Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2007 13:42:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Bryan M <farmlandbb@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Watched - 6 - Making a mistake

There is a loud knocking on the bathroom door.  My heart leaps right into
my mouth.  I am suddenly scared like you wouldn't believe.  My dad shouts
"what the hell is going on in there?"  I am sweating so much my eyes are
blurred, and I can hear my heart beating loudly.  But I for sure can't
tell him what is going on.

"I am taking a dump, dad, do you MIND?"

"You sound like you were being beaten up, Bryan, what in hell is going
on?"

Whats going on is that I am stark naked, on all fours, kneeling on
several layers of towels, letting my dog fuck the daylights out of me.
He has knotted me, and I am in NO position to get free, answer the door,
and talk to my dad.  Fortunately I took the precaution of locking the
bathroom door when Hooker and I went in.

"When I am done, I'll be right out"

I hope he is buying the fact that I am taking a dump, cause I am sure my
voice sounds funny.  I mean, even with my dad pounding on the door, about
to ruin my life, my body is still enjoying its good fucking luck.
Literally. And I am breathing weirdly. I was built to take guys and dogs
- take them and enjoy it.  Minutes ago I was gasping for breath and
moaning in ecstasy, and grunting in pleasure, then whimpering in pain, or
yelping when the pain got worse.  Who knows how long my dad has been out
there, listening to me put out for Hooker?  It isn't easy to meet the
needs of a fully grown male dog who wants to fuck you and fuck you hard.
It takes some athletic contortions, and I guess I wasn't being as quiet
as I should have been.  I was shimmying my ass around, and shoving back
more than  once or twice. VERY, VERY careless. But I was very, very,
very, very horny.  Needed some hot time.

At least I wasn't begging for it, like I usually do.  Dogs can hear
emotion in your voice and maybe Hooker gets stoked knowing that I am
loving my fucking.  Maybe.  Maybe he is just on autopilot.  He takes way
longer than most dogs to finish fucking me, usually.  Thats kinda good,
but tonight I apparently was making way too much noise.  And for a long
fuckin time.

I hear my father's footsteps retreat from the door.  When Hooker turns I
flop over with him and hope for early withdrawal.  Good luck. I get
pumped full.

It had been a particularly fine fuck.  I had sneaked Hook into the house
after I thought my parents were in bed.  Actually, since my room is over
the garage I don't think they can have heard anything.  Maybe my dad was
up and saw something.  Anyway, I had Hooker in the bathroom, I was naked,
and I could see everything cuz I had turned the lights on and adjusted
the mirrors and everything.  Its way better to have an audience of other
people, but I will watch myself if that all I can get.  I took my cue
from that scene on Saturday Night Live where Andy Samberg is frenchn with
the talking dog.  Hot, that, so Hooker and I frenched up a storm.  Then
is was on to letting him lick my boner.  Lot of that went on, and I was
on my back and thrusting a bit, breathn hard, and stayn harder. I am sure
I moaned more than a little bit. Then, still on my back, now legs up and
spread.  Hooker was going after my crack like you wouldn't believe.

"let me in right now, Bryan".  He's back. What the fuck am I gonna do?

"Dad, I can't reach the door from here".

That would actually be true if I were really taking a dump, but in fact
my head is about 3 inches from the door as Hooker's enthusiasm has made
me slide forward. After some heavy duty ass licking, I got up on all
fours, Hooker mounted me, thrust himself in,  and then hard fukd me
across the floor.  At one point my head was actually bangin on the door
whenever his bone slid all the way up my chute. He was taking his own
time.  Towels were there to cushion my knees under the impact, didn't
think they would slide so much.

Hooker is out.  I frantically wipe my ass, and wipe it and wipe it. Get
rid of that cum, right now.  Flush the toilet, then flush it again.
Towels in the dirty clothes basket.  Most evidence is gone, since I came
twice while getting humped, so my boner is gone.  So's Hooker's. I don't
wipe the floor of my cum. Might need evidence that I was beatn off.   But
Hooker is still there.  Nothing to do about that.  I find an pair of
boxers in the laundry basket, slip them on, and unlock the door.  Out I
go.

My dad is looking really, really strange.  Demands to know what the fuck
is going on in there.  He had caught me fuckn with my friends once, and
that was no picnic, but he was better about it than most dads, I
think. Still, if you told me he enjoyed S&M I would believe you, my ass
was major sore and had welts for a long time after that.  Made it clear
that he wasn't happy with what was happening.  I got that point.  My buds
and I didn't stop fucking, but we took to the woods.  I tell Dad that I
was having some pain - gas pain.  He doesn't like that.  Probably doesn't
believe it, either.

So he peers into the bathroom, but is clearly looking for another human.
I think he doesn't see Hooker, who had retreated to his favorite spot -
which is behind the damm door.  Something went right.

Dad is still suspicious.  He doesn't want to ask me if I am beatn off,
but he doesn't think I sounded quite right.  And I still don't know what
he is up here for.  After I moved in over the garage bringing Hooker to
my room was no longer something that house rules forbid.  I mean, doin
sex with Hooker is definitely a forbidden thing, I would guess.  I am
tempted to tell my dad that I was being fucked by my dog.  Just to see
what he would say.  But I pass on that. I am afraid of what he might do.
 He turns and stomps off down the stairs, not saying anything more.

I collapse on the bed. I am trembling uncontrollably now that I don't
have to try to deal with the crisis.  I mean, if he did guess what was
happening and isn't gonna say anything, that would make my life much
easier. If he really is gonna let it go.  But maybe he is just waiting
till tomorrow to decide what he will do.  Nah, he is not like that.  He
either didn't guess, which is most likely, or he has no clue and thinks I
was jacking off.

I lie there for awhile.  I am so afraid that I can't concentrate.  So on
with the TV. I jump channels, trying to find something good. I am afraid,
but I am ultra horny. So the History Channel isn't it.   After an hour or
two I decide to get up on Craigslist.  I find a guy from today's Men
seeking Men list for my area. Nice picture, great body, nice boner, and
full mast erect, also 23 and he wants to put a creamy load down my
throat.  As if I would object if he is as good looking above the neck as
he is hot below. Has a real nice body and the ass is a prize.  I send him
an e-mail, he gets back in touch.  But he is too far away to meet, so we
jack off watching each other.  It was nice, but I am still needy. I want
the real thing.  I am lying on my back, I have my knees raised and my
feet spread.  My body is doing my thinking for me.  I can feel my ass
tingle, and I have this image of my self - I am totally available for
fucking - on my back, legs up, ass open for invasion.  It is totally
crazy to think about doing it a second time.  With Hooker.  Right now.
My dick gets hard - really, really hard. My body is demanding to be
fucked and fucked now.  My dick is so stiff that when I stand up its
still pointing toward the ceiling. I jog down stairs and lock the outer
door to my room.  Should have done that earlier.

Back up stairs. I try for some control.  I flop back down on the bed and
think of Andy Samberg.  I mean everybody I know has seen the SNL skit
where he does the dog.  And everybody I know thought it really gross or
twisted except me and maybe one other guy in my dorm.  We all were
watching it in the lounge and I swear he looked as hotted up as I
felt. So I totally fantasize: I think of Andy blowin that sheepdog,
throatin it and suckin away.  I get hot. I think of Andy being topped and
stuffed.  This is not making me less horny, only more.  I think about
Andy with sheepdog cum dripping down his thighs, lookin all goofy and
happy after knotting.  I am getting no satisfaction, only hornier.  I am
sure ol Andy has never had a thought about really doing dog, but that
doesn't cool down my fire.

So you guessed it.  I lube up my ass really good and go back into the
bathroom.  Hooker to the rescue. I go over and start playing around with
him.  Cuz he is lying down, trying to sleep, I have to leave the room and
call to him to get him to stand up and follow.  He does.  He doesn't seem
to be very interested, just obedient.  I get down on all fours and get
under his rear legs.  When it emerges I get it down my throat in a quick
minute.  Lips tight I swirl my tongue around.  Hooker likes this. He is
gettin into it.   But I am a butt slut tonight so I try something new,
but direct.

Back up on the bed, on my back, legs up, my ass hangin off the end of
it.  Hooker gets up and puts his legs on either side of me when I pat my
arms at my sides.  I guide it in and he is ready. I am being boned like
you wouldn't believe in about 2 seconds stiff.  I reach down to keep the
knot out in case dad comes back and breaks down the door, I don't want to
be caught with the evidence thrusting away happily.  He is done faster
than usual, but I feel gooier than usual too.  Really sticky. Hook's
stuff is all over my legs and butt cheeks, and mine is all over my abs
and chest. I slick up my six pack till it shines.

My ass is totally whacked, after, but I am glad I did it.  Quick shower,
and I am off to bed to sleep soundly.  Should feel guilty, but not yet,
anyway.


Really like hearing from people.  Criticism, comments, or remarks
welcome.  If you have a favorite Andy Samberg fantasy involving other
guys or a dog or two, wouldn't mind hearing them, either.  B.