Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2003 17:42:14 -0500
From: Allen Baker <sambrubag@fast.net>
Subject: Dogs In The Park

     I loved to wander the park and watch the men.  Rumor has it that the
park is great for gay cruising.  And it probably is I'm just too reserved
to approach anyone.  So mostly I wander and eye up all the males.
     It was the first sunny day in early April, and the late afternoon
landscape was dotted with people eager to shake off the last of the
winter's cabin fever.  I sat at a picnic table and watched the coming and
going.  A car stopped, and the driver opened the door.  Before he could
swing out, two dogs bounded onto the grass.  The boxer sprinted circles and
figure eights, obviously ecstatic for the occasion to romp.  The petite
dachshund darted about on stubby limbs trying to catch up to the last place
it had seen its friend.  The result was a comedy of starts and stops and
direction changes as the boxer tumbled about at top speed.
     From the woods came a lady with a young black lab on a leash.  The
boxer abruptly stopped and stared.  Then he made an all-out dash for the
lab.  His owner shouted ignored commands and took off in a sprint to
intercept him, followed by the panting dachshund.  The two dogs met in a
sudden sniffing match. Then the boxer circled and mounted the lab.  The lab
whimpered but didn't put up a fight as the boxer plunged in and humped
away.  By this point, both owners were working at separating the two, but
the dogs had their own needs to fulfill.
     I was close enough to have lent a hand, but frankly I was enjoying the
show.  Spring.  Sex.  Rutting in public.  Suddenly, I had urges of my own.
I envied the lab being mounted by such a dominate male.  And wondered how
dominate the boxer's owner might be.
     Eventually, the boxer relieved himself into the lab and, satisfied,
immediately lost interest.  Off he loped, leaving his master to try to
appease the outraged woman who finally stomped off in a huff.  By that
point, the boxer had found his way over to my picnic table and sat
contentedly by my feet while I scratched his ears.  His owner watched the
retreating lady's back for a couple of seconds, then began looking for his
delinquent dog.  When he spotted us, he slowly trudged over with the
dachshund at his heel.  They plopped down with us.
     "Shit, Mutt, how much more grief are you going to cause me today?"
     Since Mutt wasn't about to respond, I did.  "At least she didn't
demand your name and address.  She can't sue or send vet bills without
that."
     At last he smiled.  "Guess you're right there."
     "And what can we expect from a horny guy in spring?"  I gave mutt
another playful scratch on the head.  "We're probably all ready for a quick
rutt.  He's just lucky he can get away with it in public."
     Now an outright laugh.  "Fuck, yes."
     "Guess we'll just have to find some privacy."  I'd been studying this
guy and was ready to have him jump on my bone any day, so why waste time
beating about the bush?  "Your place or mine?"
     His startled look gave way to an even bigger laugh.  "God, what took
you so long to ask?"  He was eyeing me up and down.  He focused in on my
expanding crotch.  "I guess my place, cause it's not far, and the dogs
would probably destroy yours.  And I don't think either one of us wants to
wait longer than necessary, so let's move."
     The three of us sprinted to his car, the boxer winning the race.

                             * * * * *

     As soon as he latched the door behind us, we flung ourselves at each
other.  Passionate, hard kisses.  Tight, fast hugs.  Roaming, grasping
hands.  Next thing I knew, we were in a nude tangle on the rug with mouths
sucking on each other's rods.  Then he rolled me over and started nuzzling
on my hole.  He sucked and licked.  His tongue probed and darted about.
Soon I was moaning and breathless.  I wanted this man to abuse me the same
way his dog had the lab.
     Suddenly his mouth was gone.  Something else probed at my opening.  I
gasped with pleasure as his cock head popped into my chute.  Quickly, he
buried his nine-inch length into me and bit down on my shoulder.  Then we
began to buck and groan as he plundered and plowed my ass.  Every thrust
pounded against my hot spot, and I was soon oozing onto his carpet.
     Suddenly, he was jerking and bellowing in my ear.  He planted himself
deep, and I felt his cock twitching deep down.  I bucked and cried out as I
spat my wad between the floor and my belly.  The mad rush to ecstacy was
complete, and we collapsed into a heavily breathing mound.  God, that had
felt great!
     We lay quietly regaining reality when I felt a wet tongue lapping at
my ass.  Looking back, I could see Mutt's bulk between our legs.  His head
disappeared into our crotches.  He slurped at the cock retreating from my
hole, cleaning it as it slowly emerged from hiding.
     "Hope you're not spooked.  He loves to eat my cum.  Especially fresh
from a guy's butt hole.  I can send him off if you'd rather."
     "Hell, no!  I'll let any tongue eat me out.  And that tongue feels as
good as any I've ever experienced.  You've trained him well."
     "Just wait till he gets the whole length of it up your ass.  It
wriggles and slurps up in there enough to make any man squirm."  He pulled
completely off me, and I learned he'd not been exaggerating.
     Soon, Mutt had me moaning and grinding my crotch into the damp patch
of carpet beneath me.  But suddenly, the tongue was gone, and Mutt was
poking at my hole with his crotch.
     "You want this?"  His soothing voice crooned in my ear.  "Believe me,
it's a phenomenal experience."
     I was in too much heat to debate the morals.  I just knew I needed
something in my hole immediately.  "Fuck yeah, I want it."
     He reached down and guided the dog's desperate dong into my opening.
Mutt didn't know the meaning of gentle.  He was totally in, and he plowed
for all his worth.  His whine was near my neck, and I felt dog slobber
dribble onto my shoulder blades.  I'd never been so brutally, thoroughly
fucked in my life.  His shaft wasn't thick, but the nob swelled to dramatic
proportions, and his length insured that he hit places never before
touched.
     His master slid his rehardened cock into my willing mouth for me to
nurse on.  Soon all three of us were bellowing and barking and blasting our
juices.
     Mutt pulled out and lapped at my now gapping pucker as his master and
I gently cuddled on the floor.  Soon the three of us curled up for a
well-deserved nap.  Just before I dozed off, there was a whisper in my ear.
"Do you have any plans for tonight?  I have a friend who has a St. Bernard
you just won't believe."