Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2011 03:11:59 -0500 (EST)
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "Farm Dog" Chapter 6 (Bestiality)

"Farm Dog"

Chapter 6


Four years had rolled by like the blink of an eye. Life anymore seems  like
its on fast forward, doesn't it guys? But I can honestly say the work
around here doesn't get any quicker or easier. My oldest is now old enough to
help pull his own weight and that's a little help. My boys are growing like
weeds and its amazing to think that they came out the end of their old man's
 cock!
The wife was still up to her usual antics and finds ways to not have sex
with me, unless its a special occasion. As I said before its hard to not get
the  amount of relief that a guy like me needs. Coming home at lunch time
"sweaty and  stinking" as she puts it, and wanting to bang off a piece of ass,
I'm shot down  fast. If she only knew doing that just drove me right to
him!
Isolated and alone I'm always left to revert to my back up plan. Its good
to know I can always count on him to come thru. Finishing lunch and walking
to  the barn playing pocket pool with myself, I am primed and aching for
companionship. My butt hole draws tight in anticipation of the attention it
needs.
Letting out with a couple loud whistles in different directions, I see  him
running across the back field lickety-split. Dust flies from under his feet
 from the dry tilled earth. I'm already boned super hard thinking that he
knows  what's up as I disappear into the cooler barn. Its only noon time but
the heat  and humidity is already cranking up. Sniffing my pits, I'm already
smelling like  a working man but I know Duke won't mind. Dropping my jeans,
I expose my naked  ass just as I hear his tags tinkling as he enter the
barn. Like flies on shit,  he's always ready to mount!
Anymore just the simple act of undoing my belt sends a signal to his pea
brain that its pussy time for him. It doesn't matter if I'm out in the fields
or  behind the barn just taking a piss, I have to be prepared for his
advances. He  knows how to manipulate a willing dude like myself into doing
something I hadn't  planned on. I cuss his sorry ass for having that ability over
me. In fact he's a  regular Houdini at getting in my pants!
The hunger in his eyes and the puffing up of his sheath is a real carrot
dangling before me that I find too hard to resist. Psychologically it
activates  something deep within me that brings on an overwhelming urge to be with
him. Its  a great feeling knowing he still wants me after all the times we
have done it  together. Guess I must be a good piece of ass I think to myself
feeling cocky  and confident as I grin!
I usually shake my head in defeat as I surrender to his request, pulling
my jeans down showing my already half hard cock. There's no denying I'm
willing,  its just his timing. And sure, I'm always left feeling content
afterwards and  glad that we did it. I readily admit I'm his bitch. (God that's so
hard for a  man like me to admit guys!)
But there is a time and place for everything and he doesn't always get
that. He's driven by his own needs without consideration about when and where
it  happens for me. As long as he gets a piece of ass off me he's succeeded
in his  mission to top me again. And how can I argue with that being a male
myself!
But on the flip side if he doesn't show up for a fuck, I'm left contrary
as hell and moody that evening. Even the old lady would bitch to me wondering
 "What my problem was?" Go figure huh?
If he comes around later that evening while I'm in the barn, I gave him
the cold shoulder. He does his usual shit of sniffing at the seat of my dusty
jeans implying he wants some off me. With his noise stuck half up my ass
crack,  I still ignored him. Breathing deeply and then shorting, he loves
sniffing and  licking the seat of my pants. Nudging me forward with his big head
he's instance  that I give in to him. The front of my pants tented with a
hard-on induced by  him still didn't help his cause. I am pissed cause I knew
there is no way we can  fuck before or after dinner.
But waking the next morning  with a full blown hard-on, I am aching for sex
with him. My balls hanging low in  my hairy sack and need a release. With
my underwear tented and pointing the way  towards the shower, I make my
mental plans to be with him as I turn on the cold  water.
When he comes round later, I'm the one instigating the sex between us  this
time. My asshole itching to be licked and then fucked consumes my thoughts
out in the desolate fields. Sitting on my old dusty tractor out in the heat
of  the mid day sun only fuels my lust for him. With sweat rolling off my
forehead  and into my eyes, I day dream about him jack hammering my hole.
Locked tight in  his grip causes me to cuss as I adjusted my cock in its tight
confines. Even  though we were old fuck buddies, he still has a way of
making my juices  flow!
Then out of the blue he will appear and startle the shit out of me by
barking or licking the back of my head when I'm down low working on something.
Laying back on the ground under my tractor as he sniffs my crotch, I undo
the  top of my jeans and pull my underwear down below my balls. He's quick to
bathe  my cock and balls with his slobber as I swell up. Slowly nudging his
noise up  under my ball sack, he sniffs the area he claims as his. Sliding
out from under  the equipment, I sit upright in the dirt and nuzzle his fur
and rub his sides. I  talk smack to him about wanting some pussy off me as I
scan our  surroundings!
Crawling up on me the brut then tries to mull my over as I grip his  sheath
and jacked him off to just the point of him swelling fully. I am always
impressed with the girth and length of his swelling cock in my hand as I
continued to talk shit to him. I admire and marvel at the large cock and knot
that I take within me with ease. Nearly three inches longer then mine, I'm
always amazed at how deep it goes within me.
Continuing our foreplay, I  slip my head under his belly and lick the tip
of his wet cock just sticking out  the end of his sheath. Skinning the skin
of his sheath back, I take it deep  within my mouth and bath it with spit as
he begins to hump my head. The smell of  dog fills my nostrils and makes my
blood pump faster as I nurse his cock. He  always knows he gets what he
wants off me a this point. Prying him off my head  before he wastes dumping his
whole load in my throat, I watch his big bloated  cock hang under him as I
wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. It will only be  a matter of minutes
before I flip over and offer my naked hairy ass for him to  use again.
But then there are other days I would be deep in concentration fixing a
motor or a drive belt and I wasn't necessarily interested in dropping my
drawers  for him when he shows up. I mean even a dude like myself has days when
he's  tired of having his ass tapped and plugged.
But the whimpering and nonstop sniffing and aggravation wouldn't stop
until I give in. Yelling at him or throwing a dirt bomb only causes him to
scurry away for a few minutes, but then he's back! Knowing I'm partially to
blame for escalating our relationship to this point, I feel bad for the guy
knowing he needs some. Unbuckling my belt is all the acknowledgment he needs
to  know he succeeded in getting his way again!
Allowing him to rut me for a half hour is much easier then shoeing him
away all afternoon! So dropping to my knees and getting my guts coated with his
 slime is worth getting my work done uninterrupted.
But there are other prices I have to pay giving into him. The slobber and
drool mixed in my hair for one. And its always worse when I go too long
without  buzzing my head. He's prone to licking the sweat off me as he breeds so
its part  of the ritual.
Licking between my naked  shoulder blades is another of his peculiar ways
to mark me with his essence.  That combined with the dirt, dried sperm and
dog hair in my underwear is  something I must constantly deal with. All that
and the sloppy slickness he  leaves between my butt cheeks afterwards. The
scent of dog will linger around me  long after I have hoisted my jeans back up
and will intensify as I sweat.  Smelling like a dogs used bitch afterwards
has become a part of me out in the  fields.
Thinking about it all triggers my memory sensors and brings the scent to
my noise as I breath deeply. Closing my eyes I relive our adventures again as
my  cock begins to swell. With my head down in freshly plowed dirt or my
butt arched  up in the air hiding in the barn, I bitch out for him. Passively
laying under  him with my cock arched hard against my lower belly as he
drills my ass. Looking  under myself, my big bloated balls will swing as he
power humps my ass. Grunting  and groaning uncontrollably and closing my eyes
with pleasure, I give in to my  desires. I except the fact that he is the
dominant male in this predicament and  push back against his strong humping
hips. Surrendering my hole to his  aggressive pumping, I except my role. Feeling
his cock grow within me elevates  my sense of being his willing bitch.
Holding me tighter then any woman ever did  during sex, I feel the power of his
muscles and his need for me coming thru the  end of his dick locked within
me.
Quickly knotted together as one, my back and shoulders provided a resting
place for my lover. As his large cock snakes further and further inside me
as it  swells, I know my guts give way to the invader. Relaxing and settling
in for the  breeding process, his head slides along side mine. Now is my
time to grip my  hard, snot leaking cock and begin to beat my meat. With his
swelled knot pressed  hard again my prostate, my nut will come quickly as I
jack myself off. Holding  off for as long as I can, I fall off the edge
quicker then I always want it to!  As my asshole contracts over and over as I
shoot my load, Duke squeezes me  tighter.  I can feel his pulsing  cock begin to
pump faster as I squirt cum over and over on the ground under us.
Moaning over and over, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck," as I drain my balls, sweat
pours off my forehead. Duke continues to hold me super tight still worried I
might try to escape him. Breathing heavily, I feel totally spent as I rub my
head against his in a moment of tenderness. He licks my right ear and cheek
as I  turn towards him opening my mouth. We exchange spit together as he
licks deeply  in my mouth. There's not much left that we don't share so its
only natural.
The smell of my cum fills my nostrils and reminds me why I'm here.
Hunkering down lower I arch my hips up and allow him better access to me. A  bitch
has duties to perform and I settle in to fulfill mine. He relaxes his hold
on me knowing I'm not going anywhere.
Looking under myself I see my large load dotted on the ground. A small
white drop of cum hangs at my piss slit as my small cock hangs deflated in the
nest of my thick black groin hair. I am mesmerized as I see Duke's overflow
 accumulate and drip occasionally from the back of my hairy ball sack.
Unable to resist, I reach under myself and feel for the area where we are
joined. With his sheath accumulated against my hole, I must move it back
slightly to feel his smaller shaft hanging out my hole. My hole is sloppy wet
and locked tight with his knot on the other side.
Slowly moving my hand down over my hairy hole area and thickly covered
ball sack, I'm wet every where from his attack and my sweat. Drawing my hand
back to my noise, I smell the strong scent of his cum on my fingers. I savor
the  scent as I breath it in deeply!
Once I'm properly fertilized and  he is completely satisfied, he's finished
with his willing accomplice. Sometimes  getting my ass licked cleaned
before he moves off, most times I'm left wet and  sloppy. Standing and stretching
the kinks out of my back I can feel his large  deposit deep within me.
Totally naked with just my socks on, I feel content.  Tanned dark as hell from
the waist up from going shirtless, my lower body looks  ghostly white in
comparison. I watch him lick himself clean of my ass juices as  I ponder what
just happened between us. A man and dog just made love together  and its a
beautiful thing!
My now limp and deflated cock hangs as testament to his ability to stud a
bitch. Going for my cloths pile I watch him head off no longer in need of my
 services. Pulling my sweaty damp underwear back up, I adjust the placement
of my  limp cock. A wet and slippery hole will remind me of him for an hour
or more  afterwards as I hoist my pants up. Feeling ornery knowing I'm
fertile as any  bitch could be at this point, I rub my hairy flat belly and wish
it took this  time!
Getting back to work allows my mind to focus on other things as his sperm
swims ever deeper within me. Well used to my daily dose of dog jiz, his
essence  quickly becomes a part of my body. Hours later when my asshole itches,
I dig my  hand between my cheeks and sniff the scent left on my fingers.
Back to smelling  like all male, no one would be the wiser knowing its
previously usage. My  ability to hid our relationship is important and necessary.
But if I was a  single man again, he would definitely share my bed every
night!
I concluded at some point I had to learn to control his and my hunger to
try and impregnate me. It got to where we went at it at least four to five
times  a week or more. It became second nature for me to stop what I was doing
and find  time to copulate with the him. Inedibility most days he would
come looking for  me and expect me to drop my coveralls and give it up to his
advances. And the  simple fact was that I did.
But after such a long time of being turned down, I lost most of my  desires
to make love to my wife and that seemed to be fine with her. As long as  I
showed affection towards her, she was content. I  finally just gave up and
surrendered to the dog's sexual driven needs to be with  me. The mutt was
happier then ever because I became exclusive to him. For  the last year and a
half he was the only sex I was getting. He seemed to sense  the change in me
and took full advantage of it. I began to never resist his  advances and
allowed him as often as he wanted it. He  tried daily to impregnate me and I
wished for it at times also. Seems  like he took a great pride in fucking a
young bucks ass like mine and I took  pride in being sired by him!
As time went on he took to  being more protective of me and watching my
every move. If on the rare occasion  someone stopped by to see me, he stayed
extremely close. My brother could see it  between us and warned me to be
careful. Of course he knew the sniffing at my  crotch or ass was more then just a
dog being a dog. He was the one who told me  Duke always looked at me like
a piece of meat! To him, it was quiet obvious we  were lovers.
I eventually  told him about  what was playing out between us and how I and
the old lady were on different  planets when it came to sex. His direct
answer to that was,
"So your telling me you and that mutt are full time lovers now? I mean
your Ok with that?"
With a nod of my head and us talking it out some more, it ended with him  gr
abbing me in a bear hug and wishing me luck.
"He's a dam lucky dog to be stud' in you brother! I know how good that  ass
of yours is! Just make sure you stay on the pill! I don't want to be
reading  about your sorry pregnant ass in some supper market tabloid!"
And with us both laughing and finishing our beers together, it was done.
If only others could except what we do together so easily!
Now my boy was another story guys. He was too old now to see us locked
together like he did when he was younger. He had caught us together way to many
 times before in the knotted position or us just finishing up a sex
session. He  had caught me with my jeans at my ankles and Duke licking himself
clean a  couple times. I always acted cool and just pulled my pants up and then
pulled on my shirt. But I could tell my boy knew something more had
happened.
The real kicker happened last year. It was a total cluster fuck on my
part. He straight up caught me blowing Duke in the barn dead to right!
He was seven then but I could tell by the look on his face that he knew
what we were doing together. I had became complacent with having sex with the
dog and only took minor precautions anymore. I was laying back in the hay
with  Duke straddling my head one lazy afternoon. He had just finished
humping my head  and was fully swelled down my throat making direct deposits.
Oblivious to the  world with my hand down my jeans, I was stunned to hear my boy
rustle the hay as  he stood in my hidden spot. At first I was scared
shitless it was my wife!
Backing off the dog's cock, I was some what relieved to see it was just  my
him staring at me. Pushing Duke off myself, his bloated and spit shinny
cock  bobbed obscenely under him as I stood quickly. My jeans bulged from the
stiffness of my hard cock as I tried to pull myself together. Fighting for
words  to explain what I was doing, I watched my son as his eyes followed
Dukes cock  like he was hypnotized.
Noticing his amazement with Duke's cock hanging there and the fact that  he
didn't run away, I figured silence was golden at this point. We both
watched  awkwardly as Duke then sat and licked his hard cock to soft. It was about
30  seconds of weird quiet on both our parts as I wiped my mouth with the
back of my  hand and tasted the ruminates of dog cum. I cussed myself
silently realizing I  was becoming to blatant about having sex with Duke. It
reinforced my thoughts of  my addiction to being with him. Swearing to myself I
had to slack off more, I  adjusted my cock and wondered what I should do now.
When Duke was done, he jumped up and made his way to my boy. First
sniffing at his crotch aggressively, he then moved behind him and proceeded to
smell at the seat of his pants. My boy looked at me with a look of total
embarrassment just before Duke jumped up and tried to knock him down. I knew
exactly what the dog wanted because I had been in that place myself. It just
confirmed to me that Duke and my boy were more then just a boy and his dog! I
 instantly wondered how far they both had gone together?
Hearing the sound of the lunch bell my wife was ringing broke my train of
thought. I told my son we should head back for lunch but not before I laid
the  law down to him!
"Boy, what you saw here is between just us men folk, you hear," I spoke
firmly to him as I looked at him with pure anger!
He nodded his head he understood as we both walked silently out of the
barn and up to the house. We never talked about it or brought it up again until
 later.
But after that incident, I did start limiting my sexual intimacy with
Duke, for a while that is. Gone were the days we fucked everyday as they were
now limited to every other day. Sure he wasn't too happy at first with the
arrangements but he had to adapt. I mean I was the one with the holding the
pussy card and I controlled his access to mine. But I too had to adjust my
yearning for wanting to be taken by him as well. We both were so used to
having  sex almost everyday that it took it toll on both of us.
I was strong and It worked for a while I must say. The longer it went  with
my boy keeping his mouth closed, the weaker I got. As weeks and then a
months passed by, I found us slipping back into our old retinue. Promising
myself to just breed with him today only, was a promise broken almost instantly
 the next day. Six weeks later and we were back into the same sexual
pattern we  had before and he and I loved it!
Now  over a year and a half after that my suspicions were heightened  again
about my boy and Duke. It was rainy day and I was watching the rain fall
out the back window cussing it. That's when I saw my boy standing under the
barns overhang. He looked nervous as he scanned the area before he slipped
in  the barn with Duke on his heels.
I made an excuse to my wife about needing to check something and slipped
out in the pouring rain pulling on my ball cap. I quickly and quietly slid
the  barn door open slightly and eased myself in. No one was seen anywhere and
my  suspicions quickly grew deeper. My senses told me something was up.
Quietly  sneaking around I heard my boy's voice scolding Duke from my hidden
area. In a  loud whisper I heard him again.
"Stop it, you got to wait! I have to get my pants off first you stupid
dog!""
It then went quiet again and I was extra careful walking on the straw  that
littered the floor. Ever so slowly I eased myself around the hay bundles to
 the place I knew all too well. As I peered around the corner I saw what I
had  been suspecting all along.  My boy  was indeed a chip off his old man's
block!
He was on his hands and knees with his pants and underwear in a pile with
Duke licking the hell out of his shitter. I watched as he relaxed more and
lowered his upper body down. This left his butt fully exposed to Duke and he
ate  my boy out with gusto. Disgustingly I felt my cock begin to come to
life as I  watched them.
I was then shocked to see Duke mount him! He quickly took a few awkward
jabs at my boys upturned ass and then jumped down frustrated. I knew my boy
was  way too young to take that monsters cock fully! His small little ass
would never  be the same once he started that with Duke! But I also knew deep
within me that  it would only be a matter of time now before they both got
what they desired. I  pondered the thought of Duke taking my boy's virginity
and wondered if I was OK  with that? I mean if it had to happen it might as
well be with Duke, I  rationalized quickly. I was brought back to earth when
my boy yelled at  Duke.
"Get off me you stupid dog!"
Thankfully Duke complied because I knew he could take the boy if he  really
wanted to. But then again maybe he had already done so?
My boy then turned around and I watched as he reached for the dogs  sheath.
Jacking the dog off perfectly I knew he had practiced it many times
before. It was then his head disappeared under the dog. Quickly assuming the
position he had caught me in, I watched his naked lower body move under Duke as
he humped his head. I noticed his small cock was boned hard as he sucked at
 Duke's cock. After the dog settled down and my boy continued to suck, I
made my  move.
Stepping into the area much like he did when it was me under Duke, I made
my presence known by kicking the hay.
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