Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 14:17:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: bryan m <farmlandbb3@yahoo.com>
Subject: Doggn My Foosteps - (Skyscraper 2)

Park near my house is good for jogging, and sometimes
its good for a bit more. Heavily wooded, lots of
trails, some not used very much.  If I go at about the
time the sun goes down and I'm lucky I sometimes meet
some guy who understands that nothing makes a run
better for me than an opportunity to drop my shorts
and and let him have at me. If I like it and if he
likes it too we can meet up sometime later for a
repeat, or not. A pretty informal my face or yours
kinda arrangement.

The park isn't really a hookn up park, but gay guys,
and guys who just want to fuck a young dude for the
hotness of it are around.  I meet them often enough -
well not often enough, but sometimes.  So once I am
jogging down the trail by the stream when I meet a guy
I know, trailin his dog on a leash.  Big fella, with a
powerful body. Nice temper, long legs, short hair. And
as I know from experience, long tongue and long dick.
Both of them.

My heart sinks and my dick rises.  I mean, he has been
after me and after me to let his dog knock off a piece
of me outside.  I have let the dog have me in his
apartment a couple of times, but outdoors is a lot
riskier and scarier.  But really tempting.  I could
use some right now.

When we pull even, I continue joggin in place, try to
indicate that I want to move on.  This is true and a
big lie. I want to get bred to his dog. Major need
tonight.  Wouldn't mind letting him do the deed,
either - usually prefer it, but not tonight. But I
don't want to be a shameless public display again. Guy
in the highrise says anytime I want we can do a
repeat. But only in front of a window at night or when
the sun is setting.   I am not ready for the exposure.
 Zoo boi performance art can wait awhile.  Watchin a
dog swing on a boy's back porch is not everybody's
cuppa tea.   Being regarded as a depraved beast slut
is not all that high on my list of additions to me
self image, either, although it makes me hot to
realize that people who saw me will think of me that
way. And they are right - I mean I was a beast slut
that night, anyway. But mostly I am just an almost
normal guy - very horny, who really likes other guys.
Wants a lot of action with them. Flexible and
agreeable with other guys. Bottom, top, my bubble
butt, their bubble butt, pound me, suck me, whatever.
And............ abit more. Like dogs, and really like
to bottom for them. Never ever want to top them.  So
not much like most gay guys, really - who don't
understand a weakness for dogs any more than anyone
else who doesn't have the itch. I have sexed with a
fair number of guys here, often much more than once.
And we meet when joggin. Wouldn't want one of them to
push through the bushes in search of action to
discover me letting nature take a startlin course.
Could get in the way of my natural bad behavior.

After the guy in the high rise apartment, my need for
dog has gone unsatisfied except once, so I am readier
than I should be. Much readier. A month and a half
without it seems a long time.  When my parents are
home its difficult to smuggle one or the other of our
dogs in to satisfy a horny teen's needs, and they have
been home the whole time the last couple of months.
Except for one weekend, when I managed to let both of
our dogs have some fun in one night. Why waste the
opportunity for some zoo fun, right? Who knows when my
next time will arrive? But I was really sore after
that, even though I let 4 hours go by between rounds.
You take two knots in one night and see if your ass
isn't majorly wrecked.  I mean, I felt great while it
was happening, but afterwards - well my ass felt like
the BART tunnel.

Streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetched wide open and capable of
takn trains all day long. Very sore, though.

So this guy is after me for some in-the-bushes
beastboi stuff. He is pretty damm good lookin, and he
knows what the inside of a gym can do for you.  Nice
and tight, and enthusiastic when he is working the two
of us out. Dog is pretty enthusiastic too. You know
you are under them when you are. But this is a public
park, not a hook up place, and I am a noisy fuck, most
of the time. I moan, yelp, whimper and plead.  I make
sloppy noises if my face is fucked.  So this park is
maybe not such a good idea for doin dog outdoors.

He is getting pushy and grabby, cups my crotch, pushes
his hands into the back of my shorts and fondles ass.
On the trail.  So I get annoyed and angry. I pull away
and push him away - hard.  This turns him on.  But I
don't leave.  So he starts talking about a place he
knows where no one will be able to see us or hear me.
Talks about how he knows how much I like having my
package licked.  Says the two of them will both do the
honors.  Promises to stuff my mouth full, while his
dog takes care of humpn my ass. I decide to just say
yes since I have pitched a tent so tall that anyone
will notice it, even the blind, and since it hurts to
move around with it.  If I really intended to say no,
I would have just jogged on.  I feel ashamed, horny,
eager, and really frightened. Ready for it. So might
as well get it on and over with.

He leads me up the trail, my bone rubbing hard against
my shorts.  I keep thinking about bitching for his
dog, so its not going down, but it does hurt cuz its
bent at a painful angle and I am afraid someone will
notice it.  Several people jog by, and at least 2 of
them do.  They smirk.  Probably think that I am going
with the guy - and I am, just not ONLY the guy.

We reach a place where there is a faint trail and he
pushes me through the bushes.  Then follows, gets
ahead and orders me to come along behind him.  I do.
After we get a few dozen yards from the trail I stop
and take off my running shorts.  The hardon problem
really was annoying.  So now I have my tee shirt and
some shoes and sox on. Nothing else.  We go for quite
a distance, up hill, maybe a 1/4 of a mile or more,
till we come to a ledge behind some bushes.  He pushes
through the bushes and there is a hollow place with a
cliff on one side, a hard packed dirt floor, and thick
bushes screening views. I have a minor scratch on my
leg, and a major hard on, but otherwise its all right.
 He orders me to strip.  I look around.  Can't see
anything except a plane flying over head.  I listen.
I can hear joggers, but they are faint and I can hear
the plane. Its landing, so I hope the passengers can't
see me either now or in the near future.  So I strip.
Wants my shoes, sox, watch, and bracelet off, too.  I
take them off. Put them on a rock.  Wants me on my
knees.  I get on my knees.  He pulls his running
shorts down in front and shoves his dick in my mouth.
I can throat him in one go, and I do.  Let him fuck my
face, give him head.  Like the feel of drool and
pre-cum leaking down my chin and onto my legs.

Then its on to all fours.  The dog knows the drill. I
start smooching him, running my tongue into his mouth,
and suckin on his tongue.  I run my one hand over his
body while I balance on the other hand. My hardon is
standing straight up against my belly. The guy, Toby,
starts munching my ass big time.  Tongues me, slobbers
on me, spits in my crack.  He didn't expect to see me,
I didn't expect to meet him, so no lube between us.
This may be REALLY painful.  He eats like a wildman,
however, and does a reach around and starts getting my
pre-cum to lube me up. His pre-cum, mine, his spit.
He works fingers in to me. Then munches some more.

I get the dog to move around so I can suck him. Want
him as moist and sloppy as can be.  This works pretty
well. I even throat him, kinda, once or twice. Then
its around behind me, up on my back, and in. AND IT
HURTS LIKE FIRE.  But once a French Mastiff takes you,
there is no going back. They are small for Mastiffs,
but not small dogs.  He fucks me, fucks me, fucks me -
hard and then harder.  Grips my sides hard, I know
there will be scratches tomorrow - cuz there are
scratches now, I can feel them. Toby holds my nose
closed, I open my mouth cuz I need to breath and he
shoves my shorts into my mouth and tells me to bite
down to keep them in. Releases my nose.  Just in time.
 Knot goes in. Not a HUGE knot, but pretty big.  My
eyes roll back in my head, I may even pass out with
pain for a second.  Then it feels better.  THEN IT
FEELS JUST FINE.  I get pumped full. When he turns, my
knees get scrapped up a bit on the gravel, as he pulls
at me.  Takes Toby a minute to get him under control.
10 - 15 minutes later pops out and Toby slides his
fingers in. I am sloppy and gushy, and he wiggles his
first, then his second, then his third finger around
while he sucks my dick. Swallows every drop when I do
my load, then comes around and makes me suck him till
he cums in my mouth. After the dog is out, and Toby is
finished geysering into my mouth, I stay on all fours
and kinda get down in a lower position. Now if I look
under the bushes I can see guys (and some girls
running past) but a long way off.  I just crouch there
feeling the wind blow up my butt and feeling the pain
in my knees. I decide to wait till dark to come out.
But I put my clothes on and slump against the rock
feeling fucked and full. Toby and his buddy leave, but
I won't yet. Wobbly and weak in the knees. When it is
dark I carefully go back to the main trail and make my
way towards the parking lot and my car.  On the way I
encounter one of my regulars.  We go into the bushes
and suck each other off.  Third load of the evening
into me, this one down my throat, like Toby's.

Frenched, filled, fucked, and forgotten.  Toby and his
Mastiff left me to fend for myself after they had me.
Of course, in a dry forest park you can't smoke a
cigarette after, while I lie there all sparkly eyed
and happy while I imagine Michael Phelps starring in I
Married a Mastiff (cuz I REALLY doubt that Michael
Phelps shares my tastes in guys or dogs)and who wants
the damm forest to go up in flames?  But I kinda wish
they had stayed.  He claimed he was already late for
dinner with friends.  I claimed that I had put out for
him and his dog and deserved the company.  He invited
me over on the weekend and said dinner would be after
the first time but before the second. Maybe.  We will
see.  Too close to the weekend to know whether my ass
will have recovered by then.

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Again, comments, criticisms, suggestions welcome. Even
encouraged. B