Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2001 01:10:45 EST
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Kennel Kid

This is my first attempt at a story dealing with men and animals involved in
sex acts.
The story is fiction and so are the chararters.
If you have any comments about this story please send to chartoe@aol.com

This story was written as a request from a person in a chat room.  Hope you
enjoy it and please send comments good or bad.


				Kennel Kid

	I was just standing by my drive waiting for the school bus when the
truck with Jones Kennel printed on the side pulled up and stopped in front
of me.  The driver leaned over and rolled the window down on the passenger
side and called to me.
	I had been living here for only three weeks and didn't know if I
should even talk to the stranger, even though I knew that the Kennel was
just the next house down the road.  It was about a half mile to the kennel
but only a few hundred yards if one cut across my back yard.  The road made
a big half circle between my house and the kennel and it was a lot longer
if one took the road.
	"Come here kid, I just want to offer you a job after school."  He
said.
	I walked over next to the truck and peered in at a man that looked
to be about sixty five years old with gray hair.  His arms were old looking
but you could still tell that there was a lot of strength in them.  He had
on overalls with the side button undone.  He had a large belly but not one
that stuck out like a beer belly.
	"Hello, my name is Mr. Jones, and I own the kennel down the road
and am looking for someone to help me out in the afternoons."  "I'll pay
you minimum wage and all you have to do is clean out the cages, feed and
water the animals and a few other little jobs around the barn."  "I figured
you don't play any sports since you always ride the bus home in the
afternoons."  "Tell you what, you talk to your parents and around eight
o'clock I will come by and meet them and see what your answer is."  "By the
way what is your name?"  Mr. Jones asked.
	"Sorry, my name is Stanley Thompson, but everyone just calls me
Stan."  I said.
	"Ok, Stan will see you this afternoon, have a good day."  Mr. Jones
said as he pulled off.
	The bus arrived and I walked to the back of the bus as I always did
and sat down and looked out the window.
	"Hello, Stan."  A boy half my size said as he turned around and
looked at me.
	"My name is Charlie; I'm in your math class and also PE."  He
continued.
	"Oh, hello Charlie."  I said.
	"I live in the big brick house past Mr. Jones Kennel."  Charlie
said.
	"Thought I would speak to you since there are not a lot of people
living out here that you can make friends with."  He continued.  "Why don't
you come over to my house some time and we can get to know each other a
little better, besides it beats watching the grass grow and the dogs
running around."
	"Ok, but can't today have to get back home and talk to my parents
about possibly working for Mr. Jones."  I said.  As an after thought I
asked, "Do you know anything about Mr. Jones?"
	"He is alright, has been here for as long as I can remember, his
wife died about three years ago and he has no family that lives with him."
Charlie said as the bus pulled into school.
	We got off, attended classes and then before I knew it was boarding
the bus to head home again.  When the bus let me off I checked the mailbox
and then walked the several hundred yards to my house.  I sat about doing
my chores and setting the kitchen table as always.  My mother wasn't due
home for thirty more minutes and my father wouldn't be home until around
six o'clock.  I went to my room and started doing my homework, which only
took about fifteen minutes.  I then reached underneath my bed and pulled
out the dirty magazine that I had found out in the shed.
	It was one that showed people having sex with animals.  I had never
even thought about that, but the more I looked at the pictures the more my
dick would rise.  I reached down and rubbed my dick through my jeans even
though I wanted to take them off and jerk off, it would take me too long to
get them off and then back on when my mother came home.  You see even
though I am 14 years old I weigh around 250 pounds.  My shirts are baggy
but my pants fit very tight and it takes several minutes of pushing and
pulling to get them on or off.
	I heard my mother's car as it came to a stop beside the house.  I
put the magazine away and figured I would have more time when I had to take
a bath.  I went down stairs and greeted my mother and told her about
Mr. Jones' offer and asked her what she thought.
	"Sounds nice, but you know we have to ask your dad and we also have
to meet Mr. Jones, before we give you permission."  She said as she busied
herself with preparing the evening's meal.  I went into the den and turned
on the TV and waited for my father to arrive.
	When he finally got home I told him the complete story as he just
listened until I had finished.
	"What about your chores around here?"  He asked looking right at
me.
	"I can do most of them before I go to school in the morning and the
rest can wait until I get home from work." I said.
	"What about your homework?"  My mother asked.
	"I can do most of it at school and a lot of it on the bus, then
finish up any that I have before I go to bed."  I said.
	They looked at each other and then Dad said, "You can take the job
but with one rule, if your grades go down or you stop getting your chores
done, then you have to give up the job."
	"Great."  I said as I gave them both a hug.
	We had finished supper and the kitchen was cleaned when Mr. Jones
arrived exactly at eight o'clock.  He introduced himself to my parents and
sat down to explain what the job was and that he needed me also on Saturday
mornings, but not Sundays.  They sat there and chatted for about an hour
when Mr. Jones said it was almost his bedtime and he had to get home.  He
said he would be looking for me around 4:00 or 4:15.
	The next morning I woke up and was dressed and had done all my
chores except set the table that I figured I would do after we had eaten
breakfast.  My parents were a little surprised, as I was not the type of
person that moved about very fast.
	When the bus let me off after school I all but ran to my house and
put my things away.  I headed out the door and across the field towards the
kennel.  Before I got there I could here the dogs as they all started
barking.  Mr. Jones met me at the back of the kennel and said he knew I was
on my way because of the way the dogs were behaving.
	"Follow me and I will give you a tour of the kennel and show you
what I need you to do each day."  He said as he walked off toward the pens.
	"All the pens on this side of the kennel house the dogs that I
own."  "I raise them and sale them."  He said.  "All the pens on the other
side of the kennel are for other peoples dogs, some I house when the owners
are out of town for a few days, some are breeding pens."  He said and then
stopped and looked at me and asked.  "Do you know what breeding pens are?"
	"Yes sir I think so, is that where you keep the dogs you are
breeding?"  I asked.
	"That's right and always be careful around those pens, the females
want hurt you but sometimes the males get real mean."  He said.
	I noticed that most of the dogs he had were the average size dogs
but he did have one dog that was not in a pen and was very large.  It stood
above my waist on all fours.
	"This is George here, he is my best friend."  Mr. Jones said as he
patted George on the head.
	"Now your job is to clean out the pens with the water hose and put
fresh water and feed every day in each pen."  "What you have to do is this,
I never fill all the pens, that way you can move one dog to another pen and
clean the one it was in."  "This will take a little time but it makes it
easy to clean the pens."  He said as he looked at me.
	"Now come with me to the barn and we can get you something to wear
while you clean the pens."  He said as he started off with George.  I
followed along as I looked around and noticed where the water hose was and
was trying to find where the food was kept as we entered the barn.  I
noticed the sacks of dog food that were stacked on top of a table in the
middle of the barn.  Mr. Jones noticed me looking and said, "That's to keep
the mice from getting into the food."
	"Now come here and start taking off those school clothes."  He said
as he took some overalls down from the side of the barn.
	I started unbuttoning my shirt but wasn't sure what I was to take
off.  Mr. Jones noticed that I was moving a little slowly and said, "Go
ahead take everything off, you will get wet and there is no reason to have
to wear wet clothes."
	I looked at him a little embarrassed, as I was not use to being
naked in front of anybody.  He walked over and started pulling my shirt up
out of my pants and said, "Listen I have seen just about every type of body
there is so you don't have anything that will shock me."
	I undid my pants and zipped down the zipper as I felt him push the
back of my pants down along with my underwear.  He slapped my fat ass and
said nice lot of loving in those cheeks.  I wasn't sure what he was
referring to and didn't ask.  He walked around in front of me and watched
as I pushed my pants completely off.  I stood there completely naked as he
handed me the overalls.  As I bent over to put my legs into the pants
George walked up behind me and started licking my ass.  I just froze in
place as Mr. Jones noticed George and yelled at him to stop.  Mr. Jones
looked at my red face and said, "Kind of a surprise wasn't it, but I bet it
did feel good though."
	I didn't say anything as I pulled the overalls on.  I didn't have
anything on except the overalls and it kind of felt funny and exciting at
the same time.  I went about my work and found out that Mr. Jones was right
about the water, I was wet from head to toe and George was following me
around and pressing his nose in my ass every chance he got.
	After about two hours I had finished the pens and put fresh water
and food in each pen that contained a dog.  When I finished up I was next
to the breeding pens and was watching as one of the male dogs was pumping
away at the female.  After a few minutes he stepped off and turned around
to where his ass was against the female's ass.  George had walked up and
pushed his nose into my crotch and I had reached down and was petting him
as he continued to sniff around.
	"You better be careful there Stan."  Mr. Jones said as he motioned
toward my hands and George's head.  "If you get him too excited he might
try to jump you."
	"Sorry," I said as I pushed George away from me.
	"Yeah, they still get me purity excited watching them."  Mr. Jones
said.  "Follow me and I show you what I do when I get excited or George
gets excited."
	We went back into the barn and entered a room in the back with
George right along with us.  When we entered the room Mr. Jones started
taking off his clothes and told me to do the same.  George was starting to
bounce around as I guess he knew what was about to happen.  I noticed that
Mr. Jones even though he was fairly old still had a nice round ass and a
nice set of balls hanging between his legs.  When he turned around I
noticed that his dick was about half hard as it swung out in front of him.
George walked over and started licking his dick as Mr. Jones pulled the
foreskin back and let George lick the head of his cock.
	"Hey that's not a bad size cock you got there."  Mr. Jones said as
he noticed my rock hard six inches sticking out in front of me.  He pushed
George away from him and pointed at my dick.  I didn't know what to do so I
just stood there as George started licking up and down my dick.
	"Good that will give me a chance to get ready for George."
Mr. Jones said as he reached up on a shelf and took down a jar of cream.
He dipped his hand inside and the spread it between his ass cheeks.
	"Ever fucked a person in the ass?"  He asked looking back at me.
	"No sir."  I said.
	"Well you are about to get your chance."  He said as he reached on
the wall and got a leash and attached it to George's collar.  He then tied
the other end on the other side of the room and George sat down, as though
he knew he was supposing to.  Mr. Jones lay across a small padded table in
the middle of the room and told me to come over behind him.  He then told
me to push my dick in his ass and start fucking as fast as I could.  The
feeling was unbelievable as the warmth of Mr. Jones asshole surrounded my
dick.  I pumped a few times and then exploded inside Mr. Jones.
	"That was quick."  He said, "Now bring George over to my ass so he
can clean it up before he gets his turn.  I walked George over and he
immediately stuck his tongue deep in Mr. Jones's ass and started licking
all around.
	"Yeah, that feels so good."  Mr. Jones said as he moaned a few
times.
	"Have you ever seen a dog lock up with another dog?"  He asked me
as I just watched George and his tongue.
	"Yes, sir."  I replied.
	"Good because George is going to lock up with my asshole there and
I need you to stay here until he is through."  He said.
	"Don't worry all you will have to really do is watch."  Mr. Jones
informed me.
	"Now take the lease off of him and watch."  He said.
	As I released him, George started licking faster and then moved
behind Mr. Jones ass and mounted him.  He thrust several times but missed
Mr. Jones asshole each time.  Then Mr. Jones moved his ass up and down
until George found his mark and started pumping so fast I couldn't even see
his dick going in and out.  I noticed Mr. Jones was pushing back against
George and that I could see the two large bumps toward the end of George's
shaft.  Mr. Jones grunted as the knots disappeared up his asshole.  George
started humping even faster than before and then slowed down and just
rested on Mr. Jones back.  I looked at Mr. Jones and asked if he was ok.
	"Just look underneath me and you will know."  He said.
	As I looked underneath the table I noticed a large spot of fresh
cum and more dripping from his dick.  Every few seconds his dick would jump
and some more cum would shoot out.  About this time George decided to climb
off of Mr. Jones as he spun around and was locked ass to ass with Mr. Jones
	"Does that hurt?"  I asked as I noticed that George's cock was
really pulling against Mr. Jones' asshole.
	"A little, but you get use to it after a while, and it is unreal
when you start cumming and can't stop."  He said as he took deep breaths.
"Why don't you go let George lick you ass some more."  He said as I walked
around in front of George and got down on all fours.  George started
licking and I started spreading my legs apart to give him more access to
me.  My dick was again hard and I wanted to jerk it off.  As Mr. Jones saw
me start to jerk he said, "Stop, I have something better than that for
you."  "Crawl around here where I can get my mouth on your cock."  He said.
	I did as he said and there I was with Mr. Jones mouth around my
cock, George's tongue trying to find its way inside me, and George and
Mr. Jones locked together.  Mr. Jones reached up and spread my ass cheeks
even further as George's tongue sank deep inside my asshole.  My asshole
started opening up as his tongue continued to go deeper and deeper.  I
heard Mr. Jones grunt as George's enormous cock slid out of his asshole.
George continued to lick my asshole as Mr. Jones moved around to where his
dick was right in front of my face.  He patted me on the ass and George
immediately mounted me.  I didn't know what to do as Mr. Jones grabbed
George's cock and pointed at the entrance of my asshole.  George made one
thrust as most of it sank inside me.  I screamed out from the pain but
Mr. Jones wouldn't let me pull away.  He started sucking even harder on my
dick as George started pumping faster and faster.  The pain had gone away
and a warm full feeling was becoming apparent in my asshole as all at once
my dick started shooting cum down Mr. Jones' throat.  When he pulled off of
my dick it still continued to shoot every time George's cock pulsed inside
my asshole.
	Mr. Jones pulled George's cock out of my asshole and told me to
look at it.  It was about ten inches long and twice as thick as Mr. Jones'
cock.  "Now you have been fucked by the largest dick in the kennel, so
there will be no reason to be scared from any of the others."  "Part of
your job is to let the male dogs mate with you at least once a week."
"That means that you will have to take on several of them a day, is that ok
with you?"  He asked.
	"That sounds great to me but want I get tied to them like you did
with George?" I asked.
	"No, your ass is fat enough that they can't get all of their dicks
in you and therefore want be able to tie."  "However I was holding George's
cock so he couldn't get it all in, he is the only one you have to worry
about getting locked up with."  He said.
	"Now lets go clean up so you can start home."  He said as George
started licking the dog cum that was running down my leg.  We walked back
out to the pens next to the water hoses where Mr. Jones took the end of it
and had me bend over as he filled my asshole with the cold water.  He would
then remove it and tell me to squat down and let it out.  He did this about
three times until nothing but clear water ran out.  He then had me do him
and we went back into the barn and dried off and dressed.
	"Well Stan what do you think about your job?"  He asked.
	"I believe I am going to really enjoy working here."  I said as I
started rubbing my rock hard cock.
	"Yeah, if your ready that quick I think you and my dogs are going
to enjoy it."