Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2004 20:00:14 -0500
From: thomas jacobson <kiokomo2002@lycos.com>
Subject: further adventures - chapter 2

Life is good again.  Divorce is over and done with.  The ex has
disappeared to parts unknown in northern California where she can
glom onto the next guy and proceed to suck the life (and any money
he had) out of him.

Tom Leykis was right.  A guy shouldn't settle down until he has
achieved his ambitions, his goals, his plan for his career.
Whether you're a musician, a small business owner, or any other
field where you're working your ass off to become established and
respected, a gal (or any insecure significant other) just wants you
to pay attention to her.  The good ones are subtle as hell about
it, but then one day you realize you are no longer in control of
your own life, and she has your balls in permanent custody.

Well, thankfully, some of us come to the realization of this and
take the steps necessary to regain control of our lives.  Like many
marriages, the sex had pretty well shut down in mine, and she
managed to blame her "lack of desire" on just about everything you
potentially could, and she hoped I would "understand".  Regardless,
this lack of sexual activity eventually pulled me to the internet,
where my exploring brought back many incredibly erotic memories of
my youth and college years.

As I started acting again on these memories, I decided to start
writing again, as it seems there are so many poorly written stories
out there.  Thankfully, my perspective, personal experience, and
writing style seems to have touched quite a few folks, where they
are now touching themselves pretty freely after reading of a few of
my adventures.  As before, I'll encourage you now to respond to
these stories, as all of us who write and submit stories here to
Nifty dig on it, and it usually stokes the fires to continue the
writing.

My stay over in Tennessee with an old college buddy on the way home
between semesters was one that I never expected, but was fortunate
to take full advantage of.  Neal still lived with both his folks in
a large, beautiful, modern home that was as spacious as it was
comfortable.  Their backyard was landscaped like a jungle, and the
pool was both inviting and relaxing.  He and his folks had rolled
out the welcome mat for me, and I was invited to come and go as I
pleased, much to my benefit, as Neal and both his folks all worked.
   This left this drop dead gorgeous home empty for my use and/or
abuse, if I so chose (I didn't).

Tux was their young, athletic black lab, so named because of a
small white patch on his chest.  Not just days before, I had taken
advantage of a situation that had presented itself to me, and Tux
had banged my ass with abandon in front of the full length mirrors
of the guest suite dressing room.  I was fortunate enough to have
no worries of anyone interrupting us as our session spiraled into a
full blown (or rather, mind-blowing) sexcapade.

Tux had taken to me fast, as most dogs do.  When you're an animal
person, they just know.  It doesn't take long sometimes to have a
dog warm up to you in a hurry when you know you can scratch, spank,
and roughhouse with them right off the bat.  That invites play, and
play, if you're really lucky, can lead to sex.  Dogs can be a lot
like people, and sometimes you really do have to get to know them
better before you're lucky enough to have one of them screw you
like you've never been, or done, before.  There's so much sexual
energy you've just got stars in your eyes.

Neal and I had been good friends, but never so much so that we
could share what I had been through.  We went out at night, and he
showed me the old neighborhood, and caught up with old friends, as
we partied for several nights in a row.  But I was always fortunate
to have the house to myself when I finally dragged my ass out of
bed in the morning.  Everybody was gone, and I had one more really
cool session with Tux that really stands out.

No hurries getting up in the morning.  It became sort of a morning
ritual to go swimming with Tux after I woke up.  Good exercise for
both of us, and invigorating at the same time.  A couple of days
after our first experience, we went through this familiar session.
After I had gone back into the bedroom to dry off and change, good
'ole Tux had bounded right behind me into the room and had gone
straight for the crotch.

Whoa.  Thats a feeling you can never tire of.  Don't you just love
it when someone takes control of the situation for you?  The cold
wet nose gets your attention, but then he proceeded to start
lapping away all around and over my cock and balls.  I sprouted
some serious wood, and my balls were tight already in their sack.
I just leaned back against the wall and scratched him around the
ears as he licked away.

"Good Dog!" was all I could say over and over again.  I am just
throbbing, and he seems to know full well that it will soon be
reciprocated.  Damn, this was good, but I wanted to feel better, so I
called Tux to follow me into the living room.

Strange that I wasn't shy at all about walking naked through someone
else's home, but probably only because I truly knew that I had it to
myself.  I've got a raging hardon as I walk in to pour myself a shot
of Yaeger from their bar area.  Here is this chisled rock of an animal
that just can't wait, and is bouncing and jumping along with his nose
up the crack of my ass.  There were wide open floor to ceiling windows
throughout the entire living area, but fortunately the property was
lushly landscaped and very private.  Still, I couldn't help but wonder
what it would have been like had somebody actually been watching me, and
just pounding away in anticipation of what was about to happen right
before their eyes.

Well, I had to keep telling Tux to just settle down.  We had plenty of
time, and I just felt like getting a good buzz on before we proceeded.
A couple of shots of Yaeger later, and then I grabbed a bottle of Schnopps
and went and sat down on the leather sofa.

It was all I could do to sit up, as it was just a situation that invited
sliding down into the sumptious, slick chair, and savoring the buzz and
the attention that my rock hard cock was getting.  What a way to start the
morning!

Tux was doing all he could to get me to engage with him.  He was right there
between my legs, with my crank standing tall and wet with dog slobber.  At
first he just sat there, fully upright, with that slick red cock protruding
about two inches out, and just wagging his tail.  Of course I invited him in
for a closer interaction, and he happily obliged.

Damn, this was almost heaven.  Every once in a while, sex with someone can
be this good.  But here is a guy that wants to do nothing but please me,
and he's pawing at me, licking on my balls and shaft.  But he wants more
attention, so while I'm slumped low in the sofa, he jumps up between my
legs, almost like he's mounting me face to face, and that red poker is
eager as it can be, right in front of my own.

This was too much.  Tux wants me big time, and here our two cranks are
almost pointing at each others, with him panting in anticipation, daring me
to grab him and jack him.  And did I, as it had really gotten my attention.
I leaned forward and started massaging that swelling cock within its
sheath, rolling those eggs of his in their sack.  I jacking myself and him
at the same time, and boy, does he immediately start to hunching over as if
he's screwing something already.

A dog cock grows just like a mans does.  And you'd be amazed at just how
big it can get, too.  At first that slick red poker is about the size of a
4 or 5 inch long highlighter pen, about a inch or so in diameter.  But once
its in you, or your hand, it grows fast.  And they're pretty much prelubed
too, but you want to be careful to not hurt them.  You don't need lube at
all if you're gonna get reamed by a dog, even for the first time.  Its
slick enough and tapered enough that they'll have no trouble ramming it in,
and then they're gonna wanna hold on for dear life once they're pumping in
you.

Tux, though, was a special dog, and that slick red crank needs some lube if
you're going to jack him with your hand, to take care of him.  I just use
good old baby oil, and its safe enough for him too, and he's pumping like
mad starting to already spew some precum on my cock and tight stomach, not
even a foot from my face.  Once he feels like he's tied with something,
that knot starts growing too, and its like two rock hard golf balls on
either side of a now 8" long and almost 2" wide dog cock.

I'm almost going nuts, ready to bust a nut, as my buddy is just stabbing
away at my hand and blowing his wad on me and the leather sofa.  What the
hell, it'll be good conditioner for it, I thought.  I hate to admit that I
actually put that tool in my mouth, I just had to try it.  But it ain't the
same as a guy's cock, I'm sure, it'd have to be an acquired taste (plus I
had it lubed up with baby oil on top of that.  But the sensation of me
being twisted over on the couch trying to take that pumping rod in my mouth
wasn't easy to pull off.  Hell, I'm not that limber.  But boy did he take
to my tight mouth around his rod, although he was pumping so much and fast
I really couldn't hold on to it, his strokes were so fast and long.

Anyways, this is all becoming a blur, its moving so fast.  But its not a
easy position for me to be in, originally sitting back on the couch, and
now leaning way forward over my rock hard crank trying to take a
bucking/fucking 75 to 80 pound dog with an 8" dick in my mouth at the same
time.  There's got to be a better way, and I'm burning with desire to have
this screwing machine savage my ass.

Tux is loving it, though, and I had to resume to a good hand job for him.
He's standing with his two front paws up on the couch, so it ain't the same
for him either, when he's usually got those two paws wrapped tight around
my hips, or someone else'.  That cock of his was a sight to behold.  A
monster knot thats almost impossible for anyone to take if you don't have a
pussy, but a perfect sized crank that is just pulsing as it pumps cum out
all over my dick and stomach.

Its time to get out of here.  I've got to have him.  I have to let go so we
can go back to the dressing room and I can take in the full view again.  I
have another monster swig of shnopps after Tux has "dismounted", where he
proceeds immediately to start licking away at his massive engorged tool.  I
have to call back to him to get him to follow me, he's taking care of his
own business, and curled up on the floor.

I've got a nice buzz going, and I'm already delirious from the sex that we
both wanted.  I grab my lube and head back, head spinning wondering if
someone could have been watching us from any window that looked into this
huge living room.  When I get back into the dressing room I drop to my
hands and knees thinking that my boy is right behind me, ready to jump up
and MOUNT ME, as only a big dog can.  The sensation of that weight on your
back, all that fur wrapping you up tight as he clamps down on your ass and
hips, is second to none (I'm shaking just writing this).

But Tux ain't there.  He's still licking his receding crank in the other
room, cleaning up after himself.  I'm just sitting there trembling with the
fevered anticipation of him doing the same thing to me, and I'm ready for
it.  My cock is just throbbing, and I'm trying NOT to finish off my
business before Tux and our real business IS done.  I must've looked like
an idiot there, shaking on my hands and knees waiting for him to find me.
So I start whistling and calling to him, to get his attention again to come
on in and find me.

Thankfully, he does come and find me, and in such an inviting position on
top of that!  He goes straight to my ass and starts licking my hole, which
must be saturated by now with my sweat and his cum from when he was spewing
on me on the couch.  I want him and I want him now, so I start crawling
forward away from him and smacking my ass, inviting him to MOUNT me like I
so desperately want him to.

Well, it was an unmistakable message to him though.  He didn't want me
getting away from him, and he knows he wants to jump my ass as much as I
want him there.  He did scramble after me right away, and he locked down on
me like I was still trying to get away from him, pumping on me like an
animal posessed.  But he's too low, and its driving me mad, as he's slicing
away with that slick rod and stabbing at my tight balls, which are ready to
explode.

I've been here before, and I know how to accomodate him, or any dog,
though.  By lowering my back and leaning forward a bit, I give him the
perfect angle, and he spears me like a skewered fish, full length and balls
to balls.  It doesn't take long for it to start growing again, and that
incredible pistoning is like nothing you've ever taken before.  The more he
stabs me, the tighter his grip on me gets, as he doesn't want me to get
away as he desperately tries to tie with me.  His lunging and ever growing
cock is making me bust my rocks without even touching myself, as I just
closed my eyes and leaned forward and took it.

The knot is another matter, and is almost dangerous in the size it gets and
the damage it could do.  I'm sorry to say its not something I can take, but
I just lean forward further and further, almost pulling my ass away from
him as he tries to pull me back into him.  Its OK, though, because I'm
taking Tux's full 8", but he just can't get that knot of his in me.  Once
that knot gets to its full size, you couldn't get it in my ass anyway, it'd
almost be like pounding a nail into the pavement.  But his grip doesn't let
up, and that pistoning finally starts to slow down, as even Tux is tired
from this action (his second of the morning, after his first jacking on the
couch).

Finally, Tux just stops, and relaxes with his full weight on my back, as
that cock pumps its volume into my ass.  I'm exhausted as well, still
totally full with his dog seed, after I've blown my wad all over the floor
and my arms.  It literally lasts for several minutes of mind blowing
pleasure as we both come down from our highs, and we start catching our
collective breaths.  He turns and that 8" butt plug pops from my ass,
unleashing a flood of doggie cum as it empties out of me.  I'm wobblely as
I stand up and go to the shower, where I just slump against the wall as the
blood starts circulating to other parts of my body again.  I'm covered in
doggie spooge, and it must've taken me a half an hour to clean up and
regain my senses.  Of course, good 'ole Tux is just laying on the floor
waiting for me to get out of the shower, wagging that tail and grinning at
me.

It was a real good morning for both of us.