Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2006 05:41:21 -0800 (PST)
From: W
Subject: Me and Polo the Stray

This is true and without exaggeration.

I think the best I ever had was  in the summer of 2003 with a stray that
I found wandering in the recycle yard that used to be my trucking base of
operations. The dog, which I named Polo, didn't weigh more than about 40
pounds, just a scrawny little mutt, but he still had his balls, and I
knew from the moment I saw him that I wanted to make love with him.

Luckily, he hung around the yard till I was done with the work day, and I
put him in my van and took him home. I was living alone (I am now,
again), so when we got inside, it wasn't two minutes before I had torn my
clothes off and was lying on the floor beckoning the little stud to mount
and fuck me. He didn't want to, at first; but he quickly got deep into
slurping my mouth, his tongue deep inside me. When he got tired of that,
he wandered off and licked at himself for awhile, and then came back,
seeming to be interested in what would happen next. Well, I wanted his
dick in my butt, of course. I could see by his size that the knot would
only be the size of a very big human dick. So I slapped my butt loudly,
and waited for him to react.

Polo still didn't fuck me. But this time, I spread my butt cheeks good
and wide, so that Polo had a clear path to my waiting anus. He got behind
me, and after a few tentative licks, decided that my butthole was good to
eat. He dived right in, snuffling as he dug not only his tongue but his
whole muzzle into my buttcrack. That went on for several minutes, when,
randomly, he broke off buttlicking and came back to my mouth. I was
making out with a dog whose mouth had just been digging in my butthole.
THAT was so hot, I could have cum any time. But I still wanted to be tied
to Polo. Breaking off our mouth-slurping, I pulled him around so that he
could work on my butthole some more. After I had gotten some more good
butthole tonguing, I saw that although his dick was just barely
protruding from the sheath, his knot was pretty much at full expansion. I
slapped and slapped my butt: "fuck me boy! Come on, fuck me, Polo!" I
encouraged.

He broke off butthole tonguing again, and this time I decided that he
wasn't getting enough dick stimulation, so I masturbated him, and got his
dick and knot completely out of the sheath. Then, I pulled him around
behind me, where he started to lick my butthole again. But this time I
reached behind me and got his front legs up on my back. Something took
over within him, some familiarity with the position, and I felt his wet
hard penis poking around my buttcrack. When I guessed right about where
the tip was, I aimed my butthole at it, and felt the tip go inside.
Turning my head beneath him, I looked at him and just panted, "come on.
Do it boy." Finally, he made entrance again, and this time when he did I
pushed my butt back at him so that all of his red dick was inside my
rectum. Now he began to hump a bit, as though he figured "well, I'm not
sure what's really happening, but I don't want it to stop." The knot was
no bigger than a golf ball, and I have easily put one of those inside me,
many years ago. My dildo-stretched butthole (I practice a lot with an 8
1/2 inch vibrator) took the knot in, without the least bit of pain.

It wasn't more than a few minutes before he wanted to turn on me, but due
to his small size he was having trouble stepping over my butt with his
foot to get turned butt-to-butt with me, so I gave him a hand. I had read
that the turning can really be painful, but with a dog this size, it
didn't bother me a bit. I didn't care how long he fucked me; he could
stay in all night, far as I was concerned, but I knew it was only a
matter of time before he had cum all he was going to, and would pull out.
After 10 minutes or so in our turned position he began straining to get
his dick out of me.

When he did, I was a little disappointed not to feel a rush of cum
surging down my legs. But there was at least a trickle. I put my finger
to it and slurped the shit-mixed brownish liquid off. Not bad, I was
thinking. I wasn't the only one who thought so. After Polo had licked
himself clean in a corner of the room, he came back over to me, and got
his tongue right back in my buttcrack again, cleaning his cum out of and
around my hole. And then he did exactly what I was hoping he'd do after
licking my butt out. I turned face-to-face with him, and lo and behold we
locked mouths again, where I reveled at being able to get my whole mouth
inside his as his tongue licked and licked the inside of me. Moaning into
him, I shot cum all over my naked belly, a good thick creamy load
because I hadn't beat off that morning. I almost always cum at least
twice per day, sometimes (like yesterday) 4, or even 5 or 6 times. I'm
not shooting much at the end of a day like that, but my dick keeps
getting hard, and I almost always attend to it just as often as it
demands attention.

Polo stayed with me another week, but on the third day he ran away, when
I let him out in the yard without putting him on the dog run. I went and
retrieved him at the dog pound, and brought him back inside. It was the
weekend,now, and I didn't go anywhere that weekend, just stayed in, and
we licked and licked each other's funky buttholes, just as often trading
off to make out. I blew him repeatedly. As often as I could get HIM hard,
I had his dick in my mouth, sometimes knot and all, because together they
were only about 6 inches or so. When he ran out of cum, he was still a
willing mouth and butthole tonguer. Monday, after work, I came home and
got Polo to fuck me once more, this time turning back over my shoulder to
lick his mouth as he pumped cum into me. This time I beat off and came
with his dick in my butt, something I rarely do whether the dick in me is
dog or human.

The next day, I decided to see whether he was becoming more accustomed to
his new surroundings. He walked out with me into the yard quite
peacefully. But when I took the leash off the collar I had bought for
him, he immediately bolted for my front gate. This was a stray, and
apparently he didn't want to be anybody's dog, regardless of the good
time we were having. This time when I went to the pound, I explained what
had happened, and told the pound officer that I just couldn't spend the
rest of my life spending overnight fees for a dog that didn't want to
stay home. I said goodbye to him in the pen, knowing that the chances of
someone else coming to adopt him was small, and that if they did adopt
him they'd be in for the same running-away.