My Neighbors Dog

‘Ace’ was a Rottweiler I knew when I was a kid. He had been bought
as a puppy by his owner, Steve, who wanted a guard-dog for his lumber-yard,
which was next to my parents farm. I was about fifteen when Ace and I became
neighbors. At first he was just like any other puppy; soft and cuddly and
full of fun, but as he grew he developed a mean streak, which could
be kinda difficult when he still thought he was a puppy and tried to
jump into your arms. Ever tried catching 125 pounds of dog?
Steve tried chaining him up, but he howled and barked continually.
It became more and more of a problem as Ace grew, it got to the point
where he would jump up at anyone who came within range. While this was
partly what Steve had bought Ace for, it did tend to make it
impossible for the mail-man, and worse, for Steve’s customers, to visit
the yard. In the end, Steve said that he was thinking of having Ace
castrated in the hope that would quiet him down. It seemed a shame to
do this, so I offered to see if i could get control of him. Steve said that
if I managed this, he would give me a hundred bucks for my trouble.

That evening, I walked Ace home with me, and tied him up in the barn;
later, I went out to see how he was; he seemed quite happy in his new home,
so after filling his water-bowl I decided to turn in for the night.
Next morning, I was woken early by his barking, so I went out to see what
the trouble was. His water-bowl was empty, so I grabbed a hose-pipe and
refilled it for him. He drank about a pint. I untied the rope from his
collar, and he responded by immediately trying to jump up me!
I decided that I had to show him who was boss, and indulge in a bit
of dog-wrestling. We landed with me on my back and him astride me, but
with my arm locked firmly round his neck. I stared him straight in the eyes,
he struggled and wriggled, but I kept hanging on. His eyes started
to roll and I felt him start to relax; I had won my first battle with him.
I let go of his neck, and as he pulled away, I noticed that the pink tip
of his cock was peeping out from his sheath; also what huge balls he had.
Then it occurred to me that maybe his jumping up people was a sign of sexual
frustration; after all, he was an adolescent dog, and so was likely to be
subject to all the same urges and desires as us humans. Perhaps the jumping
up was a mis-directed attempt at the normal male dog’s urge to mount, and
that he just wanted to come?