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Stranger Than Fiction
by Mist99 (mist2rain@yahoo.com)
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A mature married male discovers the pleasures of a dog's
licking and his new found bi-sexuality. (MF, M/beast,
bi, mast, oral, anal)
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Mark Twain once stated - "Truth is stranger than
fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick
to possibilities; Truth isn't."
My story falls into the truth is stranger than fiction
category and one that I never thought I would write. I'm
an author and this story is a bit of therapy and to try
and figure out who I am.
To my friends, I'm a happily married guy with a grown-up
son and daughter and a successful career as a teen
fiction writer. My wife is a politician and there are
long stretches of time when we are not together.
My name is Riley. I'm in my mid-fifties, six feet tall,
one hundred and ninety pounds, longish blonde hair and
blue eyes. Most of the year I stay at our cottage near
Algonquin Park. It's a fantastic place to do my writing
and the nearby lake is a heavenly spot for kayaking and
fishing.
Being on my own for much of the time has its advantages,
but I do look forward to the times my wife can get away
and take a break from her stress filled life.
Occasionally, when she can't get away, I drive to our
downtown condo for some together time.
Not to complain, but my sex life generally consists of
my right hand and on occasion, my left. I do enjoy
masturbation, but nothing can compete with my wife when
she is in the mood. Unfortunately, in the past few
years, the mood hasn't struck often. However, I digress.
Up until last year, I considered myself to be completely
heterosexual. I thought a lesbian relationship was fine
and though I'm not homophobic, the thought of two guys
together was unappealing. I'm not gay bashing in any
way, but sex with another guy never appealed to me.
Like most guys growing up, puberty did bring a curiosity
and a friend and I showed our cocks a few times. I even
let him touch mine twice and I touched his. Beyond that,
my hormones gave me a huge interest in breasts and round
butts - the female kind.
At the lake, there is a couple that own a cottage close-
by. We both have access to the lake and they've become
good friends. I met them several years ago and many
times the three of us would pass the evening together.
When the topic of sex arose.
I quickly learned that they were willing to be
adventurous, but they said finding the right couple was
difficult. I knew they were testing the water with me,
but I never led them on and I knew my wife wasn't
interested.
References to sex dwindled after that, but thank
goodness, our friendship continued. They were both
teachers and spent the summer months at their cottage
and during the school year they came up most weekends.
They bought a black lab, named him Rex and he couldn't
have been happier with all his freedom. He roamed the
woods and visited me many times. It provided an
opportunity to break from my writing and enjoy the
outdoors.
Being alone gave me a freedom that few people can
experience. I was never into nudity, but over the years
my dress of the day became a t-shirt only. When Rex
popped by, I would either let him explore the cottage or
I would slip on a pair of shorts and we would go to the
lake. He loved the water and could chase a ball or stick
for hours.
Connie and Bill, my neighbours, arranged with me to keep
Rex at the lake every so often. It was great to have him
as a companion, without the burden of being his owner.
They were his owner, I was his play pal.
After one vigorous afternoon of play, I closed my eyes
and napped on the couch. I don't normally do that, but I
hadn't slept well the night before and had caught a bit
too much sun that afternoon.
I was dreaming that my wife and I were at the beach and
we were laying naked on a towel. Our arms wrapped around
each other and we made out like teenagers. My wife is
not very keen on oral sex, but in my dream she kissed
down my chest and lavished me with long laps over my
hardness.
The dream felt so real and my wife was doing an
incredibly good job. As I drifted from dream state to
reality, the lapping continued and I woke to see Rex
licking me.
I was being licked by a dog and my cock was rock hard. I
pushed him away and he jumped back in surprise.
"Rex, no. That's bad," I admonished.
His tail wagged furiously and he thought I was playing.
He nuzzled again and backed up. His eyes sparkled and
I'm sure he thought it was play time.
There were drops on my stomach and I was certain it was
doggie slobber, but upon closer examination, it was
precum.
My cock had gone down slightly and there was a
shimmering drop at my pee slit. Before I could clean it
off, Rex licked the spot and managed two more before I
pushed him away again.
"Rex. Settle down. Go lie down."
He looked at me with those big brown eyes as if to say,
"I like to lick and you seemed to like it too. What's
the problem?"
I went to the kitchen and poured a large glass of water.
He was right. It did feel good.
After dinner, Rex and I walked to the lake. He chased a
flock of birds and I thought how good his licks were.
Part of me said I didn't do anything wrong and I wasn't
even awake when he licked me.
As he played, I wondered what I would do if he licked me
again. I could make myself available and not stop him if
he started to lick.
My inner voice kicked in - 'Riley. What the hell are you
thinking. You're not some damn pervert who gets off by a
dog. It's been way to long; you need to get laid.'
Getting laid hadn't happened in months and was unlikely
to happen in the foreseeable future.
Perhaps a little lube and a slow masturbation session
would ease my sexual tension. The decision was made.
Bed, jerk, sleep and wake in the morning with all those
doggie thoughts out of my mind.
The stars were sparkling and the night sounds added to
the peace and serenity. I read a chapter from my work in
progress and Rex was breathing deep in sleep at the side
of the bed.
I added a touch of lube to my fingers, turned out the
light and began massaging my cock and balls. My balls
were achy and I wondered how long Rex had been licking
them that afternoon. My cock stiffened to its full
hardness as I imagined Rex licking up and down my balls
and shaft.
A dog licking me was never one of my fantasies, but the
flow of precum made me realize how erotic it was.
I was drifting, bringing myself close to orgasm and then
backing away. How can guys masturbate a million times
and then find the million and one time even better than
all the rest?
Rex had woken, stepped near me and nuzzled my ball sac.
His tongue lapped over and over and my toes tensed and
curled into tight balls. I moved my cock towards Rex and
was rewarded with several quick licks. My whole body
tightened and the first pulse spurted out of me.
Rex licked more as I continued to spurt over and over.
I'd never cum so hard and even when the last drop was
spilled, Rex continued to lick.
I rubbed behind his ears and leaned until our noses
touched. He licked my lips and my tongue darted out to
meet his. It was like the dream I had earlier, but
instead of my wife, I was making out with Rex.
The next morning I awoke with the sun shining and the
birds chirping. It surprised me to see Rex alongside me.
He knew he wasn't allowed on the bed. Little did i know
that he now thought it was his bed and he was allowing
me to sleep with him.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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