Stranger Than Fiction (Gay Zoo)

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by Mist99 (mist2rain@yahoo.com)

 

Mark Twain once said, “Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”

My story falls into the truth is stranger than fiction category and one that I never thought I would write. I’m an author and this story is a bit of therapy and to try and figure out who I am. To my friends, I’m a happily married guy with a grown-up son and daughter and a successful career as a teen fiction writer. My wife is a politician and there are long stretches of time when we are not together.

My name is Riley. I’m in my mid-fifties, six feet tall, one hundred and ninety pounds, longish blonde hair and blue eyes. Most of the year I stay at our cottage near Algonquin Park. It’s a fantastic place to do my writing and the nearby lake is a heavenly spot for kayaking and fishing. Being on my own for much of the time has its advantages, but I do look forward to the times my wife can get away and take a break from her stress filled life. Occasionally, when she can’t get away, I drive to our downtown condo for some together time.

Not to complain, but my sex life generally consists of my right hand and on occasion, my left. I do enjoy masturbation, but nothing can compete with my wife when she is in the mood. Unfortunately, in the past few years, the mood hasn’t struck often. However, I digress. Up until last year, I considered myself to be completely heterosexual. I thought a lesbian relationship was fine and though I’m not homophobic, the thought of two guys together was unappealing. I’m not gay bashing in any way, but sex with another guy never appealed to me.

Like most guys growing up, puberty did bring a curiosity and a friend and I showed our cocks a few times. I even let him touch mine twice and I touched his. Beyond that, my hormones gave me a huge interest in breasts and round butts – the female kind. At the lake, there is a couple that owns a cottage close-by. We both have access to the lake and they’ve become good friends. I met them several years ago and many times the three of us would pass the evening together. When the topic of sex arose.

I quickly learned that they were willing to be adventurous, but they said finding the right couple was difficult. I knew they were testing the water with me, but I never led them on and I knew my wife wasn’t interested. References to sex dwindled after that, but thank goodness, our friendship continued. They were both teachers and spent the summer months at their cottage and during the school year they came up most weekends.

They bought a black lab, named him Rex and he couldn’t have been happier with all his freedom. He roamed the woods and visited me many times. It provided an opportunity to break from my writing and enjoy the outdoors. Being alone gave me a freedom that few people can experience. I was never into nudity, but over the years my dress of the day became a t-shirt only. When Rex popped by, I would either let him explore the cottage or I would slip on a pair of shorts and we would go to the lake. He loved the water and could chase a ball or stick for hours.

Connie and Bill, my neighbours, arranged with me to keep Rex at the lake every so often. It was great to have him as a companion, without the burden of being his owner. They were his owner, I was his play pal.

After one vigorous afternoon of play, I closed my eyes and napped on the couch. I don’t normally do that, but I hadn’t slept well the night before and had caught a bit too much sun that afternoon. I was dreaming that my wife and I were at the beach and we were lying naked on a towel. Our arms wrapped around each other and we made out like teenagers. My wife is not very keen on oral sex, but in my dream she kissed down my chest and lavished me with long laps over my hardness.

The dream felt so real and my wife was doing an incredibly good job. As I drifted from dream state to reality, the lapping continued and I woke to see Rex licking me. I was being licked by a dog and my cock was rock hard. I pushed him away and he jumped back in surprise.

“Rex, no. That’s bad,” I admonished.

His tail wagged furiously and he thought I was playing. He nuzzled again and backed up. His eyes sparkled and I’m sure he thought it was play time. There were drops on my stomach and I was certain it was doggie slobber, but upon closer examination, it was precum. My cock had gone down slightly and there was a shimmering drop at my pee slit. Before I could clean it off, Rex licked the spot and managed two more before I pushed him away again.

“Rex. Settle down. Go lie down.”

He looked at me with those big brown eyes as if to say, “I like to lick and you seemed to like it too. What’s the problem?”

I went to the kitchen and poured a large glass of water. He was right. It did feel good.

After dinner, Rex and I walked to the lake. He chased a flock of birds and I thought how good his licks were. Part of me said I didn’t do anything wrong and I wasn’t even awake when he licked me. As he played, I wondered what I would do if he licked me again. I could make myself available and not stop him if he started to lick.

My inner voice kicked in, Riley. What the hell are you thinking? You’re not some damn pervert who gets off by a dog. It’s been way too long; you need to get laid. Getting laid hasn’t happened in months and was unlikely to happen in the foreseeable future. Perhaps a little lube and a slow masturbation session would ease my sexual tension. The decision was made. Bed, jerk, sleep and wake in the morning with all those doggie thoughts out of my mind.

The stars were sparkling and the night sounds added to the peace and serenity. I read a chapter of my work in progress and Rex was breathing deep in sleep at the side of the bed. I added a touch of lube to my fingers, turned out the light and began massaging my cock and balls. My balls were achy and I wondered how long Rex had been licking them that afternoon. My cock stiffened to its full hardness as I imagined Rex licking up and down my balls and shaft.

A dog licking me was never one of my fantasies, but the flow of precum made me realize how erotic it was.

I was drifting, bringing myself close to orgasm and then backing away. How can guys masturbate a million times and then find the million and one time even better than all the rest? Rex had woken, stepped near me and nuzzled my ball sac. His tongue lapped over and over and my toes tensed and curled into tight balls. I moved my cock towards Rex and was rewarded with several quick licks. My whole body tightened and the first pulse spurted out of me.

Rex licked more as I continued to spurt over and over. I’d never cum so hard and even when the last drop was spilled, Rex continued to lick. I rubbed behind his ears and leaned until our noses touched. He licked my lips and my tongue darted out to meet his. It was like the dream I had earlier, but instead of my wife, I was making out with Rex.

The next morning I awoke with the sun shining and the birds chirping. It surprised me to see Rex alongside me. He knew he wasn’t allowed on the bed. Little did I know that he now thought it was his bed and he was allowing me to sleep with him.

The End.

 

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