It was summer. I had just graduated from high school, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I’m a tall guy, around 6’3, and I’m of average build. I have dark hair, brown eyes, and I’m tan year round. I never really had any trouble with girls in high school, having a long term girlfriend once, and a few short flings. I loved girls, I never thought of anything but them, but for some reason, I had a nagging longing in the back of my head for a man. I don’t know if it was so much wanting a man, but wanting a cock. I would often play with my butt while masturbating, and I’d even gone so far as taken a few vegetables out of the fridge to penetrate myself with. I think I liked the feeling of being penetrated, of being submissive, but I was too scared to ever actually try anything with a guy, because then I would be labeled as gay. I had planned to attend college in the fall, so my summer was dedicated to two things, partying and saving money. The saving money thing is how this event that I am about to describe to you started.
I lived in a suburban town, in a rather nice neighborhood. On Travis Crt, all the homes are two stories, with nice cars in the driveway. Behind the last house on the circle, is a rather large patch of woods, that goes on for miles. The couple who lived there were in their thirties, had no kids, and were beautiful. The man was some sort of insurance salesman, and his wife stayed at home. I remember growing up and thinking that his wife was the most beautiful woman in the world, with shoulder length blonde hair, a fit physique, and D-cup breasts. Now as much as I’d like to say this story is about her, I can’t.
See, I was the only teenager on the circle, so it was my job to cut everyone’s grass. Not having a real job, this was my way to save money. The couple at the end of the street, the Bingers, paid me handsomely to cut their 2 acres of land, and I never hesitated when they told me their grass was getting high. So on a Tuesday morning, after my parents had left for work, I got dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I went downstairs and grabbed a pop-tart on my way into the garage. I pulled the lawnmower out and pushed it across the street to the Bingers. As I was priming the mower, Mrs. Binger came out to greet me.
“Hey Justin, how are you this morning?” she asked.
“I’m great Mrs. Binger, thank you for asking,” was my reply.
“I told you to call me Stacy!” she said, feigning anger.
“Haha, I’m sorry.”
She smiled at me and rolled her eyes before walking back into the house. I shook my head, trying to get the image of her breasts out of my mind. I started the mower and proceeded to cut the front lawn. It was a warm day so I was soon in nothing but my basketball shorts as I moved to the backyard. As I walked, I noticed her big Great Dane lying on the back porch. He picked up his head as I walked past, but otherwise didn’t show any excitement as I walked by. I started the mower again and began to cut the back yard. I had been drinking water most of the morning from a bottle I had brought, and about halfway through the yard, I felt the need to pee. I stopped the mower and walked to the woods at the back of the yard. I walked a few feet in and turned back toward the house. I took out my penis, which was soft, but when erect, is 7 inches. I began to urinate on a stump while staring back at the house. That’s when I saw Mrs. Binger through her bedroom window. She had just come out of the shower, she was drying her hair with a towel, and her bare breasts were completely exposed. I found myself unable to break my gaze, and I soon felt my cock grow hard in my hand. I knew I should stop staring, I was only a couple feet into the woods, and she could see me clearly if she bothered to look, but I could not stop. I began to stroke my cock slowly, pulling my shorts down to my knees to allow myself more access to my dick. I watched her as I stroked my cock, blow drying her hair now, and that’s when I felt something cold and wet poke my butt. I jumped and turned around to see Bruce, their Great Dane staring up at me. He tilted his head slightly and stared at me as I stood frozen, my cock in my hand. I moved away from him slightly, while keeping my eyes on him. For some reason he seemed different to me, there was a new look to his eyes, and I was worried he was going to attack me. He had never been aggressive before, but you never know with animals. I remembered something I heard when I was a kid, about looking an angry dog in the eyes, and quickly looked away. I moved my eyes down his body, and that’s when I saw his cock, hard and pink, dangling between his legs. I felt my fear slowly melt away as I gazed at his cock, suddenly remembering my cock in my hands, and actually understanding the new look in his eyes. Here I was masturbating in the woods, when this giant dog comes up behind me and presses his nose to my ass, and to top it off, the dog has a hard-on. I didn’t know what to do at first, but then I got an idea. I was too scared to hook up with a guy, but I wanted a cock, why not Bruce’s? I shook my head, that’s wrong, I thought, plus I’m a guy, would a dog even put it’s dick in my ass? Well, he sniffed my butt, and he obviously smelt something he wanted, he was hard.
I found myself on my knees, gazing at his rock hard member. It was big, bigger than mine by an inch or two, and it was throbbing. He must really be horny, I thought. I hesitantly reached out and poked it with one finger. It’s warm. Bruce just stood there, his head turned back and watching me. I reached out again, and took his cock in my hands. It was super hard, and it felt good in my hand. I started to slowly stroke his cock, and I thought it felt a little dry in my hands. Ok, If I’m going to do this, It has to be wet, otherwise, I won’t be able to get it in. I left my water back at the house, and there was nothing else close to me to get it wet. I could walk back to the house and get it, but then what if Bruce had lost his erection by then? I decided to do the only thing I could, use my mouth. I got down on one arm, the other still grasping his cock, and moved my face in. I took the member in my mouth, and the tip tasted salty. I had the tip just between my lips when Bruce bucked forward, shoving a full 4 inches into my mouth. I wasn’t ready for that, and I gagged and coughed. I hunched down and put one hand on Bruce’s leg to keep him from bucking again, and slid the dick back into my mouth. I gently let my mouth slide over his cock, and I sucked in with my cheeks. It wasn’t to bad, so I suckled on it for a few minutes, letting it get really wet. I then sat back on my legs, taking deep breaths, preparing myself for what I was about to do.
I crawled in front of Bruce, and got on my hands and knees. I slowly lifted my ass into the air in front of his face. He shoved his snout between my cheeks and sniffed and licked at my whole. What is he doing? I thought, seeing if he likes it? Apparently he did. I felt him pull away, and then felt the full weight of his paws fall over my shoulders. My arms buckled under me and my face pressed down to the dirt. I felt his cock press between my cheeks and hit my crack. He missed my whole once or twice, but then he hit the mark and I felt his cock plunge deep inside of me. It was painful, yes, but it was so much more than that. It felt amazing, my asshole being stretch past its typical norm, and his cock being thrust into me. He thrust again, and I moaned loudly, feeling every precious inch slide into my tight hole. I reached back and grabbed my own cock, which was dripping pre cum. I stroked myself in time with Bruce’s wild thrusting, and felt my orgasm quickly rise. Bruce quickened his pace and my insides felt as if they were doing back flips. It felt amazing, and I quickly felt my orgasm explode from my cock. Hot gobs of cum flew from the tip of my penis, more come than I can ever remember poured out of me, and to make it all better, I felt inside of me, Bruce’s cum filling my anus. We came simultaneously, me on the ground, and Bruce in my ass. And just like that, it was over, Bruce pulled out of my ass with a sucking sound and I felt my asshole go loose. I fell on my side and Bruce quickly moved forward, nose pressed into my cum on the ground. I watched as he licked it up, feeling his own cum slowly drip out of my ass. I reached a hand back and ran my fingers through it, and brought a big glob back to my face. It was white, like mine, and I found myself unable to resist a taste. I licked my fingers and found it salty, like his cock, but delicious. We sat there like that for a few minutes, me dipping my fingers into my ass and licking his cum of my fingers, and him lapping up the last of mine.
After awhile, Bruce left and I stood up. I pulled my pants back up and walked from the woods. When I walked back into the yard, I saw Mrs. Binger sitting on a chair on her porch, stroking Bruce’s head. She had a drink in her hand and was wearing a yellow summer dress. She smiled at me over the drink in her hand and crossed her legs.
“Justin, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to speak with you a moment about what just happened, after you finish cutting my grass, of course.” My stomach dropped.