Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2006 11:39:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bryan M <farmlandbb@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Watched - 2

I had cut out of school early on a Thursday before
Spring Break officially began.  By Saturday I was so
horny that I gave myself to my German Shepard, Hooker.
 Really liked that, I did.  Now it was Tuesday and I
was on fire, wanting sex so bad that I worried that I
would start smelling like burnt cotton when my undies
burst into flame.  I had called Ned, and he was going
to try to come home a bit early, but he promised that
he would be home by Saturday.  Horny as I am I wanted
something now. Right now.

Problem is, my parents are home and not going
anywhere, and Hooker is not allowed inside the house
cause he sheds.  Bringing him in would raise questions
right from the get go.  And the guys who work for Dad
live out by the barns, so they would notice somebody
prowling around.  And they wouldn't take kindly to the
boss's son giving Hooker a good time.  I am getting
frantic.  Desperate times call for desperate measures,
as they say.  I try to think of where I could go to
get some butt sex from Hooker without getting caught.
Hell, I would settle for a place where I could blow
him without getting caught. I wrack my brains, and
cruise the internet, looking at guy porn, but avoiding
beat porn that might drive me over the edge and have
me getting it in my bedroom, like I used to do with an
inside dog we had.  Then I have an idea.

I get dressed carefully.  It is still unseasonably
warm, but tonight it will be in the 50s.  So I put on
a pair of skimpy pouch briefs, some black army surplus
knee length socks, jeans, a t-shirt, a flannel shirt,
and an old canvas jacket with big pockets.  I put some
lube in one pocket. I stop through the kitchen and get
a cucumber that looks appropriate. It goes in the
other pocket.  I go out into the living room, where
the 'rents are watching something.  I tell them I want
to go out for a drive.  When they worry that its a bit
late, I agree to take Hooker for safety.  They seem
satisfied.  As I go to my car I look for Hooker, then
call for him.  He comes whoofing over.  I open the
passenger side door of my truck and get him in.  Then
I climb in the driver's side and we head for a local
wetlands area.  It never gets much traffic during the
day, I am hoping it will be abandoned at night.  We
drive over to it, and I drive up to the gate, which is
locked.  Nobody in the parking lot - which is good. I
drive on about a mile to a place where you can pull in
to a thicket and be out of sight of the road.  This is
a great make out spot. I have gone there with guys
alot when we wanted to neck, but have never seen
anyone else there.  I am in luck, no one else is.

I carefully and quietly get out of the truck, and let
Hooker out.  I stand listening.  Things are completely
still.  Slowly Hook and I begin walking down the trail
that leads towards the lake.  There is a kind of
platform with a tower that has an enclosed observation
deck.  It is about two stories high but there is a
stair case.  During the day it gives a great view of
the lake.  I am hoping that it will provide some
shelter and privacy for Hooker and me.  It is so dark
sometimes that I have to edge my way along carefully.
Fortunately I put Hooker on a leash, so he can guide
me a bit using his sense of smell. Still, I stumble
and fall twice. Its only about a 1/2 mile to the
platform by the lake, but it takes quite awhile to get
there.  But as we near the lake it gets lighter cuz
the trees thin and the moon is shining a bit.  I stand
and scan and listen.  I can't see anything move, and I
can't hear anything.  Its too early for insects.

Hooker and I edge our way down to the platform, and I
get us around to the side with the stairs.  I feel my
way over to the stair case that leads up to the
observation deck.  We slowly, slowly, slowly climb up.
It isn't really dangerous, I hope, but I don't want to
make any noise and attract any attention.  I mean I am
hoping that there is no one here, but if there is - I
gotta be careful. When you are just about to do sex
with your dog, you can't be too careful, way I see it.
We reach the top.

Here it is quite light, and the floor of the shelter
smells pleasantly of wood.  It must have been fixed,
recently.  I sit and wait, holding still, not
breathing, listening and looking out over the lake.

Then I start to strip.  Carefully remove my boots, and
put the socks on top of each boot.  I hike up my butt
and slide my pants and undies down.  I put my under
pants on top of one of the boots.  Then its off with
the jacket, and the shirts.  I quickly put the jacket
back on, as its a bit chilly. I lean back and spread
my legs.

"over here, Hooker, come here"

He does.  He wanders over.  I am leaking pre-cum. He
likes that and starts licking my bat and balls. I draw
in my breath and start moaning as quietly as I can. My
head twitches from side to side. Hooker licks a good
cock.  I use my remaining calm and scootch around so I
am sideways to him.  Then I fish out the lube, slowly
raise my legs, and get my boyslice lubed well.  Next I
carefully work some fingers into my snatch.  I get
harder, and start leaking like a fountain. Hooker
makes slurpy noises.  I work the cucumber in carefully
and start fucking myself.  I chose the longest,
thickest one we had, so it hurts a bit going in.  I
just leave it in me. I try to listen to see if I hear
anybody, but Hooker's licking and my cuke dildo
stretching my hole make me so horny that that's hard.
I am totally horny.   Hookers starts licking my belly,
which has a lot of pre-cum on it.

"OH, YES"

I realized that I have to be quiet.  And I think
Hooker and I are both ready for more. I pull out the
cuke with a satisfying pop.  I get up and start
frenching with Hooker, and rubbing his belly and
sheath.

"Hey, baby, want your boy tonight? Want him like you
had him last Saturday?"

When I can feel his cock emerging, I give my hand a
lick and a drool, and start jacking him a bit.  He is
jumpy about this, so I stop frenching him and crawl
under.  I take him in my mouth.  Hooker expands so
fast its flattering.  I suck carefully, using my
tongue, my cheeks, and my lips as best I can.  Hooker
is getting excited.  My heart is beating so, so fast.
But I want to do more.  Fortunately, though he is a
big dog, Hooker is a medium knot.  I can take it with
some care.  But it hurts, so I give him one last
flourish.

Then I stuff my skimpy briefs in my mouth and use my
socks to make a gag, tying a knot behind my head. I do
this quickly, but they are very long sox, cuz I have
very long legs, so its not hard. I am, but that isn't.
 I take some deep breaths to see if I can. Then I
crawl around and offer my ass to Hooker.  He is still
hard, fortunately, cuz I can't blow him now.  He comes
over and starts licking my crack.  I make muffled
pleas for him mount me.  Eventually he does, after I
pull my jacket up to expose my rump.  He is rubbing
himself along my crack, between my cheeks, which feels
so, so good. I let him do this for awhile.  Then I
guide it in. He does me proud, and pushes in quickly.
Then he pounds and pounds. Sometimes the pain is
severe and I start yelping and whimpering.  Good thing
I am gagged. If I weren't people on the other side of
the lake could hear me slutting.

I start begging for it.

"Fuk me Hook, stuff it up in me"

"Piston fuk my butt, your dog boy is on fire"

Of course its just sounds like umpthe,umpthe, umtphe,
cuz I am gagged. But nobody can hear me as I yelp and
beg. I'd be in trouble otherwise.

When he starts to swell, I try to move forward to
escape, he growls and clamps the jacket.  So I go to
plan B.  The next thrust in I push back hard and fast
and clamp as hard as I can. He goes for it, pushed yet
farther forward, and swells some more.  Now we are
"tied", or as I like to think of it, locked in.  He
begins pumping. I look out over the lake between the
slats, looking at the water and feeling the throbbing.
I imagine that I am a car at a gas station being
pumped full of high octane fuel. Then I just like the
fact that my dog is cumming in my ass.   Finally he
pulls out.

I roll over on my back and lift my legs.  I start
working my fingers carefully into my ass. Hooker dog
fucks, alright, but it doesn't hurt nearly so bad as
some.  I get up to three fingers in me, and begin
fucking myself.  I make swampy sounds - my fingers go
in - thuck, thuck, thwuck, and come out, thuck,
thwuck, thwuck.  It sounds sorta like when you step in
a mudhole with loose boots and try to get out. But its
actually me molesting my self by finger fucking my
ass. I am so cummy that its sticky and sloppy.   I
pull my fingers out.  There is a lot of cum on them. I
lick it off.  I send the fingers back for more.  Lick
some more.  Then I reach for the cucumber.  Unlike
before I didn't cum while Hooker was reaming me.  So I
fuck myself the way I like it with the cuke.  I can
self-suck, so I remove my gag, then I lift my legs
over my shoulders and bend double, which leaves my ass
in the air and the first third of my dick in my mouth.
 I don't give myself particularly good blow jobs - the
angle is wrong, probably.  But I do alright, and its
better than my hand. SO, I fuck my ass hard and right,
and I lick my bat like a kid with a frosting spoon
until I explode volley after volley of spooge into my
mouth.  I swallow and collapse.  I swear I can feel a
breeze blowing up my ass.  I am too young to be that
loose, probably.

It is one o'clock in the morning.  I am unaccountably
ravenous to suck some cock.  I am too tired to do
anything for awhile, though.  So I just lie there
until it gets chilly, and I have goose bumps and am
shivering. Then I put my socks, jeans, shirts, and
jacket back on. The undies are wet through with my
slobber, so they go in a pocket.  I leash Hooker and
we make our way back to the car.


P.S.  If you liked this, let me know and I can write
about the following weekend.