Dog Sex

I had just finished sweeping off the deck and was preparing to take
a dip in the pool to cool off. Tim was taking advantage of the
seclusion my cottage afforded by working on his all-over tan. My
5’10”, blonde haired, blue eyed, muscular, 150 pound friend had just
broken up with his boyfriend of two years and was in need of some
peace and quiet.

We have had a “more-than-just-a-friend” relationship for about five
years, since my coming out, and have occasionally spent the night
in each others bed. Nothing serious, but more than just a friend.
When Tim called at mid-week wanting to come to my house just to
talk, I knew he needed a friend more than a lover. Once there, he
cried for two hours sobbing out the events [that led to his lover
telling Tim he’d been sleeping with his secretary for three months,
she was pregnant and he was going to marry her. We stayed up most
of the night talking (we hadn’t done much more talking since he met
Rodney), and I asked him if he’d like to spend a long weekend at the
cottage to regroup. I made it clear that I expected nothing in
return and that I’d enjoy the company. Enough background…..

Neither Tim nor I were shy about our bodies as we’d gone skinny-
dipping on several occasions, but the sight of him lying there with
the sun glistening on the beads of perspiration made my cock swell
inside my shorts.

“I’m gonna take a dip,” I called to him from the deep end. “Wanna
meet in the middle?”

He raised up and smiled as I dove into the water. Gliding from the
force of my dive, I was a bit surprised when he plunged in next to
me at mid-pool. I hooked an arm behind his leg and pulled him
under. We both popped to the surface together and Tim’s arms went
around my neck. I pulled him close to me and could feel his hard
body press against me as our lips met. We kissed gently at first,
but as Tim pressed his hips against me and my cock began to get
harder, our passion flared. I put my hands on his bare butt, cool
in the water, firm and smooth as I pressed him against me. As our
kiss ended we were both out of breath and flushed with passion.

“I want you” he murmured.

“You sure?” I asked. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

I was lying like a snake in the grass, but i really didn’t want to
push him if he was feeling rejected.

“You’re the only man I trust anymore since Rodney fucked me over.
I’ve seen you watching me in the sun and I’ve seen the bulge in
your suit.”

To add emphasis to his words he dipped his right hand beneath the
water and ran his fingers over the straining material that confined
my hard manhood.

As he gently squeezed my shaft, he said “It’s been two years since
I’ve had a real man like you inside me. I don’t know what it is,
but you do something different or right and no one else makes me
feel like you do.” He purred “Yes, I want you!”

We swam to the edge at the shallow end. Tim jumped out of the water
sat on the edge of the pool, spread his legs and leaned back on his
elbows with a sly smile on his lips and a look in his eyes that left
nothing to my imagination.

“Eat me like you used to…..long and slow, lick my balls, slide
your tongue up my hard cock.” he cooed.

I kissed my way slowly down the inside of his leg, nipping lightly
with my teeth as I went. It was almost ninety out, but still he
shivered and goose-bumps appeared on his upper thighs. As I
ever-so- gently touched his balls with the tip of my tongue he
shuddered and let out a growling moan. His hands went to the back
of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled my face
hard against his dripping cock. I stuck my tongue as deeply into his
pisshole as I could and let my teeth just touch his cock as I slid
up and down. Tim’s hips started to buck and he gasped for breath.
“OH, GOD!” he finally screamed as the waves of his powerful orgasm
broke over him. (That’s one thing I really liked about Tim, there
was never any question as to whether he was enjoying himself or
not.)

As I tortured him by softly tonguing small circles around his
cockhead we were startled by a commotion in the front of the
cottage. Being half a mile down a heavily wooded gravel road guarded
by a locked gate, I wasn’t too concerned about visitors. These
sounds were by no means mechanical and sounded like animals
fighting.

I pulled on my joggers as Tim grabbed his robe and we both went
through the cottage to the front door. I really had no idea what to
expect when I opened the front door, my shotgun in my hand.

There on the front lawn, about ten feet from the edge of the porch
were three dogs; a small beagle-looking bitch very much in heat, a
somewhat larger brown male actively trying to fuck the beagle, and a
young but full-grown beautiful black Great Dane.

The bitch was almost too small for the brown male and he couldn’t
get his long red prick to hit home effectively. Every third or
fourth lunge, she’d raise up and he’d lower enough that he’d get
about half of his 5 inch dog-dick into her.

Then, just as they would try to get a rhythm going, he’d slip out.
The Dane was fit-to-be-tied and was just too tall to get anywhere
near the bitch. Never the less, he had at least eight inches of hard
canine cock exposed and was, as Tim so aptly described it,
“air-fucking”. The brown dog was at least getting his dick wet, but
the Dane wasn’t getting any relief at all.

“I’ve never watched dogs fucking like this before. It’s really kind
of neat in a kinky sort of way isn’t it.” Tim said, never taking his
eyes off the trio.

The black Dane was standing over the other two stabbing at thin air
with his long red-tipped dick. It was apparent that he’d been like
that for quite some time as he started again to howl, almost as if
in pain.

“Poor thing” Tim muttered, “he’s too big to get anywhere and it
sounds like he’s in pain.