Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2010 04:00:27 EDT
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "Farm Dog"  chapter 5  (Male bestiality)

Farm Dog

Chapter 5

Leaning back against the kitchen counter and drinking out of the cold  milk
jug, I watch him sniffing every corner of the kitchen. With his tail
wagging a hundred miles an hour, he's excited to be able to run free and check
things out inside the house. I smile knowing he's a content dog at this
point.  His nut sack being lighter I'm sure contributes to his inquisitiveness. I
keep a  close eye on him making sure he doesn't hike his leg on anything
again. More  then once he has marked the corner of the sofa and the table leg
in the dinning  room after sex. I get pissed off at him when he does because
I have to clean it  up. But I understand its just his nature to mark what
he thinks is his.
Speaking of his territory being marked. I know exactly how the sofa and
table felt as I sat the milk jug on the counter beside me. Whipping my mouth
with the back of my hand, I scratch my nuts absently mindedly thru the
material  of my boxers briefs as I watch his nut sack swing. The dangling balls
cause my  mind to drifts back to the intense sex we just experienced in the
bedroom. The  scent of his saliva and his musk permeates my noise as I run my
fingers thru my  damp hair. I instantly relive his big head laying along
side mine as I sweated  from the heat of our two bodies locked together.
Between his drooling, licking  and panting, the hair on the right side of my head
was matted together in places  from his spittle.
I then felt the residual slickness of his slobber between my butt cheeks
as I shift my weight from one leg to another. Folding my arms, my post
orgasmic  mind thinks of all the cum he deposited in my guts. Only another male
can  appreciate the act of giving life to another as I clinch my asshole
tight. Even  though his large cock is no longer a part of me, I can still feel
the fullness  of his huge load he left behind. The horniness I felt earlier
slowly creeps back  into my sub conscious as I acknowledge my role in our
relationship. I look down  my at my tight stomach and see red scratches thru the
thick hair that run to my  sides. I knew I shouldn't have taken him
shirtless again, but now its too late  to worry. They sting when I touch them but I
wear them like a badge of honor.
I'm brought back to reality  when I see him leave the kitchen and head into
the living room. I quickly move  across the cool tile floor in my bare feet
calling his name as I go! As I turn  the corner and before I can even
react, he has his leg up and is soaking the  sofa in his usual spot. There's no
use yelling at this point, the deeds done. I  instead watch intently as his
sheath shoots a heavy stream of piss from its tip  as he stares at me.
Unspoken words pass between our brains as our eyes lock. I  only break the stare
to watch his cock squirt his last few streams of piss. With  his pink tip
showing ever so slightly from his hairy sheath, my cock responds  with a slight
jerk as if it is connected to his in some way. This time I'm not  as mad at
the idea of cleaning it up and realize it as just something I have to  deal
with. When you take on a dog as your sex partner there's just some things
you have to except as part of his quirks. God knows I have enough of them to
 hear my wife talk!
As he drops his legs and takes off exploring again, I head for the  kitchen
to grab some paper towels. After pulling off a big wad, I walk back into
the living room. I'm greeted by him sitting at attention watching my every
move.  Again my eyes are drawn to the pink tip of his cock as it peeks out
ever so  slightly from his sheath as he sits. Looking sexy as fuck that way,
I'm reminded  of why I allow him to mount me. He's a dam good looking dog with
the cock and  balls of a bull!
He watches me as I kneel down and begin to sop up the large pool of piss
from the hard wood floor. The scent of it fills my nostrils as the liquid
saturates the towels and coats my hand. Just as I'm about to get up and fetch
more, he approaches me from behind. I feel his large noise press against
the  fabric of my briefs in the area close to my hole. The heat of his breath
is felt  against my well fucked and seeded hole and then his soft licking
begins. I know  from experience what he wants and as always now give in to his
demands. Slowly  pulling the elastic waist of my cotton shorts off my hips,
I expose my most  private spot to the invader who took it as his!
No sooner then the material had exposed his breeding hole did he begin to
dig it with his tongue. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he begins
to  eat me out. Heavy dog slobber again coats the thick hairs that grow
from my butt  crack as he licks up the deep valley. Then going to the back of
my hanging ball  sack, he laps his hot moist tongue at their base. They swung
slightly as he  covers the area with lap after lap of saliva. Slowly moving
back to my dilated  hole, he then attacks it with a vengeance. Digging
deeply with the tip of his  tongue over and over, it felt like he was working
the combination on a lock. I  felt my asshole relax more and more to the
invading tongue as if I was a fiddle  and he was playing me. I gasped in pure
pleasure as it pierced my ring and enter  my body slightly. He dug me deeply a
few more times as if to make a point and  then pulled back and licked the
entrance rapidly. I fell forward with my hips in  the air hoping it would
never stop.
Breathing deeply and waiting for it to continue, I kept my ass high and
wiggled it hoping he would be enticed. I was disappointed when I heard his
nails  tapping the floor as he left the room. He gets me so worked up sometimes
and  then he leaves me hanging! Using the arm of the sofa, I eased myself
up and  pulled my underwear back up. I wondered why I even put them back on
after we  fucked with him around. He always loves to check on my hole with a
sniff and a  little lick of my crack for about an hour after we mate.
Grabbing the wet paper  towels I make my way to the trash can outside. I wanted to
make sure the wife  didn't find them in the trash in the kitchen when she
gets home. The hot summer  air hits my naked skin as I stepped outside. The
humid air awakened my senses  and I knew I had better get back to working the
fields. The wife and kids would  be gone for the weekend to my in-laws.
That left me and the mutt alone for four  days.
It was only day two of them being gone and the mutt had already knotted  me
three times. Yeah me, a strong, good looking, married father of two,
dropped  to his hands and knees for the fuck machine! The animalistic act of
making love  with a dog was overwhelming to me. Nothing made my cock swell as
hard as when I  anticipated being mounted by him.
Like today, the afternoon heat was so intense I couldn't think of  anything
I wanted more after I ate lunch then to bed down with him again. Even
knowing I'd be soaking wet with sweat from his hot furry body on my back didn't
stop me. And you know when I opened the screen door and whistled for him,
he was  more then willing to take me up on the offer for some more pussy.
Running up the  stairs leading to my bedroom, I was left watching his big nuts
swing as he left  me in the dust to climb them alone. When I entered the
master bedroom he was  sitting patiently on the sheet we had used to fuck on
yesterday. His sheath was  already swelled semi hard and his fat cock head
stuck out obscenely. It was  obvious he wanted some asshole off me as badly as
I wanted him.  Already packing a major boner myself in  my tight jeans,
knowing he wanted me that badly only made it throb harder bent  back against my
lower belly. As I began to pull my damp shirt off, he let a low  woof escape
as if to say he approved of what he saw! Smiling at him I couldn't  help
but say aloud,
"You just want some pussy off me mother fucker! You aint kidding  nobody!"
Kicking off my boots and then dropping my pants, he stood up in
anticipation. Pulling off my wet socks, I tossed them at him and he sniffed them
intently. He was staring at me like I was a ham bone when I slipped my underwear
 off. Quickly he came over and licked between my butts cheeks as I stood.
Digging  his tongue deeply between my hairy cheeks, he fond the object of his
desires.  Sniffing it and then backing up wagging his tail in approval, I
patted his  head.
"Good stuff huh boy? I never washed away your scent from this morning.  I'm
all yours till the wife and kids return. So you better enjoy this while we
can fucker!"
I had made a mental note to not shower or shave for the four days we were
going to be together. Yeah, I had planned this all out a couple days ago
when I  heard my wife mention going to her parents for a weekend. I didn't have
sex with  Duke during that time knowing he would be extra horny if I made
him wait for it.  Once I kissed the wife goodbye and saw the tail lights of
our truck disappear,  it was "Game on" for me and him! He was knotted up in
me less then an hour after  she left and I couldn't have been happier! This
was my one chance to give myself  fully to a male dog and I was going for it.

I did wash my pits with a wash cloth to make sure I didn't stink to  badly,
but that was it. It was his job to keep my private parts cleaned with his
slobbery tongue and he did a good job of it. But the evidence of us being a
fuck  team was obvious if you knew the signs and smells. Without the mask of
perfumed  soap and running water I stunk of dog.  Even after just one day
together, I could smell him strongly on myself  when I sweated. Not a funky
scent, it was more of an erotic scent. I'm not sure  if it was the scent of
his sperm coming from my pours or what but it excited me  beyond belief!
Tending the fields all morning and continually smelling him only made my
horniness worse. Every thing reminded me of him. Even the sweat running down
my  back and collecting at the top of my tight jeans, reminded me of how he
makes me  sweat when he's on my back. Driving around the fields only
triggered memories of  places we had a rendezvous together and made my hole itch
for more. With the  wife away my mind was free to run amuck and I couldn't
concentrate on anything  else! I had it bad for him!
And to beat all, he hadn't been following me around today because I had
given it up to him twice yesterday I figured. With the combination of heat and
 his balls already being emptied, he seemed content sleeping in the cooler
barn  all morning. I hated to admit it but I missed his companionship.
Since my brother was missing  in action lately, Duke was all I had to
scratch that itch that only another guy  could. Seems my wife and my sister in
law got to talking and both wondered why  we were spending so much time
together lately. We didn't want to stir up any  suspicions especially when it
involved having sex together and with a mutt  involved at times also! So we
cooled it for a while and that's when he found out  she was knocked up again. He
got the 'guilt's" as usual for him about letting a  dog bone him with a new
kid on the way. I assured him it didn't take anything  away from my
marriage and that Duke was a nice distraction from regular sex. It  wasn't like I
was cheating on her when it involved me and a dog. He confessed he  was
worried that I was getting in too deep with Duke when I told him how often  we
had sex together. He wondered if I had turned gay or maybe preferred sex with
Duke over my wife! I blew him off on the subject and told him he worried
too  much and it was all only for fun. But inside I knew different and this
weekend  was proving it to myself.
It wasn't enough that he had boned my ass twice in one day but I also let
him sleep with me last night. It was our first official time sleeping
together  in a bed and it was interesting to say the least. He insisted on
sleeping  tightly against my back and burning me up! Despite that I slept like a
log with  my guts full of his load and his presence beside me. In the morning
I discovered  the cost of our sharing a bed with a mutt. The sheets were
covered with dog hair  and were dirty as hell! But, I found a sense of comfort
with him in bed sleeping  with me.
Now here I stood totally naked again and seconds from being impaled on  his
huge cock. I looked down at my hard cock and snot flowed from the tip like
I  was sixteen again! As his tongue did laps around my cock head cleaning
the  precum off, there was no doubt I was meant to be doing this. My cock
didn't lie  when it came to what turns me on. Walking slowly over to the now
dirty white  sheet he followed at my side. I wanted badly to be mounted and one
with him  again! I clicked on the table fan on my nightstand so it would at
least move the  hot air around the room. Even with all the windows open the
room was stifling.  He was already panting and dripping saliva but was
determined to perform for me  again. I knew I would soon be covered with my own
sweat, dog drool and loose dog  hair, and it excited me beyond belief!
As I kneeled down, he moved around and licked my cheek and then lapped
towards my lips. This was a moment of truth for me when his soft tongue ever so
 slightly parted my lips. He had tried this before but I resisted his
approach.  Realizing I was now his faithful lover and needed to give myself
totally for the  perfect bond, I tossed caution to the wind and excepted this
final challenge.  Slowly I parted my lips and allowed his tongue to slip in my
mouth. He eagerly  took control as I opened even more and tasted his tongue.
His long tongue snaked  deeply into my mouth and lapped my teeth. We soon
began to sort of French kiss  as I relaxed and wondered why I had held out so
long.
Once he had proved his point, he stopped and looked me deeply in the  eyes.
I knew it was now time to assume my subordinate role in our relationship.
On my hands and knees with my ass offered to him as his mate, he took me
quickly. With no resistance from me my hole excepted his cock quickly and
tightened behind his swelling knot. As it grew deeply into me as it swelled, I
pushed my hips back to let him know I clamed it fully. After the intense
humping  was over, he licked my ear so passionately I knew we understood each
other  completely.
I resisted jacking off while he was knotted to me this time. My cock
stayed rock hard hanging from my crotch the whole time. Precum slowly dripped
from my cock head and hung in long strings from my head. It pooled below me on
 the sheet as I patiently took every ounce of cum he shot into me. I wanted
so  badly to grab my cock and beat it a few strokes and shoot a huge wad
while  knotted to him. But I do that quite often and then I have to wait for
him to  unswell!
After about fifteen minutes he was done with me and slowly began to
deflate. He popped from my tight asshole with a large amount of liquid escaping  in
 the process. I could feel it run down the valley between my butt cheeks
and  then under to my hanging sack. I looked between my legs and saw it slowly
 dripping off my hairy nuts and onto the sheet below us. I was hoping he
would  lick me clean but he was more interested in cleaning his own sheath and
cock  head as he moved to the corner of the room. I was left hanging like a
used whore  waiting for the next john to mount me!
Slowly I rolled over on my back and laid on the floor. I coughed up a
large wad of spit and applied it to my still hard cock. My fist became a blur as
 I beat myself off thinking of the perverse act we just performed. I knew
it  wouldn't take much jacking to bring my load up. My hips arched up off the
floor  as my climax climbed up out of my ball sack and ran up the tube
inside my cock.  I fired off three or four intense squirts that landed up on my
hairy pecks as I  moaned out in pure pleasure. I could feel my slimy asshole
clinch tight each  time I fired another stream of cum. Duke knew instantly
what was happening and  scurried over to me as the last few squirts of cum
left me. His hot tongue  quickly went to lapping my cock head and cleaning
any cum he could find away.
I relaxed and enjoyed the moment as his tongue went over every inch of my
cock and groin hair getting every drop of my sperm he could find. I drew my
legs  up slightly and bowed them out to allowed him full access. His tongue
soon found  its way to the valley below my low hanging nuts and dug for my
fresh fucked  hole. When he tired of that, I called him up to my pecks and
showed him more of  my load that landed up there. Like a starving dog he
lapped up my baby making  juice. I grinned and rubbed his side with satisfaction
knowing he was eating the loads that  made my two boys!
My hand slowly dropped from his side and ventured under his belly to his
sheath. I gripped it with my hand and exposed his soft cock head. It amazed
me  how big it grew from its now soft state. I reached between his hind legs
and  gripped his black balls knowing I now carried their contents.
When he was done cleaning all the sperm he could find off he, he left the
room and entered the attached bathroom. When I then heard him drinking from
the  toilet I slowly got up. I was soaking wet with sweat and dying of
thirst.  Running my hand thru my hair I was able to sling sweat onto the bed as I
grabbed  my briefs and slowly pulled them on. He reentered the bedroom with
water running  from his jowls and came over to me. I patted his head as I
turned with him  following me as I headed for the kitchen.
As the sun baked my skin and I began to sweat profusely again, I dumped
the wet paper towels in the trash can and headed back inside. I had to get sex
 off my mind and get back to work because it wasn't getting done unless I
did it.  Passing thru the kitchen heading back to my bedroom I saw Duke
laying on the  floor licking something that was between his paws. When I got
close enough I  realized it was my sons briefs. Duke must have found them in my
his room  somewhere and now was giving them a bath with his tongue. When I
reached down  and snatched them for him, he jumped up and wanted them back.
They were already  soaked with dog saliva and torn by him. I instantly
worried if he had gotten the  smell of my boys genitals from his underwear and it
had planted itself in his  scent memory. Duke and my son already ruff housed
and wondered off together  playing. I wondered in the back of my mind if he
thought of the boy as another  possible male to conquer someday?  Looking
down at him as he begged for them back, I shook my head figuring  I was wrong
as I gave them back to him. Hell, he was just a dumb mutt,  right?
I climbed the stairs to my bedroom as he now followed behind carrying my
sons briefs in his mouth like a trophy. As I pissed in the hopper he dropped
the  shorts and lapped at my stream like he always did. I fought the urge to
purge my  bowels of his gift as my piss flow eased. Duke seemed to sense
what was  happening as I balled up my fists  and twisted my face in
concentration. After the feeling had passed and I  breathed a deep sigh of relief, I
stuffed my cock back in my shorts and spoke to  him like he was human.
"That was a close on boy! I must be eating too much junk since the old
lady left town or we been fucking too much!"
I patted him on the head again as I walked back into the bedroom. Sitting
on the bed as I pulled on my still damp and smelly socks I saw a large wet
spot  on the sheet where we had just fucked. It was obvious it was leakage
from my  asshole while we were knotted together. Again I marveled at the
amount of cum he  could dump and that I kept in me.
At the end of the four days we had fucked six times and my asshole was  raw
from so much licking. The day my wife was to come home I had to figure out
how to use the washing machine because the bed cloths had to be cleaned. My
face  was scruffy as hell from not shaving and I stunk like a man! The wife
was due  home around 6 Pm so I didn't shower or shave till close to that
time. The mutt  and I did the deed one last time around lunch time. I couldn't
get my own nut  and it like to killed me because I knew the wife would want
to fuck when she got  home.
The water in the shower flowed like mud off my body and I used my
strongest smelling deodorant soap I had to get myself clean of any dog smell.  Once
I shaved I piled on the aftershave to be sure there wasn't any chance his
scent was still on me. I won't say I wasn't happy to see the wife, but I knew
I  would miss the freedom I had while she was gone. Now it was back to
hiding and  watching my every move around Duke.
When the truck pulled up the kids pilled out and I greeted the wife with  a
big hug. Duke came running from the barn with his tail wagging and barking
because he happy to see the boys back. I caught him out of the corner of my
eye  when I grabbed the suitcases  sniffing my oldest boys butt crack.  He
dug his noise deep in the seat of his pants as I watched. My boy  quickly
looked around and then at me. I acted like I didn't see anything as Duke  then
moved to the front of him and began to sniff his crotch. My son pushed him
away but I could tell by the way Duke acted there was something more going
on. I  knew how that mutt acted when he wanted sex! When my son told me he
was going to  check out the barn and ran off with Duke following, I worried
it wouldn't be  long before he followed in the old man's footsteps!

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