dog's 'bitch' was about to enter the
'his-story' books.  Samson knew full well what the vest meant and 'Isaac'
was growing in anticipation.  I held Brady's face in my hands and kissed
him.  I told him what to expect, but knew all the words in the book could
not prepare him for the full thrust of an overly excited assault from big
Samson.  I kissed him again, long and deep and gave Samson the long awaited
signal.

I braced Brady as Samson mounted him and "OMG" and various other
exclamations came out of Brady's young mouth.  Samson's front legs had a
vice grip on his leather encased torso and 'Isaac' was trying to break down
his back door!!!  I added lube and guidance and "AAAAAH!!"  Samson was IN
there and pounding the hell out of this new bitch's breeding hole.  As
'Isaac' grew, Brady yelled and Samson barked and I cheered.  When the
breeding knot popped, young Mr. 22 let out another "OMG, I don't think I
can take this!!"  I assured him that he could and would and began talking
'the talk' to he and Samson.  When Samson felt there was no more pounding
room left in this young bitch, he stopped and twisted on him.  Now Brady
was doing the cutest/hottest commentary on the whole thing and marveling at
being locked to Samson's now huge dick.  The 'shaft' began to explode and
doggy-cum flowed inside Brady and the commentary continued while I slid
under him and relieved him of another humongous load of boy-cum while doggy
cum leaked out of his now very, very well fucked and beautiful buns.

After soaking in a hot tub with Epsom-salts, I massaged Brady's battered
body and took him to bed and held him all night while Samson lay on the
floor beside the bed.  The next morning it was decided that Brady was going
to live in the garage apartment and his 'rent' would be my donation to his
further education.



If you like Boone St James' story, tell him at islandalleykat@yahoo.com.  He
might put you in print and heat also.