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Subject: {ASSM} "Samuel" (zoo human-m/dog-m, rom)
Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 23:10:04 -0400
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"Samuel"
Written by:  Eagle - 2000.08.29
Updated - 2001.01.10
Eagle@rthawk.com
Freely distributable with no modifications

I sit silently on an old fieldstone wall, concealed by a centuries' 
growth of green, watching the gray furred forms moving slowly past the 
trees a hundred yards ahead, as they chat with their daughter.

'Damn!' I think to myself.  Sure, the Smittes are a sweet elderly 
couple, but they're utterly clueless ... which is fortunate for me and 
my 'special friendship' with ... oh, wait, there he is!

Samuel's ears perk up as one of his acute senses detects me.  The 
Smittes idly chat, unaware as he rises from his slumber at their feet, 
looks directly at me through the brush for a few moments, then darts 
directly for me.

"Where's Sammy going?" the elderly Mrs. Smitte inquires as she tries to 
locate the target of his attention with her failing, tired eyes.

"Probably out after another squirrel, dear," answers Mr. Smitte, not 
even bothering to turn around to see.

They return to their chatting of old times as Samuel waits, proximate to 
me at the base of the wall.  He wags his tail, but does not bark, just 
gazes at me with his sparkling blue eyes.  He idly paws at the air 
toward me; I casually smile back at the 4-year-old white shepherd.  I 
lick my lips in anticipation; at this signal, Samuel darts off alongside 
the wall, and within moments finds and crawls through an old culvert 
running under the wall.  I recall the day 3 years ago when he managed to 
claw off the metal grate covering the culvert trying to get to me on the 
other side.

Three weeks I have been gone on a business trip, and all the while, 
Samuel was all I have thought of.

The Smittes know Samuel likes me ... but they really have no clue 
exactly how much.

I hop off on my side of the wall, and Samuel rushes too me.  He 
immediately rapes my face with his tongue, his tail curled in an 'S' to 
the ground, its tip twitching in excitement.

I gazed into his eyes as his kisses found their way into my own mouth.  
No words can describe his sparkling blue sapphire eyes set in his 
gorgeous white fur.  Three weeks of dull meetings and fluffed corporate 
b.s. ... in agonizing absence of Samuel's love.

Numerous times, Samuel has left the Smittes for days at my place, until 
they called and unable to come up with a good excuse, I grudgingly 
return him.  They are a sweet couple, but quietly I hope Samuel outlives 
them; I long for his living with me.

In frustration, I bought four dogs of my own - including two white 
shepherds with blue eyes similar to Samuel ... but it did not take long 
for me to realize my folly.  They are all sweet, all love me, but none 
of them are Samuel.

I curl an arm behind Samuel's head, holding him and closing my eyes as 
his kisses tickle my tonsils.  With my eyes still closed, my other arm 
guides my hand along his spine, relishing the feel of his coat.

I knew Samuel from a puppy ... his mother was under my care, actually, 
but died from complications from delivering the litter.  My life has 
changed hordes since then ... all for the better, all because of Samuel. 
 I lived in a tent then, out of work for a year and a half, thanks to 
the slowdown in aerospace.  I sold what few family heirlooms I still 
clung to in a failed attempt to save his mother ... if only I had known 
the veterinarian was so incompetent ... but I was out of choices.

The Smittes were happy to take a pup, but from the day I gave him to the 
neighbors across the wall, he kept trying to find his way back to me and 
my pathetic tent.

Never having even been on a date, tired of a world of shallow people, I 
wallowed in my own misery.  Krystal, Samuel's mother, meant more to me 
than my own 'family.'  She licked the tears from my face when I lost my 
job, she stayed by me through the darkest times of my life ... I thought 
several times of her as my 'wife,' but never summoned the gall to carry 
our relationship far.

Samuel has a lot of his mother in him, but has his own spirit by his own 
right.  He did not wait for me to 'wake up' to the possibilities ... he 
pushed to show me true love, on levels I had ignored the possibility of 
with his mother while she was alive.

Samuel let me feel true love, on levels far deeper than I think would be 
possible with another person.  Countless times he's 'hopped the fence' 
to me, for a long time merely at his own initiative.  For the first six 
months or so after his first time making love with me, I always left it 
to his initiative; I found myself wishing he wouldn't come, as it hurt 
knowing he couldn't stay.  My mind ached for a possibility ... then Mr. 
Smitte had his stroke.  I have always been just a 'good' boy ... but 
with his tragedy, I saw opportunity:  maybe they would have to give up 
Samuel.  On that small, selfish thought, I began to plan.  I caught a 
second wind to work odd jobs until I could find a better one ... a great 
job (or, more accurately, great-paying) landed in my lap before I knew 
it.  I homesteaded where I had tented ... with my newfound ambition, I 
built my own comfortable log house amid the twenty acres adjoining the 
Smittes'.

Samuel pulls back slightly and woofs, awakening me from my recollection. 
 I smile as I spot the purple-pink evidence of just how excited Samuel 
is to see me.

"Alright, Samuel, you know where to go!" I chuckle.

Samuel darts directly to my house as I run to catch up.  He paws at the 
door latch, and with his experience, unlatches the door, cracking it 
open.  He nuzzles his way inside; my white shepherds Samantha (who went 
into heat today, according to the kennels I boarded her and the rest of 
the pack with) and Sylk, German Shepherd Dustin, and black lab Ebony 
bark excitedly at his entrance.  By the time I reach him, I find Samuel 
already laying on my bed on his back, his paws curled and his pink 
showing.  My pack returns to their treat of freshly chopped and cooked 
beef brisket in the kitchen, as I lick my lips again, gazing at the meat 
treat awaiting me.

I eagerly slip out of my clothes and crawl onto the bed next to Samuel, 
holding the back of his head again with one arm, my other arm holding 
him just above his tail as he delivers another passionate kiss.  
Samuel's tail tickles my bare thighs.  After a few more minutes, Samuel 
woofs again, signalling me his readiness for 'second base.'

I smile and comply with his request, turning myself around so we lay in 
a 69 position; my lips find their way around his member as he 
half-swallows my own excitement in his muzzle.  He gently chews, his 
tongue actively lapping my length to my balls as his panting breath 
warms me.

Samuel thumps his tail on the bed and slightly thrusts.  I clamp my lips 
on his member just beneath his knot as his tongue expertly massages my 
tip.  Sooner than I anticipate, my spirit and body twitch as I near 
climax.  Samuel pants, and his tail thumps even more fervishly as he 
anticipates what comes next -- and out it does come, not a drop touching 
my quilt.  His precum begins dribbling into my waiting mouth as he 
swallows my seed.  Samuel usually beats me in going first, but three 
weeks of agonizing loneliness left my entire being starving for his 
ministrations.

Moments after my last drop of seed found its new home, Samuel finally 
thrusts in a manner I recognize as his nearing climax.  The delicious 
salty treat spurts endlessly, as Samuel laps my balls and further around 
the bend.  My nostrils breathe heavily into his lightly furred balls as 
I eagerly swallow what I know will be a long-coming load.

His usually last more than 20 minutes, sometimes over an hour, but to 
me, the end always comes far too soon.  The Smittes disappear, as do the 
rest of the world, when I find myself wrapped in his loving paws.  As 
Samuel's spirit invigorates and surrounds my soul in that magic reality 
he always gives me, only he and I exist in the universe.  My thoughts 
never stray from him, of the magic energy between us.

The doorbell tips me off the edge of our altered reality.  'What the 
hell?' I nearly think aloud, as I roll over and part the drapes near the 
bed with my hand, just enough to identify any car in the driveway.  No 
car besides my minivan!

'Great, a neighbor,' I think to myself.  "Just a minute!" I yell as I 
put my clothes on, adjusting them as neatly as I can in the mirror, 
knowing all the neighbors knew me to be single.

Samuel utters an annoyed whine.

"I know, love," I tell him as I walk to the front door.

He whines again, then gets up.

"See if my pack's done," I tell him; he stands, stretches, yawns, 
ponders a few moments, then hops off the bed and pads into the kitchen.

I open the door ... and to my surprise, I find the Smitte's daughter ... 
looking perplexed.

"Mr. Jensen?"

"Yes ... Traci, is it?"

"Yes.  Can I come in?"

"Sure."

I hear padding behind me.

"Hi, Sammy!" says Traci.

Without even turning to look, just by the sound of his padding, I 
correct her.  "That's Sylk.  Samuel is in the kitchen."

"Oh."

I invite her to a seat in my living room.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm glad to see you back from your trip."

"Just got back today.  What can I do for you?"

Traci looks down a bit.  "I never thought I would have to do this ... 
but ... I'm gonna have to move my parents in with me.  They just can't 
take care of themselves anymore."

Samuel!  Could this be...?

As if on cue, Samuel pads down the hallway and lays in front of my 
chair.

"You sure have changed a lot since your days in a tent," she chuckles, 
looking around at my house.  "-That- must be Sammy."

I nod.

"I know Sammy keeps finding his way back here.  While I wouldn't mind 
him, the neighborhood covenant where I live prohibits dogs.  Would you 
terribly mind..."

'Terribly mind?  Oh gee, of course I mind.  I have four dogs already and 
you think I want to waste time...' ... I joke myself so hard that I 
laugh out loud.  Samuel growls at me.

'Sorry, forgot you're psychic!' I mentally joke at Samuel.

He takes me by surprise at uttering a near-Hrrrrumph.

"I would love to, Traci," I finally say.

She sighs and relaxes, and talks of how worried she's become about her 
parents ever since her father's stroke.  I see her moving to tears, and 
offer a hug.  With the reality hitting, I do feel some pings ... the 
Smittes are sweet, happily married for 67 years.  I knew it truly wrong 
to wish them harm, but I need Samuel in my life far more than the $80k 
salary job, the minivan, or the large house ... all these things, I got 
not for the sake of comforting myself in luxury, but for him ... to 
provide him comfort:  the money to buy real meat instead of thrown-away 
garbage in cans; a mini-van to take him on long trips; and a large, 
spacious, warm and comfortable den.

Samuel thumps his tail ever harder as Traci finally bids her thanks and 
farewell.

He stands and wags excitedly as I escorted her to the door.  I feel so 
grateful to her ... for reasons she would never be able to understand.

As I close the door, I think to myself ... in more ways than one, Samuel 
and I can now truly finish what we started.

 - T H E - E N D -
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