Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2016 00:31:21 -0400
From: djminfll@gmail.com
Subject: Lost Dog

LOST DOG

      Ever since I broke up with my boyfriend of almost two years, I didn't
like coming home to an empty house, going to bed by myself, waking up
alone. A friend of mine at work who knew what I was going through
recommended that I adopt a dog. I wasn't sure if this was the right thing
for me to do, but I agreed to at least go to my local shelter and see if I
bonded with any of the pooches.

	I looked through kennel after kennel, but none of the dogs
"clicked" with me.  I was getting ready to leave, when I came upon a young
pit bull mix who looked like he knew his days were numbered, and seemed to
be making an effort just to give me a half-hearted wag of the tail.
Something about him struck a chord with me, and I asked the attendant to
bring him out for me to meet.

      Once he was brought out to me, his personality completely changed Ð
he was jumping up on me, wagging his tail, licking my face and squirming
around like a little puppy.  It didn't take long for me to realize that
this was my dog. I arranged to adopt him the following day, and I brought
him home.

      I named him Brando, because there was something about his face that
reminded me of Marlon Brando in The Godfather. Over the coming months, he
and I really bonded. He made such a difference for me. I didn't feel that
same loneliness that had been haunting me for such a long time. Brando and
I would run every morning, I had faith in him not to misbehave while I was
at work, and then when I got home from work in the evening, he would act
like I was returning from a tour of duty! We would go for another run in
the evening. Over time, we got our runs up from about a mile to over 3
miles each night.

      He loved it, and I found myself losing that little bit of a spare
tire around my middle. After a couple of months, I realized I was
developing quite the athletic build. When I was getting out of the shower,
I did a double-take when I saw myself in the bathroom mirror. I have always
been relatively thin, but always had a little bit of a belly. But no more,
Brando helped me out with that, and I was feeling really good about myself.

      Then a devastating thing happened. I had left Brando out in the yard
to chase lizards and squirrels. He was outside for about 30 minutes when I
opened the back door to bring him in. And he was nowhere to be found. My
heart sank and I ran frantically up and down the street calling his
name. Nothing. I went back into the house and whipped up a "LOST DOG"
poster with a picture of Brando, along with my phone number and the word
"REWARD" in large capital letters. I ran off numerous copies and started
going through the neighborhood, nailing them onto utility poles and tree
trunks. Then the waiting game began. Waiting for someone to see the signs
and call me to tell me that they had found Brando.

      A day passed, then two, and no sign of Brando and no phone calls. I
made sure my phone was always charged to 100% so there would be no way I
missed any calls that might come in. I continued to do my AM and PM runs,
but my heart was not in it. Who would have thought that a goofy bull dog
could create such a void?

      Then, on the fourth day of his absence, I got the call I was praying
for. I was driving home from work, and my phone rang. I answered the call,
and from the other end, I heard a soft, kind sounding voice which asked,
"Umm, hi, are you the one with the lost dog?"

"YES, YES, that is me!", I responded, almost yelling. "Oh my god, did you
find him?"

"Yeah, he was running around the area, so I went after him in my car. When
I got close, I opened the passenger door and he jumped right in. I checked
online, but I didn't see anything posted for this lost dog. Then I saw your
poster on a pole and figured this is probably the same dog I had found."

"Damn, I'm so stupid!", I answered, "I never put a Lost Dog ad online, what
was I thinking?" Sounding very compassionate, this stranger answered,
"Don't beat yourself up. You were upset and didn't think of it. But hey, at
least I found him and contacted you. When do you think you can come by and
pick him up?", he asked.

"Are you kidding?", I answered, "just give me your address, I'm on my way!"
He gave me the info, and I advised him that I knew where that is, it's not
far from my house. I said I can probably be there in about 10-15 minutes.

      I drove as fast as I could without running the risk of getting
stopped for speeding, and I beat my own estimate of ten minutes by getting
there in a little over 5 minutes. I got out of the car, walked to the front
door, and knocked anxiously. I heard "Just a minute" from inside. It took
more than a minute for him to answer. Finally, the door opened and this
incredibly handsome man answered the door. "I'm sorry, you're early. You
said you'd be 10- 15 minutes, so I figured I'd jump in the shower before
you got here." He was wrapped in a towel, his smooth chest was glistening
and his hair was wet and tousled in a very sensuous way.

      For a moment, I forgot why I was there, I was so taken with being so
close to him, inhaling his natural and clean body aroma. He said, "Please,
come in. Let me reunite you with your pooch, and then I'll get dressed. Oh,
my name is Wes, by the way."

"Wes, I'm Hank. And you have no idea how grateful I am that you found
Brando, and that you contacted me."

      Wes turned away and strode to the doorway behind him. As he opened
the door, Brando saw me and bolted towards me, knocking me over and
climbing all over me, licking my face, wagging his tail and jumping up and
down. Wes laughed heartily as he went to the other room to get dressed. In
the meantime, I sat on the couch and tried to contain Brando in his
enthusiastic greeting.

      Wes emerged from the room wearing jeans and a long sleeved Henley
t-shirt, which he kept unbuttoned. I couldn't help but notice his exquisite
crotch in those jeans. He was barefoot, and had large defined feet. He sat
on the armchair across from me and patted Brando on the butt.  "I've
enjoyed having him as a houseguest", Wes said, "he's such a kook!"

"I know, I have missed him a lot", I answered, "you will never know how
much I appreciate that you reached out to call me."

"Not a problem", he said, reaching out and patting my thigh. He let his
hand stay there, giving my thigh a squeeze. "I haven't had a dog since my
ex took his dog with him when we broke up." He smiled at me with a twinkle
in his eye.

      I was really attracted to Wes, more attracted than I've been to
anyone since I found out that my boyfriend Rick was cheating on me and I
kicked his sorry ass out. I couldn't help but think how amazing it would be
getting something physical going with this guy.

      Since he had his hand on my thigh already, I placed my hand over his
and squeezed it. We looked at each other for a moment, then he averted his
eyes and said, "I've gotten pretty attached to this guy, do you think it
would be OK if I came by to see him once in a while?" I decided to go for
it and said, "You can come by to see me too if you'd like. You don't need
to use Brando as a reason."

      Wes got up from his chair and moved to the couch next to me. He put
his hands on my knees and said, "I don't need Brando as an excuse at all. I
would love to get together just with you." I leaned forward and moved in to
kiss Wes.

      I pressed my mouth on his, parting his lips with my tongue. We kissed
in a slow exploring way, letting our tongues blend. As we started to kiss,
I could hear Wes quietly moan. I could feel the blood start to course to my
cock, resulting in the start of an erection.

      As we kissed, he moved his hands to my chest, rubbing it and letting
his fingers graze across my nipples, which by now were getting hard as
well. He gently pinched my nipples causing me to arch back a bit, all the
while we continued tongue-wrestle passionately.

      I ran my hands down his torso and slid my hands under his t-shirt. I
moved my hands up and pinched his nipples as well, which were rock hard by
now. This made him sigh loudly and move his mouth away from mine as he
threw his head back. I moved my hands down and then slid his shirt up, then
lifted it over his head. He raised his arms to allow me to completely
remove it.

      I changed position so that I could straddle him. I started to kiss
his neck, all the while his moaning continued. I moved down his neck to his
chest. I licked the firm flesh of his chest, letting my mouth move to his
nipple. I started to lick his nipple, it was hard against my tongue. I
gently but firmly bit it. This caused him to again, arch his back and gasp
loudly. Since I could tell that he enjoyed this, I sucked hard on it while
pinching the other nipple.

      I started to move my head down from his chest, licking downward along
his abs and below. I slid from the couch to the floor as I spread his legs
apart and crawled in between them. I moved my hands to his crotch, and as I
rubbed, I could feel he had a complete and full hardon. I rubbed along the
length, discovering he was quite well hung. I started to suck on the shaft
through his jeans. I reached up and unbuttoned the top button of his
jeans. My fingers grasped the zipper and slowly pulled it down while my
mouth worked on his cock.

      As I started opening his jeans, I realized that he didn't put on
underwear when he quickly got dressed earlier as I could feel and see the
partially exposed shaft of his cock. I reach my hand in and wrapped my
fingers around his hard cock. I pulled it out of his jeans, and was
thrilled to see how magnificent it was, fully engorged, head was swollen, a
small drop of precum was forming at the slit. I guided his cock towards my
mouth and licked up the drop. I looked up at him from my position on my
knees and I could see he was looking down at me, relishing the view of me
with my hand on his cock. I pushed it up so it was pressing against his
stomach and I started to lick at the base of the shaft. With my tongue out,
I ran it along the length of his shaft. It was not just hard, but it was
thick and veiny. As I got to the top of the shaft, I let my tongue circle
around the head, tracing the outline of the glans. I finally moved my head
up, opened my lips, and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. He
moaned and squirmed on the couch. "Oh god, that feels so good." I moved my
mouth down on his cock, then up again. I sucked it in and out, with my fist
wrapped around the thick shaft, moving it up and down in sync with the
motion of my mouth.

      I've always prided myself as being an A-class cocksucker, and I
wanted to make sure he got as much pleasure from me as I got from him. I
removed my hand from his shaft and then slid my head down on his cock,
further and further down, until I could feel the fat head of his cock deep
in my throat, and my nose was buried in his fresh smelling pubic hair. This
did drive him crazy, he thrust his hips up, making me choke. I coughed and
had to release his cock from my mouth. "Oh Hank, you're driving me
crazy!". I answered, "Wait, wait, I'm not done yet."

      I deep-throated him again, taking his entire tool into my mouth, then
as I lifted my head up, I let my tongue press against his shaft. When I
reached the top, I kept the large head of his cock in my mouth while I ran
my tongue in circles around it. He was gently trembling, grasping the
pillows on the couch and squeezing them hard. As I lifted my mouth from his
cock, I let my tongue penetrate the slit and slid it as far as I could
inside.

      Wes trembled and said, "Oh my god, you gotta stop for a second, I
feel like I'm going to burst!", he said. With a grin, I released his cock,
moved my head downward, and licked his testicles.  I then lifted and pushed
his legs back and started licking between the cheeks of his round and firm
ass. I started at the bottom, moved my tongue up between them, reaching his
puckered hole, and upwards. I then stood up and leaned towards his head and
whispered in his ear, "I want to be inside you Wes".

      Wes then stammered hesitantly that he had never been fucked before,
his ex was a total bottom, and he was a little bit afraid of taking a cock
up his ass. I said, "You know what? That's OK.  I want to pleasure you, and
I don't want anything to happen that you're not ready for." He moved his
head and kissed me deeply. He said quetly, "But I want to fuck you really
badly. You're so hot, I'm so turned on, and you are actually a really great
guy."

      I didn't need to hear anything more than that. I stood up, unbuttoned
and removed my shirt, unbuttoned my pants and let them slide down my
legs. Wes could see that my cock was also rock hard, and my briefs had a
wide wet spot soaking through. He reached forward and cupped my balls in
his hand and pulled me forward. He licked at the wet spot, moaning approval
of the taste of my cum as he lapped at the spot. Then he slid by boxers
down and swallowed my dripping cock.

      He was as good a cocksucker as I like to think I am, and it was hard
for me to stay standing while he sucked on me. I went to sit on the couch
so I could completely enjoy his oral skills. He then moved his mouth to my
balls, sucking them into his mouth one at a time, while he stroked my cock
at the same time.

      Eventually, he moved his mouth to my ass, and sucked hard on my
hole. He stuck his tongue inside, and licked it all over. Then he stuck his
finger inside me, he moved it in circles and moved it deeper into me. I was
moaning uncontrollably.  He got up and walked into the bedroom. Before I
could get up, he was returning with a condom and lube in his hands. He
handed me the condom and said, "Put it on me". I opened the wrapper, placed
the condom over the head of his cock and slowly slid it down the shaft.
Then I squeezed some lube into my palm and stroked his manhood, getting it
slick and slippery.

      I told him, "Lay back and let me lower myself onto you". He did so,
and I straddled myself over him. I lowered myself until I could feel the
swollen head of his cock pressing against my hole. I kept moving downward
until he had penetrated me with his cock head. I inhaled deeply, held my
breath in, and slowly lowered myself the rest of the way. There is a point
of discomfort that I needed to get past until the pleasurable sensation
began to take over. Once I got to that point, I was able to start raising
and lowering myself onto him. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply as I
controlled the speed and depth of his thrusts.

      Keeping his thick hard cock inside me, I rolled onto my back, lifting
my legs up so he could take control of his motion. I was moaning with
pleasure the whole time that he pounded in and out of me, filling me with
his girth. I whispered to him, "I'm getting close to cumming, stroke my
cock and make me cum!" He reached for the lube and squirted some into the
palm of his hand. Then he wrapped his fist around my cock, and gently
squeezed it. Then he started to pump my hardon, slowly at first, then
faster. I could feel myself getting ready to explode. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna
cum, Wes, I'm so close!" Then I started to shoot a thick warm load of
sperm, it shot all over my belly, up my chest, and struck my chin.

      He then started to pump inside me harder and faster. He whispered,
"Oh fuck babe, I'm gonna cum!". Even though he was still wrapped in the
condom, I could feel him pumping his load inside of me. He shot his cum
inside me for what seemed like forever, until he finally was depleted. Then
he collapsed on top of me. We were both bathed in sweat, panting, our arms
around one another. Eventually, he slid his softening cock out of me, and
removed the condom, now full with the thick cream of his orgasm.

      Before either of us could say anything, Brando jumped up from the
floor where had been laying, I guess he was watching us getting together.
He put his front paws on the sofa and started licking our sweaty, sticky
bodies. We were bathed in sweat and jizz, and crazy Brando was trying to
lick it up! Wes and I started laughing hysterically and uncontrollably. I
said, "Brando, you are awesome. Besides being a great dog and companion,
without you, I never would have met Wes." Wes and I kissed again before
sitting up and pushing Brando back to the floor. "Let's take a shower, then
maybe we can go out for a bite to eat?" he asked.