Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2007 01:14:39 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: new to the neighborhood-4

[Mathew (Matt) Pinnellton is a newly divorced male living on his own in a
new town. Knowing no one, he adopted a 2 year old German Shepard (Bruce)
whom he later discovered was very frisky. Now a committed "dog-lover", he's
trying to mend his shattered life while trying to keep his most shameful
sexual experience secret]

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NEW TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD-4

It was on Friday evening that I got a return visit from my neighbor Hank
Russell. I thought he'd come by to complain about Bruce's carrying on, but
instead he offered to take me up on showing me what Bogotá Bay had of a
night life.
	He drove me around in his dusty old pickup, giving me grand tour of
the small town he grew up in. He showed me his elementary school, his
middle school, and his high school. He showed me the road up to "look out
point" in the hills, where most teens go to neck and loose their
virginities (including him at 17). He showed me the auto shop he worked for
his first job, the church he got married in, and the town hospital where
his wife mis-carried their only child. Then he showed me the cemetery he
buried her in after her death, before taking me to Sam's Pub to meet with
some of the locals, and to get a few drinks into us.

	He introduced me to a few of his friends. Some were friendly, while
some looked at me in destine. I figured they just weren't used to strangers
moving into their quiet little town. The waitress (Pauline) came over and
took our orders. Hank took the liberty to orders us a round of beer, "and
keep `em coming, honey!" he laughed, slapping her on the rump. Pauline
giggled as she moved on to fill our orders.

"You hitting that?" I asked, watching his eyes focus in on her ass.

"Who..., Pauline?" he asked, as if the concept was absurd. "Naw..., Pauline
knows I've been faithful to Cathy. She just likes to tease and flirt with
all the customers, that's all! Heightens her tips!" smiled Hank.
	Pauline came back with our drinks, flashing her cleavage as she
winked at big Hank. Hank was about 6-3, stocky muscular build with sandy
brown/blondish hair, mustache and bristled beard. He usually wore dusty
jeans and plaid shirts. This was the first time I'd seen him cleaned up and
smelling of soap, though he still looked scruffy.
	We sat and talked for awhile while the juke box played some old
country songs. Half toasted, Hank suggested we shoot some pool. I wasn't
too good at pool, having spent most of my evenings wining and dining in the
big city with my wife and our socially conscious friends. But Hank insisted
it'd be fun, so I gave it a try.

	We found ourselves an unused table, and began to play. Hank broke
the balls, taking the solids while leaving me the strips. He beat every
game, but gave me some good pointers on how to hold and position my
pole. When I laid down across the table to try to make a more difficult
shot, I could swear I saw him checking out my ass in the wall mirror. I
started to get aroused at the thought of it, and fucked up the shot big
time. Of course Hank beat that game as well, and decided to call it a
night.
	We drove back home in his pickup, not saying much as we let the
warm breeze of the pacific ocean blow over us from the Bay.

"Did you ever find out what your dog was fucking in your backyard the other
day?" asked Hank, out of the blue.

"uh..., no. By the time I got there, it was gone." I lied.

"Well..., you need to be careful..." said Hank. "...cause whatever it was,
it looked like it had human legs attached to it!" he said, dropping a bomb
on me.

"Huh...?" was all I could manage on such short notice.

"Yeah..." said Hank, obviously spurred on from the drinks. "...seems Bruce
was back there butt fucking the hell out of someone! A person!" he
continued, looking straight out the front wind shield. "I really couldn't
see who it was..., but I hazard to guess..." he added, looking over at
me. "So Matt..., how long you been fucking your dog?"

"Hank, I..."

"Don't deny it, Matt...I know what I saw!" said Hank, making me bow my head
in shame. "When did it start?" he asked again, curious.

"It was an accident." I admitted, drunkenly. I told Hank how I'd been
feeling lost and alone since my divorce, and how I'd been home masturbating
when Bruce came in and started licking my private parts one night. I told
him I hadn't had sex in months, and how good Bruce's tongue felt licking me
in places I'd never been touched before. Hank listened as I described how
Bruce pushed me down onto the ground, and mounted me that first time. I
told him how painful it was, and how I passed out in my living room when he
came in me. Hank was openly rubbing the growing bulge in his pants by time
I finished the story.

"But you liked it, right?" he asked, as we pulled into his driveway. "I
mean..., you let him fuck you again, right? In the backyard that night?"

"It's not what you think, Hank..." I said, embarrassed. How could I explain
it to him without sounding like a complete and total perv?

"So, are you gay, Matt?" he asked, turning off his truck.

"No..., NO! I'm not gay!" I insisted.

"How do you know?" he asked, looking me over suspiciously.

"Because I was married to a woman, and I love pussy! I love women despite
my broken marriage" I said.

"You also like getting fucked in the ass by a dog..., that makes you
queer!" announced Hank. I fell silent, not knowing how to respond to his
theory. Surely I would have thought someone queer for getting fucked up the
ass too, but Bruce wasn't human! "Have you ever been fucked by a guy?" he
asked.

"No." I said, not liking the direction this conversation has taken.

"Ever want to, or daydream about it?" he asked.

"No." I answered, honestly. I couldn't help noticing the bulge in Hank's
pants. He was obviously turned on by the thought of me getting fucked.

"Me neither." he answered without being asked. "But I have a confession..."
he added, scaring me as I looked over at him curiously. "...I wouldn't mind
seeing you mess around with Bruce sometime." he admitted.

"Noway!" I said, turning him down flat.

"Why not?" he asked, sounding disappointed.

"Because I don't intend to ever let it happen again!" I stated,
honestly. "Taking Bruce's cock is painful..." I informed. "...and I always
feel nasty and disgusting afterwards! It's not worth it!" I insisted.

"That's a shame..." said Hank drunkenly, his speech slightly slurred. "...I
know you wouldn't want people to find out what you and Bruce've been up to
here by yourselves up in that house...." he said, causing the hairs on the
back of my neck to rise. "...it'd be a real shame if people found out
somehow..."

"So you're telling me if I don't let you watch me get fucked by my dog...,
you're going to tell people that I let him fuck me?" I clarified. Hank said
nothing, but hunched his shoulders as an answer. I was shocked. I thought
my neighbor was nicer than that. "Okay..., I'll do it, this once!" I agreed
after thinking about it, hoping to satisfy his lustful desire.
	Hank and I exited the truck and walked over to my house next
door. We entered in through the front door, and he followed me straight
into the bedroom.

"Where's Bruce?" he asked, looking around.

"Out back..., but I have to prepare myself first or he'll kill me!" I said,
as I started to undo my shirt and remove my clothes. Hank wandered over to
the dresser, and picked up my new 7 inch rubber dildo I forgot to put up.

"And what's THIS for?" he asked holding the dildo up, much to my dismay.

"It helps open me for him." I said, grabbing the Vaseline off the
table. Hank watched as I laid back on the bed, and greased my hairy hole. I
could see the outline of his hard cock through his tight jeans as he
watched me with tense eyes. He looked as if he hadn't seen anything even
remotely sexual since his wife died.
	I shoved a few fingers up my ass, lubricating the inside as well as
the outside. Hank was starting to get impatient, wanting to see Bruce fuck
me. I took the dildo from him, and placed the head up to my hole and pushed
it in. I'd been fucking myself with the dildo regularly, taking it every
night as I masturbated to one of my DVD's. Hank saw the rubber cock go into
my asshole, and started to rub his cock bulge openly again. I could see a
definite wet spot forming at the head of his cock, damping his jeans with
pre-cum.

"Get Bruce for me..." I moaned, fucking myself with the dildo
steadily. Hank's feet seemed planted, as his eyes never left my ass. He
watched me move the rubber cock back and forth, taking more and more of it
into me as I got hotter and hornier. "Hurry up!" I insisted. "If you want
to see Bruce fuck me, go get him NOW!" I demanded.
	Hank went into the kitchen, and opened the back door. I could hear
Bruce barking at him as he came into the house, still seeing Hank as a
stranger. "In here boy!" I called, getting up off the bed. Bruce came
running into the bedroom as I got down on my hands and knees. I removed the
dildo from my ass, and added more grease. Bruce licked at me as he greeted
me happily with dog kisses. Hank came back into the room, and watched as
Bruce came around back to check out my bare backside.

	After inspection, he mounted me. I was facing away from Hank,
giving him the grand view of Bruce's dog cock searching for my warm hole as
he humped into me. I could see Hank through the floor mirror as he took a
seat in a nearby chair and watched. Bruce's cock found my hole, and was
buried in me in seconds. The dildo stretched me enough so his penetration
wasn't such a shock. His cock moved in and out of me at its regular pace,
fast and quick. I leaned forward on my elbows, giving him total access to
my ass as he fucked me at his own pace.

"Damn..., I can't believe this!" said Hank, unfastening his pants and he
started to jack off while watching. I know he was disgusted by what he saw,
just as much as he was turned on by it. I suffered the same indecision
whenever I allowed Bruce to fuck me. His cock was like a steal pillar as it
passed through my rectum like a pendulum.
	My own cock was rock hard between my legs, despite my slight
embarrassment from being watched. Luckily the alcohol I'd consumed early
had dulled some of my shame, and my lust had dulled the rest. I didn't jerk
off though, as I didn't want Hank to know that I actually got off on
getting fucked by Bruce (which was my true dilemma).

	Bruce's claws scratched into ribs as he tightened his grip on my
waist. His furry abdomen pumped into my bare ass, thrusting his entire cock
through me as I took him from tip to balls with each plunge. I knew from
previous experience, that it wouldn't be too long before I felt Bruce's
knot enter my hole. I braced myself for the pain when I felt it bang up
against my hole. I bit my lower lips and pounded the floor with my fists
when his knot punched through me. Bruce tightened his hold as he continued
to fuck at the same pace. I could feel his knot banging against my
prostate, working my cock into a frenzy as it began to jump and jerk and
leak pre-cum against my will. I tried to hold off cumming for as long as
possible, wanting to hold onto my last shred of dignity. Cumming without
touching myself while getting fucked by my dog, would definitely let Hank
know how totally perverted I'd become. I wasn't ready for ALL my secrets to
be told in one night.
	Luckily Bruce came before I did, hosing my colon with a steady
spray of watery cum. I could feel the deluge seeping from my hole around
his pumping cock, dripping down off my balls to stain the carpet beneath
me.

	When Bruce was done, he climbed down off my back, and turned his
ass to me. "Hold him..., please...!" I begged, as Hank got up and grabbed
Bruce by his collar. "Hold him still until his cock softens." I ordered,
looking back over my shoulder.
	I could see Hank's hard cock sticking out of the fly of his
jeans. He'd obviously been stroking it while watching me get fucked. I
couldn't keep my eyes off of it, as it bobbed and swayed with his movements
to hold Bruce still.

	Hank was looking down at my ass, checking out the space where
Bruce's cock and my asshole met. He ran a curious hand between our bodies,
grabbing at Bruce's cock and rubbing the fat swollen lips around my
hole. He spread my ass cheeks to get a good look at Bruce's cock protruding
from my anus. When Bruce's cock finally popped free on its own, he saw the
deluge of semen escape my swollen pucker. He rubbed the dog lubricant into
my anus and ass cheeks, and even poked a finger into my soft hole.

"Feels like a cunt!" he whispered in a deep husky tone, talking more to
himself than me. Then I felt Hank maneuver himself between my legs,
aligning his pelvis up with my hips. I looked up into the mirror, and saw
him aiming his hard cock up to my asshole.

"Wait, Hank...!" I said, tensing up as his cock head pressed into me. "No!
Wait! I've never been fucked by a gu...Aahhhh...!!!" I yelled, feeling his
cock shaft push through me.
	Hank grabbed my hips, and shoved his cock in until his balls met
mine. I was staring at him through the mirror as he looked down at his cock
burying into my ass. He ground his pelvis into my buttock, churning his
cock in my cummy gut. I felt funny, strange, and totally complete as his
dick filled my anal lock like a key. I quickly gave in and let him fuck me
as Hank started to move in and out. His eyes were locked on his cock and my
asshole as he pulled apart my cheeks while my ass swallowed him up whole
with every thrust of his hips.

"uhhhh, shit! Fuck!" I groaned, receiving my first man-fuck.
	Hank was more skilled than Bruce as he fucked me with an array of
thrusts and paces. He long dicked me, pulling my ass cheeks apart as he
watched his entire cock slip in and out of my sucking chute. He power
fucked me, taking shorter quicker thrusts as he kept his cock mostly buried
in me. And he rotated his hips, churning his cock around in my gut to
stretch my colon and touch every area inside of me.
	I was so excited by my first man-fuck, that I started jacking my
cock while he fucked me. I stared at Hank's facial expressions through the
mirror, fascinated by his intensity as he dipped his cock in and out of my
tight warm hole. It was obvious that he liked it by the way his cock stayed
rock hard inside me. He buried his dick in me over and over, pounding my
man-hole deep as his pelvis slapped into my sweaty buttock.

"Oh fuck, Hank! Shit man! Fuck me!!" I groaned, loving the way his cock
felt. As good as Bruce's cock felt, Hank's human dick was more tailored
made for my hole. It was as if we were born to be connected, like a plug to
a socket. I spread my knees, pushing my ass back on his thrusting cock as
he fucked into me over and over. I jacked my own cock harder, feeling my
balls contract as I hosed the floor with my load.

"Aaahhh shit!" moaned Hank, feeling my hole spasm, milking his manhood. He
humped me harder, hammering his cock deep into my vitals as he started to
unload his special cargo into my dock. "OOhhh fuck...! I'm cumming!!" he
yelled, filling my rectum with gallons of his precious sperm.
	I could feel his cock jump and jerk inside me as he shoved all the
way in and held himself there. I loved the way he pulsed in me, knowing
each pulse sent another jot of semen into me.

	When Hank was done, he pulled out and fell backwards onto his
ass. I turned around and leaned my back against the bed, looking at the
exhausted look on his face. Hank avoided eye contact as he started to
mumble to himself about how he "fucked up!" He gathered his strength and
climbed to his feet. I watched him tuck his cock back into his pants as he
staggered from the room. Seconds later I heard the front door slam as Bruce
pranced back into my room.

"No more, boy..." I said, pushing him away as I got to my feet and
collapsed back on the bed and went to sleep in a drunken stupor.

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DOGG