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Subject: {ASSM} Best Friend      zoo, M/F-dogs, dog-dog.
Date: Wed,  8 Aug 2001 21:10:01 -0400
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The dog is often called "Man's Best Friend."  Charlie and his canine pal
Duffy take that relationship way beyond mere friendship!


Best Friend  
 
Fiction by Dingo Jay  

   I'd like to tell you about my best friend.  He's a really
great guy, though not much of a party animal.  He listens to all
my problems, but would never talk about me behind my back, no
matter what we do together.  He's my security system, my bed
warmer, my garbage disposal, my truck-driving buddy and the best
Frisbee partner I've ever seen.  Well, almost.  As you've
probably guessed, he's a dog.  Now here's the part that'll throw
you-he's also my lover!  Yeah, really.  Yes, we have sex and all,
but before I go there let me tell you some more about him.  

Duffy is a mixed breed; the closest I can come to putting my
finger on his exact ancestry is an educated guess.  I figure he's
probably a mix of Australian Cattledog with Border Collie, or
maybe Aussie Shepherd.  Around these parts, that particular mix
is fairly common and it's called a Texas Heeler.  He's a medium
to large dog, in the 55-pound range; with long legs but a stocky
build.  His medium-length coat stands out just a bit and he's
mostly a mottled brick red and creamy white pattern, with some
golden tan on his legs, muzzle and eyebrows, and white feet.  His
face and ears are more of the same brick red, except solid
colored, with a fine, white blaze between his eyes.  He has big,
triangular ears that stand right up and about half a tail.  I
thought maybe his tail was docked or perhaps shortened in some
accident, but it comes to a point so I guess it's natural.  

  Needless to say, he's an unusual looking dog, but his eyes are
what catch most people's attention.  They're a pale ice blue
color and they look right through you.  Of course, after close to
eleven years of looking into those eyes I've gotten used to them
and come to love them dearly, but strangers tend to find them
startling.  Some say he looks mean.  Fact is nothing could be
farther from the truth.  Duffy hasn't got a mean bone in his body
and he loves just about everybody.  

  I used to work second shift maintenance in a paper mill near
here, and one night I was driving my tired, old self home in my
tired, old pickup.  I pulled up to a stop sign and dropped it
down into low gear.  The gearshift went about halfway there, but
jammed in the middle somewhere.  It was only about the
'leventy-seventh time it had happened, so I was getting pretty
good at unjamming it by then.  I shut down the engine, grabbed my
flashlight and crawled under that damned old truck one more time.
 A couple of quick yanks on the linkages freed them up, and we
were back in business.  As I grabbed the running board to pull
myself out from under the truck, I thought I felt something cold
and wet touching the back of my hand.  I sat up and found myself
face to face with a scrawny, dirty, half-grown pup.  He was
probably six or seven months old at a guess.  

  Ordinarily, I would have just run him off far enough so I
wouldn't have to worry about running him over when I drove away.
Problem was we were at some God-forsaken place in the middle of
nowhere, on a long, lonesome stretch of county road, miles from
anywhere a self-respecting dog might call home.  Aside from that,
there was something about this dog that reached out to me,
something that shone through the grime and the stink and the
matted hair.  Whether it was the cute face, the intelligent
expression or something deeper, I don't know.  I opened the
truck's passenger side door and he bounced inside and up onto the
seat like he'd done it a thousand times.  

  As the old pickup bounced along the county road towards home, I
thought about how I was going to explain this to my landlady.  I
wasn't too sure I'd have to, she had a dog of her own after all.
Since I had no pets when I took the apartment, the subject never
came up.  I'd had dogs all my life; in fact I had one right up
until I left home to join the Army.  She still lived with my
folks, though, and she'd become their dog.  I swung the truck
into the driveway and cut the engine.  I sat there in the cab for
a few minutes, trying to figure out just what the hell I was
going to do with this filthy, half-starved little mutt.

  I picked up the pup and carried him up the stairs.  Once I got
a whiff of him, I decided right then and there that the first
order of business was to give him a bath.  I didn't have any dog
stuff around, so I got out some human shampoo that didn't look
too nasty.  I guess you're not supposed to use human shampoo on
dogs, but it's all I had.  After working at the mill all evening
I didn't smell all that good myself, so I put the pup in the
shower, set the water so it was about puppy-warm, and joined him
in there.  As I lathered him up, I rubbed the suds down along his
sides and around his belly.  When my hands slid underneath him, I
got a little surprise.  This little guy was nicely hung for a
youngster!  When I had him in the truck, I guess I was vaguely
aware that he was male, but with him being a pup and all I didn't
think about it much beyond that.  

  I've been sexually attracted to animals since I was in my early
teens.  I never really got too interested in women, and I sure as
hell have no interest in men, but I've done some pretty wild
stuff with animals over the years, especially dogs.  You might
say that it's more like I let animals do some pretty wild stuff
with me... I love all animals and I would never hurt them or make
them do anything they didn't want to.  It doesn't make a whole
lot of difference to me whether they're male or female, as long
as they're horny and willing.  This pup was way too young to do
anything like that with, but as I rinsed the soap off his under
parts, I took "inventory."  I ran my fingers along his sheath and
found that he had a long, slender penis with a fair sized knot at
the base.  The best part was that he had two firm, good-sized
testicles down in his furry sack right where they belonged.  

  I squeezed as much of the water out of his coat as I could,
then stepped out of the shower and pulled the curtain closed.  I
let him shake himself three or four times, lifted him out of the
tub and dried him off with a towel.  Now for the next surprise...
that grubby street mutt had turned into a good-looking,
half-grown dog.  A little on the thin side, though.  Maybe we
could do something about that, too.  I rummaged around in the
'fridge and cabinets until I found enough stuff to make a halfway
decent meal for him.  Some leftover beef stew, canned veggies, a
slice of whole wheat bread... not the best fare for a dog, maybe,
but it would have to do until I could get some real dog food in
the morning.  He demolished it in seconds, and looked for more. 
A little more bread and some meat scraps, and he seemed almost
satisfied.  I took him down the back stairs and outside as soon
as he was finished, and he squatted near the spot that my
landlady's dog used.  Good boy!  Then he trotted over to the
clothes line post, lifted his leg and peed against it.  This kid
was looking more studly all the time!  

  I let the pup back up to my apartment and pondered what to do
with him for the night.  I thought about locking him in the
bathroom, but decided he'd make too much noise there.  I took him
into the bedroom and shut the door, and picked up as much
chewable stuff as I could.  I put some old newspapers on the
floor for him, even though I had no idea if he knew how to use
them.  I got into my bed, and he jumped right up and lay next to
me, resting his chin on my chest.  He has slept in that exact
spot ever since.  The next morning I prepared for the worst, but
the pup was still in the same spot on the bed.  There were no
puddles, and nothing had been chewed!  Maybe he was a little
older than I figured.
  
   Well, it was time to introduce him to my landlady and find out
if I could keep him.  I waited until I saw her in the back yard
with her dog, and went downstairs to join her, with the pup close
on my heels.  

   It's now or never, I guess...  "Morning, Helga.  Look what I
found!

   The pup spotted Helga's big, female German Shepherd and
started running circles around her and playfully nipping at her
heels.  Sasha looked a little startled at first, but then she
swatted at him gently each time he got close enough. 

   Helga grinned as she watched him.  "Where'd you find him,
Charlie?  That's a nice puppy, a Texas heeler maybe.  Somebody's
gonna be missin' him for sure!" 

   "He was out on the Double-D road, where there's no houses or
anything.  He was filthy dirty and I figure somebody just dumped
him.  I'm gonna try and find out if he belongs to anyone, but if
not, could I keep him?"

   Helga put a finger on her lower lip and watched the pup over
her glasses for a minute.  "Well, maybe.  We could give it a try
for a little while.  If he chews up my house or keeps me awake,
he's gotta go.  And you know you have to pay for any damage he
does."  

   "Yeah, I know.  He was OK all last night though.  No accidents
and nothing torn up so far."  

   By this time the pup had discovered that Sasha was a girl, and
an intact one at that.  He was sniffing intently under her tail
and the sides of his muzzle were puffing up a little as he did. 
Trying not to be too obvious about it, I glanced under his belly.
 Sure enough, a little finger of pink peeked from his sheath,
just enough to notice.  Yes, sir, this little guy's going to be
some fun when he gets a bit older!

     "What are you gonna do with him when you're at work?" Helga
asked.  "If you want, I got an old cage crate you can use.  I
don't put Sasha in there any more."  

  "OK, sounds good.  Thanks, Helga."

  After checking with the local vets and County animal control,
it seemed like no one was looking for a missing pup anything like
this one.  Good thing, since I was starting to get really
attached to him.  He's one of those dogs that just grabs your
heart and runs away with it.  He's affectionate and loving, of
course, but just ornery enough to keep things interesting.  About
the third night I had him, I had one of those dreams where it
seems like just another day of real life, except a few things are
weird.  Most everyone has those, right?  Anyway, in this dream, I
was calling the pup "Duffy" for no particular reason that I could
see.  I tried the name on him in real life, and it kind of stuck.
 

  Months passed and Duffy filled out into a really great looking
dog.  He shed all the dry, scruffy hair he had when I got him and
grew a thick, double coat.  It was sort of smooth and shiny on
the outside with a soft, silky undercoat.  His colors really came
out as well.  His ribs were nicely covered now, and his shoulders
and hips were solid muscle.  Certain other parts of him were
maturing, too.  He was showing pink a lot now and I was beginning
to notice a little bit of whitish discharge on the tip of his
sheath when I rubbed his tummy.  Since I pretty much expected him
to be more than a pet to me, I figured that now was as good a
time as any to get him used to having every part of his body
handled. Sometimes during tummy rubs, I would gently slip his
sheath back and expose his entire penis.  The skin of it was
smooth and moist, with a healthy, uniform light pink color.  The
end of it had a slight crook in it with a small depression just
behind the pointed tip. Whenever we would get a quiet moment
together, I would stroke his sheath a little bit with my
fingertips, or give his knot a gentle squeeze, or roll his balls
between my fingers.    He never seemed the least bit nervous or
apprehensive about being handled-anywhere.  For now I was being
careful not to over stimulate him.  A young dog can be put off
any kind of sex play for good if he's exposed to too much, too
soon.  I decided he would let me know when he was ready to do
more.   

  I didn't have to wait too long.  I woke up one morning to hear
Duffy whining softly in the other room.  I went to him to see
what the trouble was and found him sitting by the back door. 
Helga had Sasha on a leash and was walking her around the yard,
inside the fence.   Sasha was sniffing here, there and
everywhere, and she was squatting to pee in even more places. 
The whole thing looked pretty weird until it occurred to me that
Sasha must be in heat.  When Duffy refused to eat his breakfast
in favor of pointing his nose into the crack of the back door,
that confirmed it!  After Helga and Sasha went back into the
house I took Duffy outside and let him sniff around.  He found
maybe twenty or thirty spots around the yard where he sniffed
long and hard, then at each one he did a little dance with his
back feet before giving it a squirt of pee.  

  Duffy didn't really want to go back upstairs, but I finally
convinced him that Sasha wasn't going to come out and let him
jump her bones.  She might have liked to, but I didn't think
Helga would be too keen on the idea.  Once I got him into the
house, I saw that he was sort of humping the air with every step
he took.  This poor guy was going to be hurting if I let him go
on like that for too long!  What the hell, I thought... he must
be a year old or better by now.  Let's break him in.  I grabbed a
paper cup from the kitchen counter and sat on the floor next to
him.  I petted him with one hand while I talked softly to him,
then I cupped the other hand around his sheath and worked it
rearward, exposing his penis.  I curled my fingers around his
knot with my thumb and forefinger tightly circling the shaft just
behind it.  He shuddered a little, his cock throbbed, and two
large drops of clear fluid plopped into the paper cup.  Duffy's
penis suddenly went limp, slipped out of my hand and disappeared
into his sheath.  OK, well, he's still a little young yet. I
thought.  Some dogs are late bloomers.  No need to push him if
he's not ready.  I hugged and kissed him and told him he was a
good boy.  

  That evening Duffy joined me on the bed as usual.  I lay on my
back with him lying on top of me as we often did.  Something was
different somehow, but I couldn't quite get a handle on what it
was.  That's about when I noticed that Duffy had his genitals
pressed against mine and he was rubbing them slowly up and down.
He was licking me around the lips, and I opened my mouth to tell
him to stop it.  Quick as a flash he slipped his tongue halfway
down my throat.  Now, it was nowhere near as unpleasant as I
expected, fact was I kind of enjoyed it.  Through my underwear I
felt his knot growing and throbbing against my cock, which was
getting pretty hard on its own. I also was feeling a warm wetness
spreading over the front of my shorts, and I wasn't too sure
whether it was coming from Duffy or me.  

  From past experience, I knew just how big of a mess a horny
male dog could make, and I didn't want that all over my bed.  I
lifted Duffy off of me and chased him onto the floor.  I sat down
on the rug next to the bed and invited him to put his front paws
on the edge of the mattress. The pink tip of his cock was already
peeking from his sheath opening, so I took it between my lips and
sucked it gently while I squeezed and stroked his knot.  Duffy
grunted and began humping wildly.  He dribbled some precum and
once again I felt his knot shrink.  But this time he didn't pull
away... he shoved everything he had into my mouth and hammered
away.  The insides of his thighs pounded against my cheeks and
temples, and his ball sack slapped my chin.  As his thrusting
trailed off, his knot swelled up to a comfortable mouthful while
he power-washed my tonsils with hot jets of his seed.  I backed
away from him some so I could enjoy the taste of the stuff.  It
was fresh and sweet and tasty with a little bit of a metallic
tang to it, the nicest I'd had in some time.  He stayed with me a
good fifteen minutes or so until his cum spurts trailed off and
his erection faded.

  Duffy finished up and sat down to lick himself clean.  I was
ready for my turn, so I pulled off my shorts to see if he was
interested in me.  I offered him my cock and he sniffed at it,
then lay down with his front paws on either side of it.  There
was already some precum there to make it interesting, so he
worked my foreskin back with his tongue and those little nipper
teeth up front.  He licked at my cock head fiercely, then started
down by my balls and licked along the shaft with long, slow
strokes to the tip.  It didn't take very much of that before I
exploded all over his face and paws.  He got a startled
expression on his face and I almost laughed out loud at how goofy
he looked, sitting there with my cum all over his muzzle and
dripping off his chin in long strings.  I wiped it off all the
places he couldn't reach and he greedily slurped up every drop. 
I finished cleaning him up and we curled up together for a nice,
long snuggle.  

  It wasn't more than another day or two before the neighborhood
mutts figured out that Sasha was in heat.  A few of them would
sit in the front yard and howl until Helga chased them away with
a broom or squirted them with the hose.  One of the "regulars"
was a chocolate Labrador named Hunter.  He was big and fat and he
sure wasn't the brightest light on the street, but he was
friendly and loveable... and he had a package on him that would
make a Clydesdale stallion jealous.  I'd known him for years and
I would sometimes sneak him up to my apartment when Helga wasn't
home.  Dave, his owner, knew about the visits, but I'm pretty
sure he didn't have a clue what was going on.  He stopped me on
the street once:

  "Hey Chuck, I notice Hunter's been spending a lot of time over
there."

   (Uh-oh...)  "Yeah, he's just visiting.  Y'know, I always had
dogs when I was a kid and I miss 'em sometimes.  It's nice having
him around."

  "Oh, OK.  I sure do hope you're not feeding him though."  

  (Whew!)  "Nope, I see he's got a little bit of a weight problem
there.  He just comes up for the company."

  "All right then.  If he gets to be a pest, just send him home.
I don't care if he visits, just don't be feedin' him."

  "No problem, I won't."

  One night after work, I took Duffy out for a walk and Hunter
followed us home.  It was well after midnight and nobody else was
up, so I brought Hunter upstairs.  Between the smell of Sasha
being in heat and just knowing what usually happened when he
visited me, he was already showing pink and dripping all over the
place.  I took him into the kitchen and proceeded to suck him off
while I played with his massive balls.  He always squirted like a
fire hose when he came, faster than I could swallow it.  Rivulets
of cum trickled down my chin, which Duffy lapped away.  I backed
off Hunter's enormous cock for a minute to see if Duffy would
like to try some straight from the tap.  Sure enough, he loved
it.  Hunter seemed to like it as well.  The three of us shared
the rest of the load until the fat, old Lab was drained.  

  As I was putting Hunter's penis away, Duffy was getting horny.
He was trying to hump Hunter from all different angles, but being
inexperienced he wasn't sure how to go about it.  He got into
some crazy position with his front legs wrapped around Hunter's
hindquarters, and was poking him in his ample belly as he humped.
 I got a crazy idea and pulled Duffy alongside Hunter and guided
his thrusts into the opening of Hunter's sheath.  Since Duffy was
about half Hunter's size, his cock slipped easily into the bigger
dog's sheath, knot and all!  Hunter stood there with his tail
twisted to one side like a bitch that was being bred while Duffy
humped him silly.  Duffy finished humping and dismounted, then
turned so he was butt to belly with the big dog.  He was actually
tied with Hunter's sheath!  The Lab was standing there with his
eyes half closed and a goofy grin on his face.  I reached
underneath him and was surprised to find there were two knots, as
well as two orgasms going on.  Hunter was happily squirting his
load onto Duffy's balls and belly fur while Duffy was filling his
sheath.  I was ready and managed to catch the flood of cum that
poured out of Hunter's sheath when they separated.  Both the dogs
seemed to enjoy doing this, so we did it every chance we got.

  When Duffy had been with me about a year, it came time to make
the annual trip to the vet.  Anyone who has a dog has been there,
or should be anyway.  You know, updating the rabies and all the
other shots, the heartworm test and all.  Well, I had been using
the vet that Helga recommended, but this time he had a new
resident.  I'm not sure if that's what you call them, but I mean
a new vet just out of school who spends a couple of years working
with an old timer before they go into their own practice.  Sara
was a Scottish redhead, with a brogue thick enough to cut with a
knife.  We don't get too many outsiders around these parts, and I
just loved listening to her.  

   I have to admit that Sarah has an interesting way of getting
acquainted with her patients.  The moment I stepped into the
examining room with Duffy, she threw her hands up and squealed,
"Oww, 'e's such an 'andsome fellow, isn't 'e!"  

  I thought sure she was going to scare him half to death, but
Duffy's ears went back, his little, short tail wagged furiously
and he started bouncing up and down!  Sarah sat down on the floor
and put her arms around Duffy's middle and flipped him over on
his back so he was lying belly-up between her knees.  She kissed
him on the nose and ran her hands over every square inch of him,
all the while keeping up a running commentary in a squeaky,
baby-talk voice.  

   As her hands went between his thighs, her eyes got big and she
giggled a little and said, "I see Duffy lad's still got all his
dangly bits, then, hasn't he?"  

  I braced myself for the usual lecture about the `Evils of
Keeping an Un-neutered Dog,' but Sarah didn't deliver that at
all.  Instead, she put one hand on either side of Duffy's penis
and shook it from side to side as she sang in a silly,
high-pitched voice:

"Oh, one day in May when Mary lay a-sleepin'
 Along come a corporal on hands and knees a-creepin'
 With his long funny dingle-dangle
 Way down to his knees..."

   Needless to say, I about died of embarrassment!  I wondered if
maybe I should leave the room and give them a little privacy. 
Duffy, however, was anything but embarrassed.  He squirmed with
sheer delight, and kissed Sarah on the chin.  I tried not to
look, but I couldn't help but notice a telltale bulge near the
base of his sheath, and a tiny bit of pink showing at the tip. 
The rest of the visit was uneventful, though Duffy seemed to
behave a little better than he usually does at the vet.  He took
all the shots, a very thorough examination, and even the blood
drawing for the heartworm test without struggling.  

  "So how is he?" I asked.  "Is everything all right?" 

  "Yes, of course!" Sarah replied.  "We'll not have the heartworm
results until evening, but I shan't expect there'll be any
problem with that.  One thing you should consider since you've
not had him neutered, is perhaps you should toss 'im off from
time to time."

  "Toss him off...?  Oh, er, okay."  I felt my face flushing red
as it struck me exactly what she was suggesting.  

  "You're a gent, you know how that works, I trust."  Sarah
curled her fingers and made the appropriate stroking motions as
she spoke, further adding to my embarrassment.  

  "Well, um, yeah.  I... We've been taking care of that."  

  "Once a week or so is enough; a bit more often, perhaps, if
you've a bitch on heat nearby."

  "Gotcha.  'Nuff said."  I'd read that in a couple of books, but
hearing it from the vet, especially a female one, was somewhat of
a shock.  
  
  Sarah pronounced Duffy "fit for duty," hugged and kissed him
one more time, and sent us on our way.  

        On the ride home, Duffy sat very close to me and leaned
against my right shoulder.  While we were stopped at an
intersection, I put my arm around him and rubbed my cheek on the
top of his head, and sniffed his fur a little.  He doesn't have a
noticeable "doggy" smell as most dogs do, just a very slight
scent of musk.  One of Duffy's peculiarities is that when he gets
sexually aroused, whether by another dog or when he and I "play
around," that musk becomes much stronger and more pungent.  Even
to my poor, human olfactory sense.  It's not an unpleasant smell
at all; in fact, I kind of like it.  It's a warm, earthy animal
smell.  Some people even spend good money on stuff that makes
them smell sort of like that.  Pheromones... that's the word.  
Duffy's production of pheromones must have through the roof that
morning, judging from how he smelled.  I took a quick look around
to make sure we weren't being watched-all clear, no other cars. 
I reached between his haunches and slid my thumb and forefinger
along his sheath to see if he was hard at all... He wasn't, but
the tuft of hair at the end was pretty wet.  A quick sniff of my
fingers and then a taste told me the moisture was definitely not
pee!  I guess Sarah got him more excited than I realized.  Well,
we had a couple of hours before I had to leave for work, so maybe
we could "toss him off" a little ahead of schedule.  

  Duffy, it seems, had the very same idea. When he gets a little
bit horny, he doesn't hump my leg, but he has his own, more
subtle ways of letting me know that he wants to play.  If he's
really horny, though, he sometimes gets a little impatient.  No
sooner were we up the stairs and through the door before he
started pawing at my feet and nudging my hands with his nose.  He
herded me into the bedroom and over to the throw rug next to the
bed, our "special" place.  I got down on my hands and knees and
in one fluid motion, Duffy slid over my head and onto my back. 
His penis found my mouth with no assistance from me, though he
did shoot a tiny spurt of precum against my upper lip on the way
in.  He thrust in to the hilt and I let him take a few dozen
strokes until I felt the warm, tingly wetness of his semen
spreading over the back of my throat. His hot breath puffed
against the small of my back where my shirt had ridden up and he
rested his muzzle. As Duffy pounded away at my face, his rhythm
just about matched that of the crazy, old song Sarah was singing
during the earlier incident.  I stifled a giggle as it occurred
to me that it would be kind of difficult to sing a Scottish bawdy
song with a six-inch Texas heeler cock in my mouth!  

  I pushed him back some and sucked hard on the pointed tip of
his cock, while I gathered his balls and knot in my right hand
and massaged them in rhythm with his orgasmic contractions.  As
his ejaculation trailed off to a long, slow drip, I let his knot
slip back into my mouth and kept it there until he went slack and
pulled away.  As always, it was time for his treat now and he
knew it.  Duffy nuzzled and pawed my hands eagerly, making it
difficult for me to unbuckle my belt and drop my pants.  Once I
got my cock out and slid my foreskin back, I bucked my hips as
Duffy lapped at the head furiously.  It wasn't but a few seconds
before I shot a huge load in his mouth.  He looked quite happy
and contented, licking his chops as he lay down for a nap.  

  I had the taste of him in my mouth for most of the night at
work.  Sometimes it's a good thing that the mill stinks so badly;
there's no way that my co-workers could have smelled the dog cum
on my breath.

  One Saturday morning, Duffy woke me up by nudging me with his
nose.  It's his usual way of reminding me that it's time for his
breakfast.  In our standard Saturday routine, Duffy gets a
soft-boiled egg added to his usual dry dog food, and just enough
bacon drippings to give it some flavor.  He sat patiently while I
put it all together because he knows that if it takes a long time
to prepare, it must be something really good!  When we'd both
finished eating, I went to let him out the back stairs to the
fenced area to relieve himself.  He balked at the doorway, then
trotted over to the coat rack and pawed at his leash.  Duffy is
very good at communicating exactly what he wants.  

  I clipped on his leash and he led me out the front door.  When
we go for a walk, I pretty much let him go where he wants to; he
knows where all the unfriendly dogs (and humans) are and avoids
them.  One of our favorite trails runs from the far side of the
County road down through the woods and along the riverbank.  It
was a beautiful, sunny spring day, and as soon as we were a good
distance from the road I unhooked the leash and let Duffy walk
free.  He trotted along in front of me carrying a huge stick he
had found, and it didn't seem to bother him at all when the ends
of it would crash against the underbrush at the edges of the
path.  We came up on a grassy meadow where Duffy flopped over
onto his back and began to roll with doggy abandon.  I lay down
next to him, chewing on a grass stem as I admired his beautiful,
canine body.  His exuberance became more apparent as a
glistening, pink missile protruded from the end of his sheath and
a rounded bulge formed at its base.  I couldn't help but reach
over and gently fondle his growing knot.  He lay still and
grinned a little as my fingers played on his maleness, then
leaned over and gave me a kiss on the ear.  

  I was beginning to feel a bulge of my own when Duffy suddenly
snorted and jumped to his feet.  He stared back down the
footpath, with his ears forward and his stumpy tail straight out
behind him.  When he alerts like that, I always worry that
someone might be watching us.  This time, someone was... it was
Roxy, the neighborhood slut.  Roxy was Rottweiler and Shepherd,
or something of the sort.  She was big, sweet and horny.  The
surprising thing about her was that she would accept a male just
about any time.  She didn't need to be in heat.  In fact, I don't
remember ever seeing her in heat.  You didn't have to be a male
dog, either.  I'd had more than a few rolls in the hay with her
myself.  Roxy trotted over and greeted us with a wagging tail,
squinted eyes and a huge, scary grin.  She hadn't seen Duffy up
close and personal before, and she seemed to find him as
attractive and sexy as I did.  Being the slut that she is, she
immediately ducked her head under his belly and took three or
four long, noisy sniffs at his sheath opening, the hair along the
ridge of her back bristling as she did.  

  Roxy's tail flagged a few times and she made humping motions
with her hips as her tongue darted around Duffy's manly parts. 
She turned around and twisted her tail to one side as she
presented her rump to him for mounting.  He took a lick or two at
her vulva before his instincts kicked in and he reared up to
mount her.  I grabbed Duffy around the shoulders and pulled him
off her just before he got to where he was headed.  

  "No!  Mine!" I snapped.  

  Duffy whined softly and had the most pathetic expression on his
face I'd ever seen on a dog, but it was pretty obvious he
understood just who was the alpha dog around here.

  Roxy automatically assumed the customary position-flat on her
back with her hind legs splayed-and swished her tail from side to
side.  Her canine pussy twitched and bobbed, the dark lips
occasionally parting to reveal her light pink clit.  I got on all
fours and pushed my tongue into her briefly, until it felt like
my raging erection was going to bust right through my zipper...
or at least I might lose my load in my pants.  I undid my belt
and zipper and got my jeans down around my knees in record time.
Hunching over Roxy, I carefully lowered myself onto-and into-her.
 My cock slid home into her now-familiar tunnel, and she sighed
and licked her lips noisily while her powerful vaginal muscles
tugged and squeezed at me.  She wrapped her front legs around my
chest and grunted as she met each of my thrusts with at least two
of her own.  The sensation of her hard, muscular body covered
with soft, smooth fur pressed tightly against me, coupled with
the mixture of doggy musk and the smells of the late-spring
vegetation pretty much put me into sensory overload.  I held back
as long as I could, but she gasped and shuddered as she went into
a series of powerful, orgasmic contractions.  I erupted into her;
I felt her relax and she closed her eyes and panted softly as my
warm, sticky cum spread over her insides. 

  I stayed with Roxy for a while, rubbing her glossy,
black-and-tan cheeks with my thumbs while I kissed her gently on
the muzzle.  Her contractions continued, though more slowly and
gently, but they were enough to keep me half hard and kept a
little twitching and tingling feeling going deep inside my groin
somewhere.  I was just about to reluctantly pull away from her
when... THUD!  I felt fur and muscle slam against my back.  Duffy
had been waiting for "sloppy seconds" and I guess he got a little
impatient.  I was about to shove him off me when I felt the
cheeks of my butt parted by a wet, slippery missile.  Before I
came to my senses and realized just what was happening, he had
gripped me tightly about the waist and driven his cock home
inside me.  Now, this isn't really one of my favorite things to
do with a male dog, but it just kind of happens once in a while.
It's damned uncomfortable, though.  Now, wouldn't that have been
a hell of a sight to see, me sandwiched between two dogs, my cock
buried in one and the other with his cock buried in me!  Roxy
snorted, I think she was laughing at me!  

  Duffy's humping and the throbbing of his knot against my
prostate somehow stimulated me to another orgasm.  My aching
balls pumped a few more volleys of cum into Roxy, and she
responded in kind.  Duffy finally pulled out of my ass with a
wet, squishy 'pop' sound and sat down nearby to lick himself
clean.  I rolled over and lay on my back in the cool, green grass
and let Roxy lick me clean.  All gloriously gratified, the two
dogs and I rolled and snuggled lazily in the meadow until it was
time to head home for dinner.

  The dogs and I were strolling lazily along the riverbank
towards home when Roxy took a sudden detour after a ground
squirrel.  Duffy took off after her in hot pursuit.  I stumbled
behind them through the woods and up a small knoll.  The three of
us came to a rather abrupt halt at the top of the hill where we
beheld a sight that seemed to be as startling to the dogs as it
was to me!  Sarah, the vet, sat on a big rock with her two huge,
brindle-colored English mastiffs, Maggie and Winston alongside. 
She'd told me about them a time or two, but this was the first
time I'd actually seen them.  I don't think she was aware that we
were there, especially considering what she was doing.  She was
rubbing Winston's chest with one hand, and her other hand was...
cupped around his sheath!  She was jacking him off in time to
another one of those crazy, old songs she was always singing:  

"...The carlin clew her wanton tail,
 Her wanton tail sae ready,
 I learn'd a sang in Annandale,
 Nine inch will please a lady..."

Winston bucked his hips a bit and reached a paw toward her
shoulder, but she stopped stroking him and wagged a finger at
him.

  "Let's not get so impatient now, sweetie lad, good things comes
to those as waits," she scolded him playfully.  

  She slid his sheath back, exposing what had to be the most
colossal doggie cock I'd ever laid eyes on.  The most surprising
thing was that it looked like it was only half-hard!  She turned
it slightly in her hand, examining the entire surface.  

  Sarah turned towards Maggie and said softly, "It's lovely,
isn't it girl?  Pity I've spayed you and you can't try it on for
size.  Ah, well.  He's your brother anyway an' that wouldn't do
at all."  

  She went on stroking Winston's magnificent penis and giggled as
his knot grew to mammoth proportions in her hand.  Huge drops of
clear fluid fell from the end, but when the clear drops turned to
white spurts, Sarah leaned over and took the pointy tip in her
mouth for several minutes.  Maggie nudged Sarah's cheek with her
nose and lapped at Winston's shaft between Sarah's hand and lips.
 

  "Mmm, mmm... lovely stuff, Maggie.  Would you like a taste,
then?"  She backed away and allowed Maggie to have her way with
him.  

  Maggie snuffled and slurped at her brother's cock until Winston
had spent his load and withdrawn into his sheath.  She paced back
and forth a few times, humping slightly as she did, but then
rolled over onto her back in front of Sarah.  

  "So you'd like a bit o' that as well, eh, Mags?"

Sarah hooked two fingers in front of Maggie's vulva and rubbed
her briskly.  Maggie crossed her front paws over her chest while
her back legs flailed wildly.  After a short time, she stopped
thrashing around and just closed her eyes and relaxed.  Sarah got
down on her hands and knees and slipped her tongue right between
the lips of Maggie's cunt!  Maggie squirmed a little and let out
a deep sigh of pleasure.  Spent as I was, I was getting a
zipper-busting erection again just from watching them... until
Roxy sneezed loudly.

  Sarah sat up and looked straight at us, but didn't seem
startled.  "Charles!  Oh, don't look so shocked, love.  It's not
like you're a stranger to all this.  We were watchin' you and the
dogs a bit earlier, quite the sandwich ye had there!"  

  Duffy strode over to the two enormous mastiffs, confident as
could be.  He dropped to his elbows in a play bow, with his butt
sticking up in the air and his short tail wagging furiously. 
After a minute or two of bristling and eye-rolling, the big dogs
sniffed him all over.  Roxy chose to keep her distance and hid
behind my legs.  

   "I... I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff," I
stammered.  "Or anyone else, for that matter.  I thought I was
sort of unique."  

  "Not at all.  I've seen a fair number of dogs-and horses,
too-who I suspect have had relations of one sort or another with
humans.  Some abusive, I'm afraid, but when everyone enjoys it, I
suppose it's not abuse."

  "Well, I... er, we're all willing partners.  I would never
force myself on them."

  Sarah smiled.  "I don't suppose you'd be standing there
speaking to me, had-Roxy, is it? -been unwilling."  

  I grinned sheepishly. "If I pushed her away, she probably would
have hurt me!"  

  "You enjoy the gents as well, eh?  I like it both ways with the
dogs myself, though I've no interest in men.  Or women either." 
Sarah hugged the two monstrous canines and kissed each of them on
the muzzle.  "Winston is nearly as good as any husband, except
that he's not especially good at mending things about thehouse!"

  "I wouldn't think so," I grinned.  "What happened with Duffy
earlier was kind of unusual," I explained.  "Usually I take
him... the other way."

  "Orally, then. No doubt a lovely young lad like him is quite
tasty."  Sarah suddenly switched back into the veterinarian mode.
 "You ought to give him a good rinsing when you get him home.
Lukewarm water and a tiny bit of mild soap."

  "OK, sure... I'll do that.   But do you mind if I ask a
personal question, Sarah?"

  "Ask away, dear, but don't be offended if I choose not to
answer."   

  "Well, I hope I'm not too far out of line.  How in the world
did you get started doing things like this with dogs?"

  Sarah took a deep breath and looked around, as if to make sure
no one else was nearby.  "To the best of my recollection, I
suppose I was about twelve or thirteen when it happened the first
time.  Daddy owned a pub, and there was a fellow named Bob used
to drink there.  Bob had a lovely Border collie named Pip who
would come with him and Pip and I got to be close friends.  Well,
from time to time, Bob would get pissing drunk and get into a bit
of a row with the other blokes."

  "To make a long story short, the constables dragged him off
more than once, and Pip would stay with us until Bob got out of
the lock-up next morning.  He was a sweet dog, but also quite the
stud... he taught me things about the male canine anatomy that
you can't learn in veterinary school!  He was my first boyfriend
and after him, the human lads were simply boring."  Sarah grinned
slyly.  "So I've told you mine, let's hear yours, then."

  "Sure.  I guess I was about the same age, thirteen, maybe
fourteen.  My family had a female Doberman, and when she came
into heat, she kept pushing her butt against my crotch.  I wasn't
sure what was going on at first, but once I figured out what she
wanted, I just had to try it.  After about the tenth time in four
days, we were both hooked!"

  Sarah nodded.  "And what about the gents?  What got you
interested in them?"

  "The neighbors had a male husky who would come visit.  Every
time I would get down on the ground when he was nearby, he would
jump on me and start humping.  Once I jacked him off just to see
if it would work, and we both liked it.  So one day I was rolling
around on the ground with him and he had some pink showing... I
don't know what possessed me to do it, but I just put my mouth on
it and sucked him."  

  Sarah nodded and licked her lips.  "Ah, yes... huskies.  I've
sampled one or two.  Quite nice!"  "Er, not to rush off, but the
pups and I have a bit of unfinished business to take care of, if
you know what I mean."  She winked and rubbed the front of her
jeans.  

  "Oh, yeah.   I forgot about that.  Enjoy!"

  Sarah giggled.  "That I will, I can assure you!  And don't
forget to give your boy a rinse.  He'll be much more pleasant
next time you want him in your mouth."  She reached under Duffy
and tickled his sheath as she kissed him between the eyes.  "He's
such a sweet fellow, and he's got a cute little willie!"

  I just nodded and waved.  "Will do. See you next time." 

  We each collected our assortment of dogs and wandered off on
our separate ways into the early evening.

  A few years back, I had a couple of weeks off work as my
section of the plant was being refitted for a new product.  I
decided this was as good a time as any to take a road trip back
east to visit my parents.  I hadn't seen them since I stayed
there for a few weeks just after I got back from the Gulf.  Of
course, Duffy went along with me; my parents love dogs and were
eager to see their `grandpup.'  I was fairly sure that the old
truck would never make the 1800-mile round trip, so I rented a
little shit-box car from the company that says, "All those miles
are free."  The trip took two days.  I imagine I could have made
it in one, but the thought of 18 to 20 hours in a Geo Metro
didn't appeal to me, especially with a lively dog!

  My parents loved Duffy right off the bat, though they made the
same comments most everyone does... first "What happened to his
tail?" and Mom must have said "Oh, those eyes!" about seven or
eight times the first day.  Dad was pretty fond of him; Duffy
spent most of the first evening curled up in his lap on the couch
while we sat around talking.  The family member who was most
taken with him, though, was my old girl Mariah.  She was a
Malamute - Shepherd mix who had been my lover from high school
until I went into the Army.   My folks had her spayed after I
left home and she was getting along in years, but she seemed to
be just as horny as ever.  While everyone was exchanging
greetings, she kept humping Duffy and people's legs until Mom
finally had to put her outside.  Mariah was a little better
behaved late in the evening and I joined her on the living room
floor and gave her a tummy rub.  The memories of the things we
used to do together came back as vivid as if we'd done it this
morning.  So vivid that I was getting a raging hardon just
thinking about it.  She must have sensed it because she was
licking her lips, and when I glanced down at her pussy it was
twitching up and down.  Good thing I was lying on my belly or
everyone would have seen my bulge.  

  The topic of the conversation ranged from the latest
neighborhood gossip to Christmas gifts.  I'd sent Mom a video of
"Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey," and of course we had to
get it out and watch it one more time.  Pretty good flick, but
I'm not too wild about how they gave the animals voices.  Then
Mom made a comment that just about floored me.

  "You know, that Chance sure is a well hung dog, isn't he?"

  It's not that I didn't agree 100, but that just isn't something
you expect your Mom to say!  I sank back into my chair and said
something like "Yeah, sure, I guess so..." and hoped I wasn't
turning too red.  Dad just glared at her briefly and shook his
head.  

  At bedtime, I went up to my old room and it was like nothing
had changed, except there were two dogs galloping up the stairs
ahead of me instead of just Mariah.  Just like in the old days I
closed the door behind me and removed the dogs' collars to
eliminate the telltale clanking of tags.  I just had to have one
more romp with Mariah for old times' sake, at least whatever she
was still willing and able to do.  I wet my finger and worked it
into her vagina.  I could only get it in up to the second joint,
so penetration was out.  She didn't seem to mind at all, she
squeezed on it and humped a little just like always.  I pulled my
finger out of her and offered it to Duffy.  He was very
interested and stamped his back feet as he licked it.  I fondled
his sheath and found him to be half-hard, so I led him to the
source of that nice smell.  He didn't waste too much time
sniffing and licking, but mounted her instead.  

  He humped with those short strokes that a dog having trouble
finding just the right spot uses.  After a half dozen or so tries
he was getting frustrated, so I got under Mariah on my hands and
knees and gently guided Duffy's penis into my mouth.  As soon as
he felt he'd found a wet hole, he started thrusting wildly and
spurted huge volumes of cum against the back of my throat.  I
pressed his knot against Mariah's pussy to give them both more
pleasure.  I backed off of Duffy briefly and caught a few of his
squirts in my cupped hand and offered them to Mariah.  She lapped
it up like it was Ambrosia... I'm sure it had been a long time
since she'd tasted any of that stuff.  Duffy finished up and
wandered off to clean himself, but Mariah was just getting
started... my turn!

  I lay on my back with my head between Mariah's back legs, and
patted her rump down until she was sitting on my face.  I pushed
my tongue into her pussy, savoring the interesting mixture of
tastes in there; a little of her own and some tasty precum that
Duffy had left.  The more I licked and sucked her female parts,
the more they twitched and throbbed until she got so excited that
she humped vigorously against my mouth.  She kept right on
rubbing herself against my face, humping as well as any male
could and bringing herself to orgasm again and again. 
Considering how old Mariah was, and the fact that she'd been
spayed for quite a few years, she was unbelievably horny! After a
while, she seemed to get enough of it and ran around the room a
few times.  She snatched one of my sneakers off the floor and
shook it violently like she was killing some little animal, then
released it so it went flying across the room and hit the door
with a loud thump.  I'd almost forgotten how Mariah liked to
"kill" something during her orgasm dance.  

  A few seconds later, Dad tapped on the door and asked, "What
the hell's going on in there?  You OK?"

  "Yeah, sure...  I'm trying to get some sleep here, but Mariah
and Duffy decided it's time for a wrestling match!"  Duffy, who
had been dozing in a corner, raised his head and looked at me
with a "Who, me?" kind of expression.

  "Yeah, she gets like that sometimes when a younger dog comes to
visit.  Why don't you throw `em both outside for a few minutes so
they can run it off."

  I put my jeans back on and took the dogs downstairs and out the
back door.  They chased each other around the yard a time or two,
and then I led them to a dark, isolated part of the yard just
beyond the garden area.  I dropped my pants down around my ankles
and squatted down in front of the dogs to let them have their way
with my cock.  For the first few licks, they took turns nice as
you please, but then Mariah pulled rank and bared her fangs at
Duffy.  He backed away and let her have the big load of cum I
shot in her mouth, but he quickly found something equally tasty
to lick between Mariah's haunches.  You know, it could have just
been the shadows or the dim light, but it sure looked to me like
Mariah had an evil grin on her face!

  Mariah made absolutely sure that Duffy and I were both
thoroughly drained, then the two of them got into a scent-marking
contest.  They peed on every tree, bush, rock and fence post on
the property.  Mariah could hike her leg and mark things nearly
as well as any male could, but she spent a lot of time sniffing
the spots Duffy had marked before re-anointing them herself.  She
would finish the job by scratching the ground with her hind feet,
sending divots of earth and grass flying behind her.  The damp,
heavy night air carried their scents easily to my poor,
underdeveloped human nose and it was surprising how distinctly
different they were.  Mariah's was a heavy, burnt/skunky smell,
while Duffy's was a sharp musk mixed with an almost fruity scent.
 It's peculiar what you notice when you're walking the dogs in
the middle of the night.  When every stationary object had been
properly marked, we all went back upstairs.  After some jockeying
for the choice spots on the bed, I was soon wedged between two
snoring dogs and joined them shortly thereafter.

  The next morning I awoke to find my underwear pulled down
around my knees, my foreskin pulled back and my genital area damp
and sticky with drying dog drool.  Duffy lay on his back beside
me with his paws crossed over his chest and a tiny bit of pink
peeking from his sheath.  The fur on and around his genitals was
similarly soggy.  Mariah lay at the foot of the bed, with that
same evil grin I'd seen on her face the previous night.  There
was little doubt as to who had done the dirty deeds.  I poked her
in the tummy with my toe.  "You're still an old slut, aren't
you?"  Mariah just thumped her tail.  

  All too soon it was time for Duffy and me to pack up and head
home.  Along the way, I wondered if Mom was somehow aware of my
preferences and was trying to humor me, or if she really
appreciates the wonders of the canine anatomy the same way I do.
I decided to push my luck a little and made a mental note to send
her a snapshot I had of Duffy and Hunter wrestling on the kitchen
floor.  They were both on their backs, and you could see...
everything!  No comments, of course, other than whom the big,
brown dog was.  Next time she called, she (jokingly, I think?)
asked if I could bring Hunter along on my next visit.  I guess I
come by my unusually profound love for animals honestly.

  Duffy and I have enjoyed each other's bodies for quite a few
years now.  It seemed like we would go on forever.  But two years
ago when Duffy was nine, it suddenly became clear that we
wouldn't.  We were having our usual bedtime cuddle: the kind that
involves plenty of licking, groping and tickling.  I was rolling
both of his balls between my fingers when I became aware that the
right testicle was noticeably larger than the left one.  Closer
inspection revealed that it had a pronounced bump on one end as
well as an irregular shape.  This was not good; previously they
had been nearly identical.  The next morning I made an
appointment with Sarah to have him checked out.  

  Sarah agreed that it did not look good, and her recommendation
was to neuter him immediately!  

  I was totally shocked.  "Neuter him?  Will you have to take
them both off?"  

  Sarah switched to the strictly business mode.  "I'm afraid so.
The irregular shape suggests the possibility of a carcinoma, and
it's likely spread to the other testicle if not other organs."  

  "Damn.  Well, do what you have to do, I don't want to lose
him."  I felt tears welling up in my eyes at the horrible
thought.  

  Sarah placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.  "There, there,
love.  I more than anyone understand precisely how much he means
to you.  I'll do everything I can."

  "I'm sure, but even if... when everything turns out fine,
remember, he's my... partner." 

  "Yes, of course I remember that.  I can't promise you miracles,
and he'll be different, but I have yet to see a neutered male dog
become totally impotent.  Especially a very active fellow like
Duffy, who has had more than his share of adventures."

  Small reassurance, but better than nothing, I thought.  "I
guess I'll just have to hope for the best and love him as he is,
even if he can't do the physical part any more."

  Sarah grinned a little and winked.  "And if ye can't bear the
thought of the poor lad paddin' about minus his bollocks, we've
got these."  She reached into a drawer and plopped a small,
rounded object into my hand.  "Prosthetics."  

  "Prosthetics?"  I rolled the thing around in my hand and gave
it a little squeeze.  It felt like... a dog's testicle!  The
right shape, weight... just about the right amount of `give.' 
"Oh, no.  You're kidding!"

  "Not at all!"  She opened the door to a back office and
whistled.  "Bear!  Come on in, boy!"

  A large, black Labrador mix padded into the examining room and
touched noses with Duffy.  I let Bear sniff my hand and he
greeted me like an old friend.  

  "Go on then, have a feel," Sarah insisted.  "He's used to it,
he'll not mind at all."  

  I gingerly cupped my hand under Bear's scrotum. His tail kept
wagging, so I gave him a good going over.  He felt quite natural.
 

  "They're prosthetics, like the one I showed you," Sarah
repeated.  "Those are the newer sort, a bit more expensive, but
they feel more like the real thing."  She bent down and whispered
in my ear.  "Have a little romp if you'd like.  Bear would love
to show you what a neutered bloke can do.  Nothing to do with his
implants, mind you.  Those are strictly for looks."  

  I wrapped my well-practiced fingers around Bear's sheath.  I
squeezed his knot and the area just behind it with an orgasmic
rhythm.  Within seconds, his knot throbbed and began expanding. 
A pink missile protruded from his sheath opening and a small bead
of clear fluid appeared at the tip.  My pants were rising and my
mouth was watering, but I didn't want to get too carried away. 
When Bear made a couple of thrusts with his hindquarters, Duffy
sidled up to him and attempted to mount him sideways and
backwards like he used to do with his old buddy Hunter.  

  Sarah looked puzzled.  "What the bloody hell is he trying to
do?"

  I grabbed Duffy's collar and pulled him off Bear.  "Um... He...
likes other guys sometimes.  I'll tell you about it another
time."

  Sarah nodded.  "I see.  Well, bring him in for the surgery next
Thursday morning and we'll keep our fingers crossed.  Don't let
him have anything to eat or drink after 6 P.M. Wednesday.  In the
meantime, you may enjoy his last days as an entire male.  It
shouldn't have any bearing on his recovery, as long as you don't
overdo it."  

  "One more thing.  Could I borrow Bear while Duffy's in the
hospital?" I asked, just kidding.  

  Sarah smiled.  "I doubt it, but I could ask.  He belongs to Dr.
Rob."  She winked and whispered in my ear, "I've had more than a
few romps with this fellow myself... He's lovely!"

  "Really...  Well, if Duffy is anywhere near this sexy after
he's neutered, I won't complain."

  "Neither will he, I'm quite certain.  See you next Thursday."

  Over the next several days, Duffy and I made love as often as
practical.  On one occasion, I caught his semen in my hand and
was shocked to find a tiny streak of blood in it.  Early the next
morning, we made that dreaded trip to the vet.  Sarah asked if I
was squeamish at all, and when I said I wasn't she offered to let
me watch the procedure.  She gave Duffy a small injection of
Valium to calm him, then some isofluorane gas.  He closed his
eyes and went completely limp.  She shaved his scrotum and the
back part of his sheath and made a small incision just behind his
knot.  I felt just a tiny bit queasy as Sarah made the cut, but
it passed quickly. She squeezed his testicles out through the
opening one at a time and tied off the ducts and blood vessels
before snipping them. One was smooth and glistening with a
whitish color, while the other had a purplish, lumpy mass at one
end.  She slipped the two grayish-colored replacements back
through the incision, squeezed them into position and used an
instrument that looked and sounded suspiciously like a stapler to
close him up.  The whole operation only took about ten minutes! 

  Sarah picked up the diseased testicle.  "It looks rather nasty,
but you can see the lesion hasn't broken out of the capsule. 
We'll send this to the laboratory, but I think his chances are
good."  She picked up the healthy-looking one and hefted it a
bit.  "This testicle is empty.  You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that, would you, Charles?" she said in a tone of
mock accusation.

  "It wasn't me.  He masturbates.  A lot," I joked.  

  Sarah gathered up Duffy's now disembodied testicles and carried
them across the room as she launched into another one of her
silly, old bawdy songs:

  "...When the ram was dead, sir, 
  They buried him in St. Paul's. 
  It took twelve men and a donkey cart 
  To carry away his..." 

  Plop, plop!  She dropped Duffy's balls into a plastic sample
container and screwed on the lid.

  
Sarah cleaned up Duffy's freshly remodeled genitals, daubed the
incision with a bright orange antiseptic and gave him an
antibiotic injection.  We wheeled him into the kennel area where
I helped her lift him into a cage.  On Sarah's suggestion, I left
before Duffy regained consciousness.  I went back to pick him up
the following morning and he greeted me like nothing had
happened.  Aside from being shaved and a little swollen, he
looked about the same as always.  Duffy has never been one to
mess with himself, and he recovered quickly.  

  I managed to keep my hands off him for several weeks, until he
was completely healed and the scar had nearly disappeared.  He
hadn't made any advances towards me and I was beginning to wonder
if he would ever be interested in any kind of sexual activity
again.  Just about the time my curiosity had gotten the better of
me, Duffy seemed to be showing some interest.  I was lying in bed
in my underwear when he suddenly landed on top of me.  He
straddled me and ground his sheath against my belly as he licked
my lips.  No doubt about it, he was getting hard!  

  He humped against me, then stood over me humping air with a lot
of pink showing.  Taking his less-than-subtle hint, I got down
onto all fours on the rug next to the bed.  Duffy jumped on me,
and wrapping his forelegs around my middle, he thrust his pink
missile between my lips.  He seemed a bit drier and the taste of
him was somewhat different, maybe not as strong tasting as he was
before.  There was no precum at all while he was humping but once
he knotted up and orgasmed, a trickle of some sort of tasty fluid
came out him. Everywhere it touched my mucous membranes it left
that numbing, tingly feeling that doggy cum always gives me.  He
stayed with me for a shorter time than he did when he had real
balls, but it was perfectly satisfactory and better than I
expected.
 
It's been more than two years now since I had to have Duffy
neutered.  Fortunately, there was no sign that the cancer had
spread to other parts of his body, and he hasn't had any more
problems.  I found a soft lump in his belly, directly over his
sheath, but Sarah says it's just a fatty tumor and it's very
common in older, neutered males.  He's just as randy as he ever
was, if not more.  We still have our nightly playtime where we
rub against each other, I fondle his penis and his artificial
nuts, and culminating in a blowjob.  The big difference now is
that it doesn't take anything out of him anymore and he wants to
do it again fifteen minutes later!  

  He still likes girl dogs, too.  One morning while I was eating
breakfast, I happened to see Duffy slipping out the back door and
down the stairs.  I had seen him more or less out of the corner
of my eye, and didn't give it much thought at the time; I just
figured he had to pee or whatever.  Now that I think back on it,
he kind of had that `man-on-a-mission' look about him.  Well, I
found out just what he was up to when I heard Helga hollering at
him.  

  "Ach!  You horny little bastard!  Charlie, get down here!"  She
yelled some other things at him in German that I'm pretty sure
were cuss words.  

  I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down on the lower
landing where Duffy and Sasha were tied butt to butt.  Helga
stood there with her arms folded and a scowl on her face, glaring
first at the dogs, then at me.

  "I thought you said you had that dog fixed," she snapped.

  "I did," I replied as I descended the stairs.

  "Then how come he still can do this?"

  I shrugged.  "Beats me, Helga. He still has some left-over
hormones, maybe?"  

  Duffy, still tied to Sasha, looked up at me with a sheepish
grin.  "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I scolded him
playfully.  "You have no balls! Well, you do, but they're
rubber."  

  He lowered his head slightly, folded his ears back and shifted
his weight uneasily from foot to foot.  Sasha, on the other hand,
was in another world.  She stood there panting softly, her muzzle
pointed slightly upwards and her eyes nearly closed.  Every so
often she would rock her hindquarters a little, then shudder and
let loose a deep groan of pleasure as yet another wave of orgasm
washed over her.  Duffy was her prisoner and she wasn't about to
let him go until she was finished with him.  I was getting
incredibly aroused watching them.  Needless to say my raging
erection was a pleasurable sensation, but at the same time I was
hoping that either it wasn't too obvious or Helga wouldn't
notice.  Wrong on both counts!  

  She glanced at my crotch briefly over her glasses and snorted,
"Men!  Pfui!  They're all the same.  It doesn't matter if they
got two or four legs!"  She shook her head and turned away.  

  Eventually, either Duffy or Sasha decided they'd had enough,
and they separated with a wet slurping sound.  I watched as the
full length of Duffy's beautiful penis slid out of Sasha's pussy
and flopped down between his legs, still half-erect.  He had
stayed in her for about fifteen minutes, which was far from a
record for him, but still surprisingly good for a neutered guy. 
He stretched his back legs behind him and his cock disappeared
into his furry sheath.  

  "Okay, Casanova," I said as I patted him on the back of the
head.  "That's enough fun for one day.  Time to go back
upstairs."  

  Back in my apartment, Duffy sat down and raised a hind leg as
he licked himself clean.  (Yeah, because he can!)  I got down on
the floor with him and helped him out with it.  I gently worked
his sheath all the way back, and once he was fully exposed, I
deep-throated him.  I ran my tongue around the circumference of
his cock repeatedly as I slowly backed away from him, starting
just behind his knot and finishing at the pointed tip.  He had a
curious mixture of tastes to him, partly his own neutered-male
taste combined with Sasha's heavy, gamy bitch-in-heat juices.  By
the time I had worked my way to the last inch or so of his pink
doggy meat, he was partly erect again.  I sucked on him gently
and he throbbed three or four times, while a salty, metallic tang
along with that familiar tingly sensation spread over the tip of
my tongue.  

  "So, you managed to save a drop or two for me, eh, hot shot? 
Well, I've got something for you!"

  I kissed him all over his face and muzzle as I unbuckled my
belt and slid off my pants and shorts.  I lay naked on my back in
the middle of the kitchen floor, with my cock standing at
attention.  The feeling of Duffy gliding between my raised knees
sent an electric charge through my body and when his lips and
tongue completed the circuit, I came in his mouth with such force
that he gagged a little.  Both completely spent, we collapsed
into a heap on the floor.  Duffy lay on his back beside me as his
tongue played lazily over my empty balls; my fingers caressed his
make-believe testicles and his very real and still quite
functional penis.  Somewhere along the line I drifted off and
napped until it was time to get ready for work.  

  A while back, Helga notified me that she was retiring and
moving to Florida with her sister.  She was going to sell all her
houses to a real estate agency and they probably wouldn't let me
stay there with my dog.  I was going to have to find another
place to live, one that allowed pets.  I happened to run into
Sarah while I was walking Duffy.  She had a reasonable
solution...

  "Why don't you move out to the farm with me?  I've got lots of
extra rooms, and Duffy would most certainly be welcome there. 
And even more dogs if you so fancy."


  "That's a very generous offer, Sarah.  I'll definitely give it
some thought."

  "Oh, come, now, Charles.  What's to think about?  The rent
would be next to nothing, but I would ask you to help with some
fixing-up."

  "Well, okay.  I don't have a problem with that at all."

  "It's more than a bit lonesome out there what with just me and
the animals. It might be nice to have a man about the place." 
She winked and elbowed me in the ribs playfully.  "Sir Winston,
here, is a lot of fun in bed, but he's sadly lacking in most of
the other manly attributes."  

  "Well, that's fine by me," I said.  "I'm not much for women,
and Winston has a knot, after all, and I don't"

  Sarah grinned.  "Bulbis," she corrected.

  Sarah's place is not really a farm anymore, but a sprawling,
old farmhouse on about 40 acres of fallow farmland, most of it
overgrown with woods.  Duffy and I moved out there, expecting to
be merely renting a room in the place.  Instead, we have become
an integral part of the "family," consisting of two humans and an
odd assortment of animals.  Besides the dogs, there are goats,
sheep, a donkey, assorted fowl and an elderly pot-bellied pig. 
Most were abandoned at one time or another, some have been
abused.  

  Sarah and I are quickly discovering that other humans,
particularly members of the opposite sex who share common
interests, aren't quite as boring as we had previously thought. 
We have sex now-yes, with each other- even though the dogs are
still intimately involved.  Things seem to be going far better
than we expected, so we're getting married in a few months. 
Partly out of convenience, but we do have a lot in common and we
get along great.  I guess the word is out to some degree about
our sexual preferences; I've heard us referred to as a `kinky
couple,' but Sarah dismisses it as `wagging tongues.'

  Well, just for fun, we're going to give the tongues something
else to wag about.  Guess who our Best Man is going to be?  My
best friend, of course... Duffy!

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