Date: Mon, 15 May 2006 08:31:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Myers <bldlx350@yahoo.com>
Subject: Newspaper Ad

            I was nineteen, fresh out of high school and ready to move
out of the house. I was tired of living with my family. I never had any
privacy to myself. On numerous occasions I can recall my younger brother
walking in on me as I'm jerking my fat cock. He was sixteen, about to be
a sophomore in high school. He was a little shorter than I was, about 6'
exactly with dark blonde hair and a swimmers build, considering how he
was on the swim team.
            During high school I wrestled. I was pretty good at
wrestling. I was 6'3, a solid 200 lbs. with a strong upper body.  I
decided to wrestle when I was in the eighth grade. My gym teacher, Mr.
Bramlish, was the sexiest man I thought I had ever seen. He was huge,
extremely muscular. He was about 5'11 and a very muscular 220 lbs. He
talked with me one day after gym class to recommend that I try out for
the high school wrestling team when I was a freshman.
The last week of junior high school gym was a preview of some of the
sports offered at the high school. After the wrestling preview, Mr.
Bramlish suggested that I try-out. I would have done anything this man
said. I'll never forget when he used me as an example to show to the
rest of the class how to do a proper move. He was in his super tight
leotard while all rest of us guys were just in sport shorts and t-shirts.
Looking at his body, I knew it would be difficult not to show my boner.
While he was demonstrating on me I could feel his massive boner rubbing
up against my side. I wanted so bad just to grab and squeeze his man
organ but I couldn't do it in front of all my classmates and friends. As
he would do different moves on me, I would periodically have my face
smashed into his giant hairy chest. I loved this because after a while we
were both very sweaty and when I got a whiff of his body, I couldn't
control my raging boner anymore. I loved his massive hairy chest. Anyway,
Mr. Bramlish was the whole reason why I started to wrestle during high
school.
 High school was a good time for me. I became very popular and I had a
lot of friends. And because of wrestling for four years, I had a very
nice developed body. My body was smooth which for some reason ran in the
family. My junior year I worked my way to be number one in the state.
Ironically though, I always hated gym class because of the teacher. He
was a short man that had a nice body but did nothing for my cock. Not to
mention, we weren't allowed to take showers, so I never got a chance to
see some guys' cock. The showers were for athletes only after practice
or meets. My wrestling coach was a different story.
He was a bit shorter than me but damn, with him around, I was a walking
hard-on. It took me four years until I could finally see him in just his
jock strap and that night I went home and pounded my cock until I thought
it would fall off. My coach, Coach Starks, was one hell of a man. He was
a bit shorter than me but damn, what he lacked in height, he made up in
sexiness. This man was the hairiest man I have ever known and he always
had a big rough beard that I used to love feel being rubbed up against my
sweaty body. He was always the high light of my jerk sessions.
So I had just graduated about two months earlier and I would be going to
college a few miles away from home. I didn't want to live in a dorm so I
decided to get my own place that was closer to campus. The apartments I
was looking at weren't that expensive and my parents had agreed to pay
for half the rent since it would be cheaper than paying for a dorm. The
reason they were so cheap was because they weren't in the nicest and
safest part of town. I had a really difficult time convincing my parents
that I would be fine and that I could protect myself if anything were to
happen. Plus there were a few other older college students that lived in
the apartments too, so if anything were to happen, we would have each
other.
Well that wasn't good enough for my mom and she started to have second
thoughts about me moving out of the house at such a "young" age. My dad
had done some research and found that people who lived on the first floor
were allowed to have large pets  while everyone else were only allowed to
have small pets. The new deal was if I were to live away from home that I
would have to have some sort of protection. I didn't really like the
fact that I would have to take care of something else besides me so I
took my time in finding a dog.
About four weeks of being on my own, my mom, who always watched every
news channel possible, heard about some break-ins close to my apartment
complex. She called me up that night and ordered me to come home until I
had found a dog to protect me.
I didn't know the first thing about dogs and neither did my parents. My
mom wanted me to get a large female dog because she said they were more
gentle and protective. My dad on the other hand suggested that I get a
large male dog because he said they were more aggressive and fun to play
with. I couldn't decide so I just started skimming through the
newspaper. There weren't that many ads for dogs. Almost all of them were
small dogs or puppies. And the ones that were larger were way too
expensive. This wasn't going too well for me.
The longer it took for me to find a dog, the more time I had to spend at
my parent's house. Finally a couple days later, I found in the newspaper
an ad that said a large male mixed was free to a good home. It gave a
phone number so I tried to call it but no one answered. I was very
anxious because I knew that with out a dog, I would never get back into
my apartment.
I spent the next two or three hours trying to get a hold of this family
so I could get a look at the dog. The first day was unsuccessful but the
next day, I was finally able to reach the owner. He told me where he
lived and we agreed to meet up at his house in about three hours. After I
got the directions to his house, I realized that his house was out in the
country and it would take a while to get there.
After about two hours of driving in the country side, I finally reached
this little trailer house. As I pulled up into the gravel dirt driveway,
I began to wonder if this was a good idea. I went up to the door and
knocked on the screen door. It was a hot fall day and out in the country,
the trailer home didn't seem to have any air-conditioning. I was only
wearing a pair of loose fitting gym shorts and a tight t-shirt that
showed my muscles very nicely. Finally, someone approached the door and
what I saw next caused my cock to begin to swell.
The man that answered the door sent a tingling feel all the way through
my body then straight to my cock head and caused it to swell. I turned
around real fast so I could readjust myself. When the man was in full
sight I could see the full extent of his muscular, rugged, manly body.
This man must have been at least 6'5, huge broad chest, and tree trunk
like thighs. Besides the thighs, his arms were giant, obviously in shape
from living out in the country doing work every day. He had a nice beard
that obviously hadn't been attended to for several weeks. This man
looked to be in his late thirties and was starting to bald a little on
the top of his head. He had golden glow to him from always being out in
the sun. The man looked to have just woken up. He was only in his boxers
and a white tank top.
"Can I help you?" the rugged man asked.
"I--I--I came in regards to the dog." I stammered. The man was so
fucking sexy I couldn't even speak to him with out drooling.
"Let me get the big shit for ya. Come on in. Make yourself at home."
I stepped into the trailer home and passed right by the guy. I kept
thinking this man was so fucking hot; I just wanted to jump on him and
rape him, or have him rape me. I sat down on the dirty old couch and
listen to the man call out for his dog. I guess it wasn't the dog that
was in the house already.
"Pounder! Get up here boy!" he yelled out the back window.
A few seconds later, a huge, dark brown dog came running up to the front
porch. This dog must have weighed at least eighty pounds of solid muscle.
He looked to be a mix of a rot, lab, and husky mix. He was beautiful I
thought and I knew he sure as hell would scare off any person who tried
to break into my apartment.
"By the way, I'm Garret. Sorry, but I just woke up when you arrived. I
hope you don't mind that I'm just in my underwear."
"Hey man, no big deal to me." But all I could think was how much better
Garret would look with no clothes on at all.
I kept staring at him. I finally could see the full extent of how much of
a hairy beast this man was. His chest, which was covered up by his tank
top, was a forest of black hair, which never seemed to stop. The hair was
all over this man; all over his arms, legs, chest, neck, and face. I
wanted so bad just to rub my face all over his hot, sweaty body.
"Well here he is. His name's Pounder. He's about three years old.
He's a mix between several breeds. He's really a good dog but I've
only had him for about a month or two."
"What's the reason you're getting rid of him?" I asked.
"Well since it's just me, I don't really have to money to take care of
a dog. I saw him one day out back in the fields just wondering around. I
thought that maybe it was someone's dog from down the road but no one's
claimed him yet.
"Any problems I should know about him?" I asked as I started to pet his
head. The dog's head was giant. He was panting like crazy and drooling
all over my leg, which he kept licking up with his massively long tongue.
"No, nothing really. Like I said, I've only had him for a month or two
so I don't know what he's like in the city or anything. But he seems
like a good dog." Garret said.
Pounder seemed like a great dog but I was still uncertain. He was a hell
of a lot bigger than what I was expecting or wanted. But he seemed to
connect with me so I decided to think about it.
"Pounder is definitely bigger than what I thought he was going to be. Is
it ok if I go home and think about it and let you know a later on?" I
asked.
"Yeah that's fine. Just give me a call tomorrow and let me know what
you plan to do."
I gave Garret my phone number and told him that I would keep in touch
with him. He then extended his hand and we shook. His hands were so rough
and big. They were like bear claws. I wanted so badly for those hands to
be rubbed all over my body. As I got in the car, all I could think about
was Garret. I didn't care about the dog. The only reason I said I needed
to think things over was because I wanted to come back and see Garret
again.
Later on that night, I lie awake in my bed at my parents' house thinking
about Garret. I was way too fucking horny to be ale to sleep. I couldn't
help it so I went ahead and jerked my cock until it shot the biggest load
I have ever shot. Cum went everywhere, all over my chest, arm, face, hair
and even my headboard. I had to have Garret. I had to have his massive
hairy cock shoved up my ass!
The next morning I awoke to my brother walking in on me in my room. I was
of course naked in my bed and still wet from last night's jerk session.
I screamed and yelled until he got out. At that point, I knew I had to
get out of this house and back into my apartment.
I decided not to even call Garret and instead just go and pick up
Pounder. After a long time of driving, I saw the familiar driveway that
led to the hunks trailer. I walked up to the porch and knocked on the
door. I didn't hear anything at first so I was about to head home when
finally I heard the front door crack open.
"Who the hell is it?" Garret demanded. He sounded pissed and you could
tell he just woke up.
"It's me, David. I was here yesterday in regards to picking up Pounder.
I for got to call."
Garret opened the front door and I almost passed out at what I saw. He
was standing in just a jock strap. I now had a full view of his entire
manly hairy body. I think I shot a load in my pants when I saw him.
"Come in. Let me get dressed." Garret said as he began to walk away.
When he turned around, I got a nice shot of his furry ass. It was so
tight and muscular. I just wanted to jump on him and fuck the shit out of
his hairy man hole.
"I decided to take Pounder. I think he'd be a really good guard dog for
me." I yelled down the hall.
            I spent about two hours at Garret's house, just bullshitting
back and forth. I finally had to head home since it was getting late. He
gave me some food to tie me over until the weekend and some toys for
Pounder. He walked us out to my car and helped me get everything loaded
into my car. After Pounder was inside my car, I shook Garrets massive
manly hand and said thanks. I was a little sad to never be able to see
this hunk of a man again. Maybe someday I would just have to stop by or
give him a call to let him know how his old dog was doing.
            I didn't even make a stop to my parents' house. I just
wanted to get back to my own place. When I got back to my apartment, I
was tired as hell. I walked Pounder outside for him to go to the
bathroom. As we were walking, I noticed that as he was peeing, he wasn't
neutered. His gigantic, furry balls swayed back and forth every time he
lifted his leg to piss. I had never had a male dog before so this was new
to me. I brought him inside and got things situated. It took him some
time before he got comfortable and fell asleep next me on the couch.
            The next morning, I took my new dog outside first thing to
start the routine of him going to the bathroom and getting fed. Again,
every time Pounder would lift his leg to piss, I couldn't help but catch
a glance at his package. His shaft was fairly long, about five inches
long. And there were those balls again. I couldn't help but laugh at
this.
            A couple of days later, it was a hot humid day outside. I had
just gotten done standing in line to get all my books for my classes to
begin the following week. I got home and felt full of energy so I decided
to go for a run. I changed into my usual running gear, running shorts, a
jock, and some running shoes. I ran for about an hour and when I came
home I was soaked in sweat. I said hi to Pounder and went directly to my
room to undress and get ready to take a shower.
            As I took off my sweat soaked jock, I began to think of
Garret. The vision of him and his hairy muscular ass in his jock strap
made my cock instantly spring to life. I decided to jerk off before my
shower. My pubes were matted down from all the sweat. I was lying on the
floor because it was a lot cooler than my bed and I didn't want to get
my bed all messed up. I was really getting into it. I kept picturing
Garret ramming me with his huge fucking cock. My eyes were closed and
mouth opened as I begin breathing heavily. I knew I was close.
            Just as I about to reach the point of no return, I felt
something warm, smooth but yet rough, and extremely wet lick my ass hole.
At first I didn't realize what it was but when I finally regained
consciousness I was looking into the face of a huge hairy beast. It was
Pounder. He was going to town on my ass. I was totally freaked out by
this and immediately yelled at him to stop. I had to get up and push his
head back. I was pissed now because I was so close.
            I sat on my bed, slowly stroking my meat, rubbing all the
precum around and getting off to the slushing sound it was making, when
Garret interrupted again. This time, his started to lick my cock.
            "Damnit you sick fuck! Stop!"
            I knew it was gross and wrong but for some reason I just
couldn't help it. Pounder's tongue was heaven to my balls and it was
really turning me on. I hadn't jerked off since I left my parents'
house over a week ago so I knew I would need all the relief I could get.
I decided to let him go to town. It had been a long time since I had a
good cock licking.
            I then remember how good it felt to have a tongue going up
and down my ass crack so I got on all fours on the floor and spread my
ass cheeks apart so Pounder could go to town. I was jacking so hard while
Pounder was working my ass when I noticed that he had stopped. I turned
my head around to see what the problem was when all of sudden, he jumped
up on my back and I was pushed to floor. He was so heavy and muscular
that it took me some time to be able to get back up. When I tried to
stand up, I heard a grunting noise in my ear. I had no idea what the hell
was going on when all of a sudden, I felt something warm and wet poking
around at my ass hole. I looked underneath me and what I saw grossed the
hell out of me
            Pounder's cock was completely exposed from his sheath and it
was huge! His cock must have been at least eight inches and he was trying
to make me his bitch. It was really red and wet. Before I knew it, I felt
something hit my hole and he was in.
            I screamed so loud, I was very shocked that no one knocked on
my door to see if I was alright. I couldn't believe what was going on. I
was being fucked by my new beast. I tried to stand up but Pounder was
just too strong for me. He had his front paws wrapped around my waist and
he was pushing down. A couple of minutes later, I began to notice the
pain was subsiding and it was actually starting to feel really good. I
started to push my ass back as he was thrusting forward. I was really
getting into it, telling him to fuck his new bitch.
            After about ten minutes of fucking, I felt something else now
hitting my wet hole. When I looked under me, his knot was beginning to
grow and he was trying to shove it into me. I started to freak again. It
was about the size of a tennis ball now and there was nothing I could do.
Pounder was going to shove that thing inside me. Thoughts started to run
through my head. I thought I would have to go to the hospital to get
stitches, it hurt so bad. Finally his knot was all the all the way in me.
It was still swelling inside me. After what seemed like hours but was
actually only about five more minutes, the pain subsided and pleasure
started to come back.
            Pounder was still going strong and fucking my ass for all he
was worth. Then it happened, I heard Pounder grunt really hard, and I
could feel my insides being filled with doggy seed. I didn't even have
to touch my cock; I exploded all over my floor and face. If I would have
had my mouth open, I would have gotten a nice taste of my load. I must
have passed out from my orgasm because I fell to the floor. When I came
around, Pounder was still pumping into me. I could feel his cum rushing
out of my hole, down my leg. I quickly scooped some up with my hand to
rub on my cock and to taste a little of it. It tasted different than man
cum, it was sweeter.
We stayed tied for about twenty minutes. When Pounder finally pulled out,
I felt all his cum pour out on to the floor. When I stood up, my ass
ached. I felt like I had been torn open. I took a nice long shower, where
I jacked off two more times thinking about what just happened. I got out,
rubbed Pounder on his head and went over to the phone. I thought I would
give Garret a little call just to let him know that everything was just
fine with Pounder.
The phone rang ad finally I heard the manly voice on the other line.
"Hello?"
"Garret, it's me, David. Just thought I would let you know how
everything is going with Pounder."
"Let me guess, you found out why I named him Pounder"
I smiled as my cock sprang to life again.

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