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Date: Tue, 23 Feb 2010 21:45:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert R <dancer5612004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Number 1 Mutt

I am not into dog contests. I know nothing about divisions, classes, or
what promotes a dog to head of the line. But one of my best friends is nuts
about the subject, and has entered his dog in the local contest in town. I
was to meet him there to see how it was coming along, and to finally see
his dog of which he always talked about, but I never saw except in
pictures.

The hall was crowded with spectators, contestants, owners, and plenty,
plenty of dogs. I was late, and I had taken a cab because I dont like the
parking in the area. His dog, to me, was just an average dog, odd looking
mutt, although well taken care of and well manicured. He had already won in
a subdivision, and was going for the best in show of all around top dog.
Guess what, he got it. My friend, Harry couldnt have been happier since
this was all he dreamed about. He was so overjoyed in fact, he wanted to
celebrate with his friends at a cocktail party and asked me if I would take
his dog, Carrey to his house, and that I was welcome to watch the big
screen TV, and even crash if I wanted to.

The reason I wasnt asked to tag along was because I was an ex-alcoholic,
and had given up the bar scene. So without even asking me first if I wanted
to join the party, Harry asked if I would take Carrey home, and feed
him. The blue ribbons didnt go with the dog.

Harry even lent me his car since he was joining his other dog interest
buddies.

What are friends for, I thought. So with Carrey in the back seat, I was off
to my buddies house to watch the news.

Unfortunitely, Harry also had a bar in his home with two big bottles of
Vodka, and a small fridge with ice. What can I tell you, I fed the dog a
can of dog food, Imperial brand mind you, and poured a small glass. Here's
to you Harry and your new found fame as dog owner of the year!

Right after the eleven o'clock news, I discovered that I had more than one
glass of vodka, and was feeling woozy! The dog, I guess he was a great
dane, white coat with dotted spots got on my lap as if searching for
entertainment. I petted him, and noticed this dog had a boner. A striking
red hot pointed out lava of an animal hard on. He was panting and pawing me
with his front outward arms, and I moved him down off of me. I decided to
let him out into the backyard, and closed the living room patio door, and
locked it.

I went and took a shower, and poured another glass of vodka on the rocks
for the last call mode. Then I drifted to bed, took off my clothes in the
spare bedroom, and closed the bedroom door. I did some mild exercises, and
had taken everything off but my black socks. Then I hit the hay, and didnt
even have energy to turn off the desk lamp next to me. Just as I was
getting ready to snore, I heard scratching from the glass door next to the
spare bedroom. After several minutes, I got up and pulled the drape. It was
Carrey making a lonely fuss of not wanting to be outside by himself. Just
then, the phone rang, and it was Harry. He was telling me he would be home
in the morning because he was staying with some friends. He sounded drunk,
and I didnt mind telling him it was ok juist as long as there was booze in
the house. But I didnt tell him that, I just thought it.

As I continued talking to Harry, or has he was continuing talking to me, I
let Carrey through the sliding glass door of the bedroom to make him stop
scratching the glass and making a fuss. I wasnt even thinking about it
until I hung up the phone.

There was Carrey, alone sitting on the floor looking straight at me. I
closed the glass door, locked it, closed the bedroom door, locked it, and
turned off the light. "Do you want to sleep with me?" I kidded Carrey. But
he just layed down, and he looked like he was ready for his nightime sleep
as he layed flatly on the floor. I unraveled the bed covers, and crawled
inside. It occurred to me that the A/C heating system was still on, and I
hadnt the strength to go around looking for the manual contron, so I just
left it. With all the doors closed, it was becoming warm in the secluded
room, so I layed on the covers by pulling them down a bit. My mind was
spinning since I had not had a decent drink in over half a year because I
never buy it since I'm a recovering alcoholic. I looked up at the ceiling,
and the wooden fan was still. Just then Carrey got excited by something and
put both front paws on the bed, and barked. "Ssssh!" I told him. "Get off
the bed,

 Im trying to go to sleep." Then he got on the bed, and I pushed him off
sternly. "No! Stay off! I need to get some sleep. Now stay there, and dont
bother me anymore." Even in the dark, he looked big and bold, as if
searching for something, but I didnt know what.

Finally I dozed off, no telling how long, and it was after midnight. It was
nice and cozy in that air conditioned room I felt no problems. Harry really
does have a nice house for a hard working bachelor. I started to snore, and
reached over to grab the soft cozy pillow with both arms, laying them
underneath. I was in heaven. Good-night Harry, I thought. Congratulations
on your dog contest. Then I went out!



Carrey the dog wasnt sleepy. He had dozed for a little while, but soon
became awake again. He was still conscious of my lone stranger body on the
bed. He remembered how excited he was at having a new master in the
house. He even became sexually excited at the obvious display of his
masculine charm that sprang out in the living room. He wanted to fuck
something because his dick had grown hard again. He began licking it as if
trying to vanquish what nature had in store for him, but it only made it
longer and moist. Something had to be done, but what? He had already pumped
on the mattress, pumped the pillows, tried the carpet, even tried to hump
an overcoat. He didnt dare try anything on his master Harry, but this
stranger inside the home seemed a bit tipsy and drowsy enough. Carrey
walked over to the other side of the bed cautiously, sniffing around the
mattress side, and looking at the stranger on top all naked with a nice
round butt. He got up on the bed

 with both front paws again, but this time quietly, and began sniffing
around. His main concern was that round soft butt of which a beckoning odor
was amusing him. He could feel his dick getting harder and straining as he
softly put his great dane nose into the round soft crevice, and took a deep
breath!

His tongue elongated with saliva as the odor and smell of a nice soft round
butt was calling to him. His dick massaging itself against the walls of the
outer mattress, and he got up on to the bed with all fours. Carrey began
licking the open butt, although not to hard or too rough. He didnt want to
wake anyone up on his private venture. His nose felt intoxicated at the raw
smell of a man's butt, a butt he could not ever have with his tall
master. He was much too respectful to pull this one on his true master. A
total stranger was a different thing, and he put his big wet nose inside
the butthole giving it a gentle lick, long and satisfying. This made him
pant even harder, as he got himself to gently walk over the lone body,
letting his paws hit the bed only. Carrey's dickhead did the rest as it
followed the dog's body as it moved upward. The dick then nudged at the
soft round top of the circled posture, and began exploring. In Carrey's
mind this was

 becoming way too exciting, and he was only hoping for moments of non
failure, as he let his long boner dickhead to hit the anus cavity, and
massaged the area with his heavily wet dong doodle. The body began to
rumble, but didnt do much. Carrey stuck with his postion and didnt budge an
inch.

He nuzzled the bottom collar bone of the handsome stranger, and licking the
hairling softly and with loving care. Carrey's big boner then put itself
into the hole, and with his masculine muscle hind legs, slowly shoved it
in. His doggie tongue was getting wet and long at anticipation, and his
solid panting was trying to keep itself low. The stranger had passed out,
and was becoming a victim of solid love, as his dog dick began to screw the
bottom man.



It was then, I got up or became awake at the feeling of having a giant body
in the back of me with something large in my asshole. I tried to get up,
but the big body had already wrapped itself solidly around me by this
time. I could feel the hind legs of this huge creature pushing up against
me, making my butt rise even higher. This thing knew what it was doing by
using its force to prop my butt elevated in the air, making my knees hit
the mattress to find an open spot of better leverage to jump on me. My face
could do nothing but engulf the big white pillow, as it occurred to me that
Carrey was plowing my butt. I then forced another fit of power to get up
off the bed, and with that, Carrey put his front paws against my back to
stifle me in transit. I was being raped by this huge mongrel, and with no
contest as to who was winning this battle, Carrey that big great dane was
leading the way with his powerful force to enter my facilities with his dog
boner,

 and fuck the hell out of my ass! I could hear him whimper, and pant as the
unseen force was driving his tool in and out of my tight butthole. His
strong paws holding me almost face down on the bed. Just then, I began to
feel his hind legs moving up against the inner sides of my legs, and
strongly nudging them to ease out, spreading my knees farther apart. This
gave him more room to do his business, as he towered over me making me
spread eagle as he ravaged his big muscled body into mine, making his long
hard dick pounce into me, thrusting the hard tool to feel the tight
surroundings that were giving him so much pleasure!

Tired of holding me down, and feeling confident I wouldnt try anything
else, he put both his front arms around me while he let his back legs to
continue to fuck. His back arched in a curvature way that I have seen many
rampant horny dogs used on many sexual pleasures. This dog was humping me
like some kind of mate, and I could feel my hole taking his every
inch. Didnt he know I was a male??

Plow after plow, the time went on, and I thought he would never finish with
me. It was 3 O' clock in the morning when I felt him pouring jet juice up
my rectum, but he still let himself slip and slide long after, making a big
sloppy mess on the bed sheets. I had been fucked raw by this top dog! Top
dog? Top dog, I thought. This I would never tell Harry, and I hope Carrey
doesnt learn any English.

Or he would say, "RRoooowwrrrrr! Hubba, hubba. Woof, woof." At least that's
how he looks when he looks at me.

Stop licking yourself, Carrey!

THE END.