Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2008 22:22:14 EDT
From: DogBone421@aol.com
Subject: "To Protect and To Serve"  chapter 11

"To Protect and To Serve" chapter 11

I'm guessing about two months had past now and I  can say I was being
especially good. In other words, I hadn't allowed myself any  strange dog cock. I was
practicing Larry's advice and was doing a good job at  controlling my
desires. I won't say it has been easy; Fuck, quite the opposite  in fact. My boy was
doing a good job at satisfying my needs for cock, but I  still lusted after
every male dog I saw with an intact nut sack hanging between  his hind legs. I
can't count the times I have had to put a fist in my front  pocket of my pants
to hide my swelled cock. It didn't matter if I was  on duty or in civvies
walking down the street, I sprang wood for any large breed  male dog I saw. Just
as your average straight American male lusts after a woman  in a tight or short
skirt, my trigger is a sheath and a hanging ball sack.  Instantly my mind
goes to wondering what his cock looks like hard and how good  would he be on my
back. I can't lie; I have always had this problem. But denying  myself any
chance of getting with a strange mutt was just intensifying the  effects. It's
funny how when you try and stop yourself from wanting something,  you want it
more. I was being good on the outside, but inside I was like a  pressure cooker
ready to explode. Trying to put down the desire to breed with  any dog I had
the chance to was only making me crazier with lust.
Take for instance last week. I had to go back to  the impound yard where my
one time fuck buddy Bandit lived. I was doing a  follow-up retinue check on a
stolen car I had towed the night before. At the  beginning of shift I realized
I had to go over there and check some paperwork  numbers. As soon as I sat in
my patrol car, I started thinking about him. My  cock instantly swelled back
against my lower hairy belly and throbbed. My mind  went to how good a fuck he
was and well he filled my insides. And dam, what a  load that dog dumps! I
could feel my slippery cock head move in a puddle of pre  slime I leaked as I
thought of him. The whole way over there I tried to think of  something else, but
it was to no avail. The head between my shoulders was  driving the car but
the head between my legs was doing all the talking. My cock  was scheming a way
he and I could maybe sneak off together. I wondered how I  could take a quick
fuck off him or maybe just suck on him a little. It was the  angel and devil
scenario playing out on my shoulders as I drove.
As I pulled in front of the building I was still  fully hard. Here I am a
hard as nails State Trooper and I had to sit in my  patrol car and try to think
of anything other then Bandit to get my cock to go  down. What the FUCK was
happening to me! My partner in the back seat stuck his  head through the open
partition and quickly licked the side of my face. He  didn't realize he was
making matters worst as his warm tongue lapped my ear.
"Please don't do that right now buddy," I said to  him as I pushed his big
head back through the opening and closed it so I could  focus on my computer
screen. I did some paperwork as I tried to think of  anything other then a dog
to get my cock to go down. After about ten minutes of  sitting there I was able
to it at least get it halfway down. Scanning the  parking lot and seeing no
one around I decided to get out of the car. I stood  behind the protection of
my car door and adjusted the placement of my cock.  Still semi hard, I hoped no
one would notice my condition.
With my hat in hand, (ready at any moment to use  it as a shield to hid my
boner) I walked towards the office door. The closer I  got, the more I felt
things were somewhat back in my control. Much to my cock's  dismay, I had managed
to get him soft and the blood he required was back in my  brain where it was
needed more.
As I entered I quickly looked around for him, but  he was nowhere to be seen.
The smell of old oil and gasoline quickly filled my  nostrils as I made my
way to the counter where a guy I had never seen before was  standing. He quickly
took notice of me and straightened his stance. I explained  why I was here
and he shuffled through some papers and then directed me towards  the door where
the vehicle I wanted to check was parked. As I stood there my  eyes scanned
behind the counter to see if Bandit was back there. I can't lie to  you guys, I
was a bit disappointed he wasn't around, but I took a deep breath  and knew
it was for the best. Adjusting my crotch absent-mindedly before I  turned made
the counter guy take notice and when his eyes met mine, he smiled  and nodded
his head at me.
"You need any help finding what you're looking  for?" he asked.
I could tell right away this guy was interested in  me. I smiled my knowing
smile back at him and teased him again by scratching my  nuts. Right away his
eyes were on my crotch.
"I'm good buddy," I said to him as I turned and  headed for the back door. I
could feel his eyes on my ass as I walked  away.
The old steel door squeaked loudly as I opened it  and I was back out in the
bright sun of the enclosed yard. Putting my sunglasses  on, I again eyeballed
the area looking for him. Seeing the car that I was here  for, I walked over
and began my paper check of the serial number and stolen tag  number. Satisfied
that things checked out, I hesitated before going back inside  the building I
had just left. I wanted to walk around and look for him, but I  walked slowly
back to the door I came out of.
Once entering the building again, I walked past  the guy behind the counter
and thanked him for his help as I moved towards the  front door to leave. From
somewhere inside me I suddenly stopped and turned back  towards him. Right
away he perked up and smiled ear to ear as I approached him  again. I leaned my
side against the old linoleum top, removed my sunglasses and  asked where
Bandit was today.
"That mutts chained back behind the building," he  said. "He drives us
fucking crazy around here." Looking around to make sure we  were alone he leaned
towards me and spoke low.
"Lately he's always trying to hump the guys around  here. He's even been
sniffing at my ass and humping my leg. I had to kick him in  the belly to get him
off me a couple times. Don't know what's got into the dumb  mutt. Its like
he has gotten his signals mixed up lately. I never heard of a  male dog going
after just guys but old Bandit has got me wondering. He's always  going after
us around here and not the chicks. Not good having him do stuff like  that with
customers around, and you know most of our customers are men. The  owners
really pissed off at him. Says he's either got to some strange pussy or  he's
going to cut his nuts off! I know he hates doing that because it makes them  too
docile. We need him to be aggressive at night when he's free to patrol the
yard. He keeps the red necks from jumping the fence and stripping parts off the
 cars."
Shit man, don't get his nuts cut off," I winched  as I grabbed my set in my
uniform. No guy wants to hear of another guy getting  his sack cut off!"
We both snickered together and then he said,  "Shit, you got that right!"
"Its just a faze some dogs go through," I told  him. "No need to worry, he'
ll be fine. Tell the owner I said so."
"He's out back if you want to go say Hello to  him," he offered. Just be
warned he might try and mount you. And shit, did shoot  him if he jumps your back!
" he bellowed.
I desperately wanted to go see Bandit,  but I knew I shouldn't. No telling
what I might let happen in broad day light if  he started humping on me.
"I better pass on that today," I offered up. "I  got enough guys wanting to
bore me a new asshole when I write them a ticket!" I  laughed.
Right away the counter guy threw in a "Who doesn't  want to fuck a cop's ass!
" as he adjusted his crotch and raised his eye browses  at me.
I had to snicker at him as I pulled  my glasses back on. Stepping away to
leave I stopped and added, "Tell you what  though; I may know a female dog that
is coming into season soon. Ask the owner  if he might be interested?"
"Fuck yeah buddy," he quietly said to me.  "Anything would be a great help!
I know old bandit would appreciate it!"
I waved to him as I turned and left the  building. I had to move quickly
because I was back on the bone in an instant.  Not sure if the counter guy noticed
but I don't how he could miss it. In these  uniform pants, there's no hiding
a hard-on. Looking down at my crotch as I  walked I was amazed at how far out
my cock bowed the front of my pants.  Thankfully again no one was in the
parking lot as I made my way back to my  cruiser. Safe behind the wheel of my car,
I couldn't help but rub my cock  through the material of my pants. As my eyes
glazed over I gave in and  fantasized about Bandit. Starting the car and
dropping it in reverse, I mumbled  out loud,
"If he only knew who the female dog in heat really  was!"
Over the last couple of months, Larry and I slowly  started to become close
friends again. I was concerned I might loose him after  my confession of being
with the redneck guy. It took weeks before he would  return my phone calls. In
my voice mails to him I pleaded my case and told him  how badly I needed him
as a friend again. Once we patched things up he never  lost a chance to remind
me that if I didn't keep my word about being more  discreet, he and I were
through as friends. It was just too risky for him, as he  put it. He had a wife
and kid on the line where I didn't. We started meeting  about once a week late
at night while I was on patrol and he was headed in to  work. We would pick a
parking lot and park our cars side by side facing  different directions and
talk. He always had fresh made coffee and we bonded as  only two K 9 brothers
could.
He had finally stopped complaining about  the lack of any free opportunities
to get with his dog after I offered him  access to my house anytime he needed
it. I think he always knew he could come  here, but I guess it didn't register
with him till I insisted. That started him  coming over on the weekends for
rendezvous when he could slip away.  Sometimes it was for only about a half
hour of quick sex. Other times he spent a couple hours at my place. After we
both had sex with our dogs, he and I would watch a game in our underwear and
drink beers together. Sometimes I would get a cell phone call from him asking if
 the coast was clear for him to stop over. Other times it was just an
unexpected  knock at the door and there he and his dog were. In his usual casual
weekend get  up of an old tee shirt and loose fitting gym shorts; I knew why he
was here.  With his dog on a leash and a big grin on his face, I let them in.
Most times he  and his mutt were a blur heading off for a bedroom. As fast as
they walked in,  they headed off to have sex.
We exchanged dogs between us sometimes if he had  wanted too. Other times he
was hell bent on only being with his boy.
"He's been sniffing after me all week buddy, you  can understand how horny
that can make you for your own dog!"
Being the dog man that I am, I totally understood  what he meant. Doesn't
mean I wasn't disappointed in not getting a chance to get  with his dog! His dogs
got a nice piece of pipe and knot between his legs! Men  seldom factor in my
mind anymore for sex, and women never have. Which brings up  what happened
next between Larry and myself.
One evening while parked and drinking coffee  together Larry asked me to do
him a favor. Seems he has been talking about me to  his wife and telling her
how great a guy I am. She wants to meet me and of  course she has a girl friend
that needs fixing up really bad. Seems she wants to  arrange a double date
between all us. I was flattered as hell Larry told his  wife about me. It made me
feel good that he though so much of me that he was  willing to let me into
his married world. But the fixing me up part was  something I wasn't too sure
of. I can tell you right now I didn't know what to  say. I was like a deer in
headlights when he asked me. Larry knows my story of  course and he was quick to
add it would look good for me to date a woman now and  then. As he put it,
"You don't want the fellows at the barracks to  start talking about you, do
you? You need to cover your tracks now and then. A  date with a chick will up
your manhood with the guys, give you something to talk  about with them. Trust
me, you need to do this. And besides she's a hot looking  girl, I swear, I'd
fuck her if I had the chance!" he bragged.
I told him I would think about it, but it was too  late. Seems he'd already
answered yes for me. We were having dinner together  this Saturday night. He
asked quickly if I was working overtime or not? I could  have used that as a
quick out, but like a fool I answered I wasn't. That was all  he needed to hear
and everything was on! I can tell you right now guys I had  butterflies in my
stomach right away and kept them till Saturday. I called Larry  early Saturday
and tired to get out of it, but he wouldn't hear of it. As he put  it,
"The wife's already planned dinner and your coming  no matter what! Let your
dog bone your ass and then drink a shot before you  leave! Man up fucker and
do this!"
I followed his advice and let my dog mount me just  before I got in the
shower. He was right; a good knotting always relaxes me and  calms my nerves. My
dog sensed my tension and licked the side of my head gently  as he dumped his
seed in me. Reaching back and stroking his ear I told him I  knew I could always
count on him. I confessed my fears and unwillingness to do  this and I think
he was listening. But maybe he was just more interested in how  tight my
asshole gripped behind his knot as I moved slightly under  him.
After a hot shower and a quick shave, I dressed  and grabbed a bottle of Jack
Daniels and took a big drink. After coughing and  getting my breath back, I
jumped in my truck and headed out. As I pulled into  Larry's driveway I took a
deep breath and told myself I could do this! I had  never been to his house
before and I was impressed. Everything looked manicured  and clean, just like a
suburban house should look. As I rang the doorbell I  thought of walking away,
but Larry opened the door too quickly. Right away he  saw the fear in my
face. He pulled the door ajar and talked with me out  front.
"Dude relax, it's just a date! You looked scared  to death!" His hand ran up
and down my back and then dropped to my ass. I could  tell he had already had
a few drinks himself as he whispered,
"Your dog get a piece of this tonight?"
Looking at him and nodding my head yes, he smacked  my ass hard and twisted
his jaw to one side and smiled a wicked smile.
"God dam you make me horny knowing your packing  dog juice in your guts right
now!"
That said, he put his arm around my neck and we  both moved inside.
He screamed his wife's name as we both entered the  dinning room. The smell
of cooking food filled the room with wonderful smells. I  can't remember the
last time I had a home cooked meal and my belly instantly  went hungry. With
Larry's arm still around my neck, I felt welcomed and  relaxed.
His wife appeared in an apron and we were quickly  introduced. Larry had done
well picking her to be his wife. She was pretty and  still had a good figure
after having a baby. I felt jealous knowing she slept  with him every night as
I hugged her lightly. My date followed her out of the  kitchen and I was
pleasantly surprised to see she was very attractive also.
We ate and drank wine with dinner and all got to  know each other better. She
had to get up early in the morning and the evening  was cut short. I walked
her to her car and we agreed to call each other and talk  more.
Larry and I helped clear the table after she left  and he was quick to ask
his wife if she minded if we went out to the  local bar and had a few beers
together. Police stuff he told her just in case  she wanted to follow he told me
later.
We hopped in his truck and headed for a local  country bar he liked to
frequent. It was good to be alone with him and we talked  about everything. We
pulled into a place I had never been to or seem before. It  was a true hole in the
wall kind of place that looked busy and muffled music  could be heard outside.
Opening the door intensified the loud country sounding  music as we entered.
We made our  way through the crowd of people dancing and shooting pool and
headed for the  bar. Larry ordered us two beers and we were lucky to find two
stools together.  We sat and drank and leaned into each other to talk over the
music. He would  point out a good looking women to me now and then and thrust
his hips forward  like he was humping her. I had to laugh at his crazy ways and
would smack his  back and reminded him he was married.
The beer ran quickly through me and I excused  myself and headed for the men'
s room. The beer was working its magic and I felt  slightly buzzed already.
Making my way down a dark hallway at the back of the  building I found the men's
room door. The smell of stale piss filled my noise  instantly as I entered
the small room. It was an instant turn-on to me. Making  my way to a long piss
troth I unzipped and let a strong heavy flow loose.  Another guy made his way
in as I stood doing my business and parked himself  beside me. I watched as he
unzipped and hauled out a nice cock. We exchanged  small talk as we stood and
mixed our piss together in the troth. I know straight  male restroom rules and
stared at the wall in front of me as we did our  business. Done, I shook my
cock of its last drops, zipped up and headed for the  door.
Stepping back into the hallway I stumbled somewhat  as I made my way back to
the noisy crowd. I knew then I needed to slow down on  the beers. From
somewhere behind me I heard,
"Hey dog man, what you doing here?"
I stopped my forward movement and sort of froze  for a second. Looking over
my shoulder I saw a guy leaning against the wall at  the end of the hall. The
only light at that end of the hall was a red exit sign  over the back door. His
one foot was resting against the wall tucked up near his  other legs kneecap.
He tipped a beer bottle to his lips and drank as I looked at  him. I didn't
recognize who he was as I tried to make out his image. The guy who  was in the
restroom with me came out and brushed past me as I stood there.
"Don't you remember me Dog man?" he  asked.
I was puzzled who would call me that, but I know a  lot of people knew me as
a K-9 officer so I wasn't upset. He slowly dropped his  leg and moved towards
me. As he got closer I realized who he was.
"You ought to know who I am dog man!" he said.  "You drank two of my loads
and my dog busted your ass!"
I looked around quickly to be sure we were alone  and told him to hold his
voice down some. I watched as took another drink from  the beer bottle and then
grabbed his crotch. In a lower voice he  said,
"Let's you and me step out back so you can take  care of this for me again.
I been here all night looking for some chick to take  home and look who shows
up! Dam am I lucky or what! I have a five day old load  that's going to make
its home in your belly!"
"Come on man," he said as he grabbed my arm and  turned and headed for the
back door.

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