Date: Tue, 15 May 2007 11:59:23 -0700 (PDT) From: bryan m <farmlandbb3@yahoo.com> Subject: Skyscraper Guy and his Dog By the time I was 17 I was already used to driving to the nearest large city - about an hour's drive from my house - and wandering around, just hanging out. Variant on hanging out at the mall. Mostly with friends, but sometimes not. Sometimes I wanted to meet people for activities that my friends might not want to participate in - like sucking off men in their 20s and 30s. I also was meeting people on the internet, sometimes. So one time I got into a chat with a guy who turned out to share two of my most intense interests - dudes and dogs. We chatted a lot, we shared pictures, online jackoffs and I finally agreed to meet him. I was really nervous about meeting him, cuz anybody who's done it knows that a lot of the time the guy you meet is not the guy in the picture or anything like who he said he was. But this guy was better looking than his pictures, was in great shape - killer pecs, abs, lats, and glutes. Really nice ass. Great legs too. And, he was (is) a nice guy. Really friendly. I was more worried about the personality cuz I had had interactives with him, but those don't tell me much about the guy when he has his clothes on. At first he would just want me to bottom for him. You know, suck him, throat him, lick his balls and swallow every drop when he was ready. Then mebbe 1/2 an hour later I would roll over and he would suit up and spread my legs, thrust in, and pound me like he was an oil pump - long, deep, regular strokes that made me moan with pleasure. But we talked about my doing dog for him, which I was willing to do - fuck, I wanted to put out for his dog, a hell of a fine German shepherd. Wanted to feel that dog on top of me, fucking me hard and deep. And I wanted an audience. I mean, alot of the times before I let my dog fuck me, I would get cleaned up, put on a pair of sweat or board shorts (in the summer), a button up dress shirt that I left on buttoned all the way down, and some flops. Then I would go for a walk with him, and hope that people would stop and tell me what a fine looking dog he was, or tell me that they had been to my last swim meet and was glad that I had won or sorry that I hadn't. Happened usually, if the walk was long enough - but sometimes it took too long to meet somebody so we would just jog home and mix it up. Parading around used to get me hard quick, cuz I knew that I was just about to go back home, go into the part of the back yard where nobody could see us, throw my shirt over the back of the bench in the yard, put my shorts on top of them, kick my flops under the bench, and drop my undies on the ground. Then I would deep kiss him, suck him off, turn round, put my underpants or jock in my mouth to cut the knot-is-going-in-whether-youre-ready-or-not yelps, and let him mount me. Felt so good feeling him push in deep, gripping my sides, and humping me like he owned me, rather than me him. The idea of a nice, clean cut Eagle Scout letting his dog fuck him silly would have horrified the people I met (small town atmosphere, after all, lots of conservatives) and the idea of having that as a secret made me even hornier - as if I needed to be. I would imagine all the people I had met watching me do the deed with my dog. So I wouldn't have minded an audience, being an exhibitionist, kinda. But there was a hitch. He lived in a tall skyscraper style apartment building, and he wanted me to let his dog have me while tied to a low foot stool in front of his picture window - so that a lot of people in nearby or even distant building could see me taking a hump from a German Shepherd if they looked. I mean a LOT of people could have seen if you count the buildings where you would have had to use binocs to get a clear view. AND he wanted me naked and with no mask. I was not really up for that. I mean, I think most teenage guys and even older (I'm 23 now and I can't believe I actually did it) would be a bit nervous about stripping totally naked, getting yourself tied up to the legs of the foot stool, so that your mouth and butt were available for dog fucking, and sucking, and then have potentially dozens, maybe a couple of hundred people who might watch you do your zoo boi routine. I mean, I've got the need, so when I want dog, I really, really, really want it. But still I held out for weeks. They audience I was thinking of was the dog's owner. Not a hundred or so perfect strangers, many of whom might call the police. My parents wouldn't have been too happy to discover that I was already a well experienced Bernese Mountain dog bitch. And liked it. Alot. As often as I could get it. More than that, actually. Your thinking, he has a dog at home (actually 2, one is my parent's) that will fuck him, why does want this one so much? Why is he so horny for this dog? Well, two things. I wanted some variety. I know this sounds sleazy, but I had been breeding with my dogs since I was 14. I couldn't do it all that often cuz my parents wouldn't let them stay in the house at night, so I had to sneak them in when I thought I could get away with it. But I have been a "knotty" boy often enough for them to look forward to using me for their pleasure. So, I am being a sleazoid, cheating on my own dogs just for the sheer lust of it. The other reason is that the guy promised to let me have a particular fantasy of mine if I let him have his. My fantasy - first the dog, then the dude. His - well you know it - boy fucked while tied to low bench in front of picture windows - at night with the lights on and the window shades drawn so EVERYONE could see. I had weeks of good sex with him. He would always tell me about what a good top his dog was, but wouldn't let it happen back in the bedroom. He knew his dude. He would tell me how tasty the dog's cock was, how satisfying it was for him to feel his dog gripping him and thrusting in, deep and fast, getting wider with every inch that got pounded in. I would be panting with lust. Finally he gave me a do it or forget about it warning. Either I come over that Friday about 8:30 ready to fulfill his fantasy, or he and I were history. So I caved. I agreed to be there. I knew why he had chosen that time and day - would be getting dark, so people would be able to see me underneath his dog, getting fucked. And they would more likely be home, enjoying the beautiful summer weather and watching the city scenery - which would for awhile include me performing for their pleasure or, more likely, their disgust. Friday comes. I get myself ready - shower, shave, some after shave (not for the dog, for the guy), put on some flattering clothes. Want the guy hot to top me after his pooches screws the dude. I drive over, my palms sweaty and sticky the whole way. My legs tremble occasionally. Once I had to pull off the road and wait till my nervousness passed, so I could keep the gas pedal down. I get to his building. Go in, call the elevator. When I get to his apartment floor he is waiting with his dog. First I have to take it for a walk. Me and my big mouth. So I do. Follow the route he specifies - which is mostly just around the buildings that might be able to see the show. Then its back. I walk in and he hands me a stiff drink. I don't drink that much so I chug it. In about 30 seconds I am woozy, which is part of the prep. He starts unbuttoning my shirt, fingering my nips. Then he starts shoving fingers into my mouth, with me licking them till my mouth gets too full and I just sort of gargle. He uses the hand in my mouth to force me to my knees. He opens his pants and drops them, pulls out his fingers and buries his cock in my throat to the pubes. Fucks my mouth for awhile, making me beg for it. Then he pulls me over to a stool on wheels that has been sitting in the hall. Orders me to strip completely. I do. The he ties me in so my head is hanging over one end and my ass is out over the other, my arms and legs crooked and tied to the legs of the stool. Next he loosens me up. He takes a lubed dildo and shoves it up my keester, after lubing my chute. He fucks me with that for awhile, pulls it out and shoves in a bigger one. I get fucked with this one for awhile. It stretches me out big time, and I am moaning, groaning, panting, and yipping in pain as he fucks my ass. It makes me feel full and pounded. Then he pulls out a really big one. This takes some time to work into me. I am actually yelling with pain, till its in. He shoves a ball gag into my mouth and secures it, then works the huge fucker into my ass all the way. He doesn't fuck me with it, tho. He just lets it sit there while he kneels in front of the stool, removes the ball gag, and fucks my mouth again. I am choking and drooling, and gasping for breath. Then he gives me another drink. My head is swimming, which is good, cause I my courage is fading. He wheels me into the corner living room, which has floor to ceiling windows on two sides. So I am stark naked, tied to a stool, huge dildo stretching my ass and viewable by people in the neighboring highrise apartment buildings. He is back with the dog soon. The dog comes over and starts snuffling around my butt and pokes his nose in under my ass to lick my package. My balls quiver and I get stiff as a board. The dog keeps poking and licking, and I am whimpering like a baby. Then the dog starts poking his muzzle inbetween my butt cheeks and licking. The guy reaches round and pulls my melons apart and lets the dog go to town. I start begging to be fucked. The please, please, let him mount me and pound my ass hard kinda pleading that you do when you really, really want it. But its not gonna happen quite yet. He lets the dog lick, and sort of shares licking duties with the dog. Then he leads the dog around to the front. While he is doing that I kinda scan windows. Nobody seems to be around. This seems best. I am on display but nobody is viewing the exhibit. Then he twists my head. Next up, I suck. He fondles the dogs balls till the dog is hard and out. Then he pushes the stool up so my head is under the hind legs and guides the cock into my mouth. "SUCK IT". I do. I work it as best I can, but the angle is not the best for this kinda work. Still, I have a tongue and I use it. Pretty soon slobber and dog fluids are leaking all over the floor. This goes on for awhile. Meanwhile he is lubing my butt and finger fucking me like the big time. Then he pulls me away and swirls the stool. My butt is exposed, slick, relaxed, and ready for mounting. The dog recognizes this posture and jumps up and mounts my back. The guy guides the dog's dick into me, and suddenly its hump the boy night at the kennel. I am feeling my asshole stretch and stretch as the dog sinks into me, pulls out, fucks in again, pounding like a mad dog. I am yelping, probably too loudly. So back in goes the ball gag. Gets locked around. I am still yelping and moaning, but you can't really hear very well - comes out mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmpfh, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmphf, ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch. He grabs my hair and twists my head. Got an audience now. Young couple dressed like young lawyers are watching from across the way and a couple of floors up. An older man, maybe in his 40s, in his underwear is watching from the next building over on the other side of the street. But I can't look too hard, I am really getting fucked. Damm this dog likes boys. I am getting majorly fucked - hard and fast and without a pause. I shake my head to try to avoid yelling. Hurts, then really feels good. Hurts. Then it feels good, then it hurts again. Then it feels so good I am gonna pass out, then it burns. Then I am taken completely, knot in, boy to dog lock complete. He is pumping me full, but I can't really feel that. When he turns the use of the wheels is obvious. He doesn't pull out, but just pulls me along a bit. I feel stretched and open, but really good. Great fucking. Guys stops the dog from going too far away from the window. Now there are more people watching. A young man who may work as a janitor, has a uniform anyway. An African American man in a business suit. He points his cell at me and snaps. This is not a good thing. Then the German Shepard is out and the guy is in. He fucks me really good, really slow, deep strokes, then hard and fast, then long, slow and deep. Then he pulls out, comes around and glazes my face. He rolls me out of sight, back into the hall, reaches under and jacks me till I come on his hand, makes me lick it off his hand, then unties me. My clothes are nowhere to be seen. He gives me a set of nice running shorts (nice but very skimpy - about 2 sizes too small, so they are tight), a tee, some new running shoes and the dog on a leash. Apparently, if I want to see my clothes again, its out into the streets with the dog. This time I jog for over two hours, getting over the shame and the excitement. I am really unsteady at first, my ass is leaking dog cum and lube, and my butt hole hurts pretty bad. But I jog on and on, then back again. Let him worry. Anyway, maybe the guy with the phone was calling the police so its best to not be there for awhile. I go back eventually. He takes me out to a late dinner and I drive home. I think my dogs can tell I cheated on them. I smell of dog and ass fuck, I'll bet. The feeling of being a cheap piece of ass is complete. I mean I put out for him, his dog, and an audience and what was my price? Dinner - not even a movie with it. Comments? Suggestions? Criticisms? Would like to hear them if you have them. B.