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I know most of you have heard the old saying. "The dogs all bark and no bite." But we also know that some dogs not only bark. But will back it up with a bite.
My neighbors had this old dog. Well not that old. About seven years I guess. I don't know why I called him old. He runs around the yard and up and down the gravel driveway in front of my house. And in and out of my yard. Like he had been reborn a puppy.
I was pretty good friends with my neighbors. I knew the dog well. He was one of those big wiener type dogs they call basset hounds. He was a real friendly dog. And good for a laugh. He had this habit of running through the yard in tall grass. And being that he was so low to the ground. He would often scrape his Pali Wacker, Or Dick invariably on some rough grass or occasional rock. And you could always tell when you did. By the yelp that he made.
He would then take to finding a comfortable spot in which to lick his wounds, so to speak. And before you know it he would have this 7 inch raging hard on, with a knot behind it the size of a two golf balls joined together. I couldn't help but always feel pity for any Bitch dog that he would lock up with. And there had been a few that people had brought over for such a purpose. In want of basset puppies.
Anyway. One day I get this knock on my door. And I think nothing of answering it without checking to see who's outside. We had good neighbors. And it was a safe neighborhood outside of town. To my surprise it was my next-door neighbors. The one with the basset hound. And had been brought on the end of his leash. So I invited them in. I asked if they would like a cup of coffee or something cold drink. He wanted coffee. And she said she wouldn't mind a Pepsi. I ask what it was all about. I said you look serious. They looked at each other and asked me. How would you like a dog? As he tugged on the leash to Thumper, there basset hound. My reply was kind of a slow funny look at them and the dog before asking, Why?
He replied. I've got orders to move up to a another Navy base. I can't tell you why or where. Just that they don't take dogs. And you and Thumper have always gotten along well. We don't know anyone else around we trust to take him. I'm sure not going to put him in a pound. Were not trying to put you on the spot. But I'm afraid the only other way is to put them in a kennel box. And shipping back east to my brothers. I looked at Thumper. And then at the expressions on their faces. I said of course I'll take him. Well that's that then, he replied. And we set and talked about how they would bring down his dog food and extras along with his sleeping box and toys. And all of his veterinarian records.
I was really going to miss these people. I had been living next door to them since I was 17. I know it doesn't seem long. I'm only 21 just as of last month. But five years made it seem like I was losing family.
Well to make a long story short. They brought Thumper and all of his things down the next morning. So the kids could have time during the rest of the day and one more overnight stay with their dog. Before turning him over to me. I didn't realize they were in such a rush. But I guess in the Navy, orders are orders. And they don't give you much time. They all came by about 6 o'clock in the morning. Along with the kids in tow. To say goodbye and the pass the leash of ownership over to me. Of course the kids were crying. And his wife was trying to be strong. But you could see the redness in her eyes.
We had some coffee and cocoa for the kids. And they said her goodbyes, and they were off. What a ripoff. It was like feeling the hurt I felt when I was nine years old all over again. When my best friend and his parents practically packed up overnight, and were gone. I just got a warning the night before. And didn't even get a chance to go over and say goodbye to them.
So here I was. With a handful of leash. Doggy supplies. And a seven-year-old basset hound. Congratulations Jack, you're now the proud owner of a bouncing, whining, barking dog. As watched trying to get out of my door and looked through the living room window. To see where the hell his family had gone. And as I would learn later. He would be scratching for some time at the door and barking to go home. Seemed there was nothing I could do or feed im to console him. I would just take time for him t settle in.
I tried to comfort the dog is much as I could. But it wasn't until 2 o'clock in the morning that he had exhausted himself to the point that he came into my room and sat down at the edge of the bed and just looked at me. I patted my hand on the bed to coax him up. But he wouldn't do it. So I set up on the edge of the bed and picked him up and set him between my legs on the outside covers. He immediately laid down. So I was happy. And hoped he would have pleasant dreams.
The next morning. I was awaken to the pawing at the door. And a low whining voice. So I clipped his lease on his collar, and took him outside to do his morning business. Being quite aware, that he would want to get outside the fence and back up to his house. But that wasn't going to happen. This went on for days. Although as the days passed. The number of times diminished. It was a good thing too. He was going to have to go through worse.
I had plans to meet my friends and have a few beers. A weekend warrior type thing we do on an old dirt road that dead ends and overlooks the beach. I got a little bit's snockered that night for sure. And was glad that the nondrinking driver was there to drop me off back home. I wasn't looking forward to dealing with Thumper whom I had left in the garage with his doggie basket, food, water and some of his toys. I'm sure he was going to be pissed's, sad and even more confused. And I would be somewhat confused myself the next morning. That's for sure.
I was awoken the next morning around 5 o'clock out of a dream about a bear attacking me. I was face down and the Bears weigh tcompletely on me tearing at me with its paws, ripping my back to shreds. The dream then turned to me being bent over in hell with Satan behind me with a pitchfork jabbing me in the ass. I've learned a long time ago how to pull myself out of dreams. Just by recognizing them as dreams.
I was about to do so as Satan poked at me with that pitchfork. But then all of a sudden the middle prong of it hit my ass hole and things changed. I found myself in a strange dilemma of wanting to wake up out of that dream to get away from that hell surrounding. To the pleasure of that center prong on his pitchfork going further up my ass. I'm not gay. But at that time I sure was confused. I thought to myself not this has got end. And pulled myself out of my dream. "Right into a nightmare."
There I was face down on my bed with a pounding headache. My back still feeling like it was on fire from the scratching and pawing that the bear. Only to find that Thumper had taken advantage of my deep sleep and hangover to fulfill his lust.
He had both of his front legs and paws wrapped around my waist. And was driving his 7 inch cock up my ass, just as far and as fast as he could. I pause for a moment not knowing what to do. Then in a panic tried to get them off of my back. But it was too late. That tennis ball knot had already inflated far beyond the point of pulling it out my ass hole. I was stuck with him. And there was nothing I could do about it.
There was a great deal of pain. But somehow oddly enough pleasure to make me even more confused. Which quickly vanished to another panic episode, as I realized that knot was still swelling. It hurt. And it hurt like hell. And he didn't stop jamming itself deep in me until that knot seemed to reach its largest point. Any amount of pleasure I was having then had disappeared into a back ass ass hole wrenching, gut cramping desire to get that that knot out of me. But the remembrance of the times that Thumper had been tied up with other dogs only reminded me I was going to be there for anywhere from 15 minutes to a half hour.
I could not believe the pain. And on top of that I had this throbbing headache from drinking too much. And there was no way I could get to the bathroom to get a drink. He had me nailed right there in bed. And we weren't going nowhere.
Eventually the pain subsided. And I began once again to fill that strange pleasure of his cock inside me. Only this time it was pulsating like a large flesh squirt gun. Each time it felt as though he was firing another hot load of semen and sperm up into my guts. And it felt great! I was going to have to sit down and think about this when he was through. Or rather when we were through. I hadn't even bothered to look at the clock to time how long I might have to be there face down with him on my back. By the time I thought of it another 15 minutes had passed before I finally felt the relief of pressure from that knot tennis ball begin to deflate. And none to soon for me. I was ready for a hot shower and a soft cushion to sit on.
Eventually Thumper started pulling away from me trying to spin around to get himself ass to ass with me. I would let him do it before. I held tight on both of his arms around my waist. Fearing that when he twisted around that knot would have no room to spin. And he might tear me up. But as he shrank I let him move slowly around guiding him with my hands and then grabbing onto one hind leg to hold them up against me. Which oddly enough felt good.
Eventually he had shrunken down enough that I felt it was safe to try to let him pull out of me. This was a whole new experience. He felt like he was small enough to pull out. And I'm sure I had put out some turds that big. But this was going to be a little different. I slowly let him begin to pull and pull and pull a little more. Until eventually in just one motion he popped out of me with a noise that sounded like when you put one finger in your cheek and pull it forward out of your mouth making a popping sound. After that I just lay there relieved that it was finally over.
Thumper licked himself a few times cleaning up. And then turned around and much to my surprise started licking me. It kinda startled me at first. Because it made by ass hole pucker up and draw in. Closing my ass off, and given me a funny feeling in my gut. By the time I realized what was going on. I got up on the edge of the bed and made a run for the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and begin to expel all the semen and sperm that he had pumped well over 7 inches up my ass. There must've been a full 8 ounce cup of it. And boy did it clean me out. Time for a shower.
I climbed into the shower after letting it warm up. And embraced the hot water pouring down over my throbbing head. And eventually my aching ass hole. It kinda felt good to a point. And again I found my guts relaxing and allowing out even a more of a few squirts of his remaining attempt at making me his bitch. Whom I kidding. For a good half hour plus. He had managed to do just that. And he had left me with the question. Do I want more?
Well do I? Leave a comment and let me know. Because I have a feeling, Thumper and I are going to become good friends. With benefits. -->
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