Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 13:46:15 -0800 (PST)
From: zoltan z <zoltanzoo83@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joggin'

Last summer - during the hottest, most humid weather
all summer - I did one of the hottest and most foolish
things I have ever done.  I'm not likely to do it
again, but it was so exciting while it was happening.

I swam in High School and College, but now there isn't
so much opportunity to swim, so I jog alot.  Even when
it was hot, I would jog - though not very fast.  It
felt good to run under the trees wearing almost
nothing at all and sweating.

My BF and I live out in a new development that is well
outside the nearby city.  Its pretty fully developed,
but there is a lot of open land around that is still
farm land.  There are also a few small strip malls
that have gone in but that aren't open, or at least
not fully open, yet.

While I run I am often aware of dogs running past -
which can sometimes get my juices flowing. Mostly its
hot guys, as I am mostly gay, but occasionally its
doggy dudes.  I started to see one dog that would come
along side and run with me for a mile or so before
breaking off.

He looked sort of like he was a Great Bernese Mountain
dog - or at least part.  Very, very friendly.  Had a
flea collar, but it didn't have a name, so I only know
him as Hey Boy.  And, he was intact. Capable of
breeding.  I don't suppose that his owners ever
envisioned breeding him to a 24 year old human,
but.....

I would run in a loop - and the turning point was one
of those malls that was more or less complete, but had
no open stores accept a Chinese restaurant.  When it
opens it will have a Super-market, Drug store, etc.
The signs are there, but not the customers yet, so
nothing is going on.

I was getting hornier and hornier for Hey Boy. He is a
doggy dude to remember.  I would stop and pet him, rub
his back and tummy.  But you can't just blow a guy
beside the road.  I was forming a plan, though.  One
that scared me.  I would try to lure him back to my
house.

I started bringing doggy treats.  He accepted them and
would accompany me for greater distances every day -
but only away from my house.  When I went toward the
mall-to-be he would jog alongside, but when I went
towards home he would eventually veer off.  No amount
of coaxing to get him to go farther seemed to be
working.  I was getting VERY frustrated.

I, meanwhile, was becoming a victim of my hormones.  I
want Hey Boy, and I want him bad. I was really wanting
to put out for him.

Finally, after much coaxing and a lot of treats, he
was running with me to the mall, around the parking
lot to the back - with its vista of undeveloped fields
and abandoned barns - back along the road towards
where I would first see him, then veer off.

One day while I was getting ready to run I just went
over the edge.  I knew that there was a collection of
large dumpsters on wheels at the back of the mall that
were rolled into a kind of circle - like covered
wagons in the old west.  That suggested a way to let
Hey Boy have at me till he was satisfied. My new plan
was even scarier than the old one, and way more
foolish.

I dressed for action.  Only a pair of shorts and a
hoodie with a pocket - for some lube. Not because I
thought to be sexy for Hey Boy.  My experience with my
dog Kobe taught me that my broad shoulders, narrow
waist, flat tummy, long legs and bubble butt -
attributes that gay men seem to like pretty well -
mean nothing to a dog. Neither does sexy dressing.
What works is technical skill in the coupling.

No, this was easy off day at the races.  My shorts
could be whipped off quick as I needed them to be.
They were loose to hide my bone and to give me some
breeze up my legs.

I was trembling with a combination of horniness, fear,
lust, and determination.  I opened the door - a solid
wall of heat.  I started sweating immediately.

"I'm not gonna need any lube at this rate - I'll be so
sweaty that he can slide right in"  I think as I start
down the driveway towards Hey Boy's highway.

I jog off down the road.  Not many cars pass me.  I
get to Hey Boy's area of the road. He is nowhere to be
seen.  I jog back and forth for a few minutes, but I
am not so lust crazed that I fail to realize I am
looking like a fool.  I jog to the mall and back - no
Hey Boy this time either.

And he's not there the next day.

But third time is the charm.  He comes running up.

"Hey boy, this may be your lucky day. If my nerve
holds you are gonna get your first piece of human
ass."

We jog toward the mall. I go slow, because I don't
want him to be too tired to get it up. Are dogs like
this? I don't know, but I am taking no chances.

We get to the mall - there are a couple of cars in
front of the Chinese Restaurant, but none at all by
the the future supermarket - where the dumpsters are.

We jog slowly around back - no cars by the Super but
again, two by the Chinese place.  I scan the horizon
carefully for a moment - no one seems to be looking or
even being around to see - then duck into the circle
of dumpsters - they are unused so its not smelly.

My shorts come off immediately and I reach into the
pocket of my hoodie for the lube.  I stick out my ass,
lube generously and head to the back - where I can't
be seen - while I am walking I duck down because I am
tall and I can see over the dumpsters - so others can
see me.  I am in an alcove of the building screened by
the dumpsters.

"hey boy, come on over".

He pants for a moment, then ambles over.  I take the
water bottle I brought and empty it over him a bit. He
likes this.

I start stroking him, rubbing him, and talking to him.
He wags his tail.

"come on boy, lick my dick". As I am leaking and so
probably smelling pretty interesting this is an easy
sell.

He doesn't need urging.  He does.

It feels really, really good.  He licks and strokes
and my dick is throbbing and jerking around. I sit
down, lean back against the dumpster, spread my legs
and just enjoy.  My head wags back and forth.

I start slowly exploring his underbelly, reaching
toward his package.  I brush his balls.  He jerks a
little bit. Growls a little bit.

I am disappointed - maybe this won't work.  But I try
again in a couple of minutes. Once more the third time
is the charm.  He doesn't buck away.

I slowly start rubbing them - very gently.  He spreads
his legs abit.  I keep doing this, getting more and
more nervous by the moment.

I have passed the turn back point - my lust is so
great that I don't think I can stop, but its taking
too long.
Not what I had planned.

Finally he starts to emerge from his sheath.  I rub my
finger over it.  It gets a bit bigger.

I know what to do next.

Slowly and carefully I get down on my knees, put my
head under him and take it into my mouth.  I start
slicking with my tongue and sucking a bit.  Back off,
then get as far down as I can.

I bob my head as vigorously as I can.

He is getting bigger and bigger. My mouth is filling
up.  I get off his dick for a second.

I take a swig of the remaining water to wet my mouth,
which isn't actually dry, I think, but feels dry from
fear.

Back under I go.  He is fully erect and I am slurping
on it enthusiastically.  I hope no one is coming or is
near by, because I am making wet, sloppy sounds that I
don't normally make. I am also gagging a lot as it
goes further and further down into me and my throat.

Suddenly I hear a car coming round the corner.

I with draw my head, freeze and try to locate my
shorts.  Damm - where did I toss them? My heart is
pounding so fast I think I am going to faint.   We are
in the shade, but it is still so, so hot. And my
shorts are at least 10 ft. away.

But it just drives by and goes back around front.

I can't help myself and go back down on Hey Boy.

Then I use the trick I have learned with Kobe.

I get up front of Hey Boy, with my legs drawn up in a
jacknife, then unfold them.

My ass is in "take me now" position.  Ready for my
fucking, doggy dude.

I carefully push it up into the appropriate area and
gingerly take hold of his dick.  I guide it toward my
ass and poke the head into my sphincter.  He fucks me
vigorously for a few minutes, then pulls out.

This isn't supposed to happen.

But I improvise.  I go back down on him, sucking as
well as I can and squeezing the base of his cock.

Suddenly he erupts in my mouth.  I take a few blasts,
then back off and start taking a face full.  Soon I am
dripping with more than sweat.  My face, chest, legs,
hair, everything is being sprayed.  I erupt too. I am
shaking with the strength of it. I am shaking even
when its over.

When its done I sit down on my ass.  Pavement is hot
and my ass is feeling like its gonna sizzle soon. Must
have been really hot earlier and when I was on all
fours, but I was way too far gone to notice.

Eventually my strength returns and I kinda crawl over
to the entrance, locate my shorts and slip them on.

I listen carefully for cars or people.  Nothing for
awhile.  I listen some more. Then some more.

I cautiously emerge and Hey Boy follows.  I am covered
with cum, but I am still being too foolish to do much
that is sensible.  I mean, my shorts are on and all,
but my face must be glistening and there are streaks
on my chest, legs and abs that I can see.  One of the
ridges of my abs has alot collected and looks gooey.
I run my finger through the goo and taste. Definitely
not sweat.

I decide to take off the hoodie, which is causing me
to bake.  Tuck it in the band of my shorts.

I jog off home with HB following.  We pass some people
coming out of the Chinese, but they probably just
think all the glisten is sweat.  Anyway they don't
seem scandalized. I really hope they don't realize
that I just put out for the dog that is jogging beside
me and that I owe the glisten to him.

HB peels off at his normal spot when we get there.

I have been going jogging regularly, but never again
done it with HB.  Once I came fully to my senses I was
practically nauseous with the risk I had run, so I
didn't do any more for several weeks.  By then the
supermarket and other stores were open. So its the end
of the affair.

Still Hey Boy was good sex. And doing it outside was
way cool.  The breezes on my ass and legs while I was
getting humped were great.

But I don't want to be that foolish again.