Accommodating Our New Canine Roommate 1 (Gay Zoo)

By balmymemories456.
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Saturday mornings were always my favorite. Sleeping in as late as I wanted, staying in my pajamas until lunch, and not worrying about seeing other people made it one of my favorite small pleasures. It was also nice to have the apartment to myself for a time. I loved my girlfriend, of course, but I missed having a space that was completely my own, even for a brief time. She worked at the local animal shelter on Saturday mornings from seven am to one pm. I would never be able to do that, but Carly loved animals with all her heart and always came back with a new story to share.

I wasn’t a huge animal guy. I could tolerate them fine, but living with one was not something I was interested in. The extra work and worry of an animal in the apartment just wasn’t something I was interested in, much to my girlfriend’s dismay. So you can imagine my surprise when I sat down to eat lunch and saw my girlfriend barge in with a massive Pitbull lunging toward me.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as I jumped up and backed away from the dog.

“Don’t worry, babe!” Carly reassured as she tried to hold back his leash. “He’s just friendly, I promise! He looks scarier than he is. Just play along, and you’ll be fine!”

At this point, I was backed up to the wall while the beast strained against the leash to get at me. As I was about to figure out an escape route, my girlfriend let go of the leash.

“Whoops!” She cried out sarcastically as the Pitbull ran towards me.

I stayed against the wall as he ran up to me and jumped up, placing his front paws on my shoulders as he began licking my face. I closed my eyes and tightened my lips, trying to prevent his tongue from reaching into any places it didn’t belong. I tried turning my face away but to no avail. He was a big boy, at least 90 pounds, and was mixed with some large breed of dog.

He could keep licking no matter where I turned my head, and his weight made it difficult to move without losing my balance. His tongue ran over my face repeatedly, coating it in a layer of dog drool as he licked my lips, cheeks, nose, and eyes. He smelled strong, and the scent of dog breath flooded my nostrils. Meanwhile, my girlfriend was still by the doorway, hysterically laughing as I tried to evade his kisses.

“I think he likes you,” She said as she came closer.

I kept turning my face away from him, trying to respond. “Yeah, I think he likes me a little too mu-mmph!”

My sentence was rudely interrupted by his tongue popping my mouth as I tried to respond. Carly’s laughing resumed as the Pitbull probed my unconsenting mouth with his long, strong-tasting tongue. He got about two licks in, scraping his tongue against my teeth before I closed my lips tight to prevent further entry. Unfortunately, his tongue was still in when I closed my lips, resulting in me accidentally sucking his tongue for a brief second as he pulled it out. As he started licking my face again, my girlfriend decided to take action.

“Alright, boy, that’s enough! Get down now,” she ordered as she gently tugged his collar away from me.

He pulled off immediately, leaving me sputtering and coughing from the unexpected intrusion. I could still taste the dog breath on my tongue, a musky taste as if I had just licked a patch of sweat. I went over to the sink immediately to wash my face and mouth.

“Wow, not even two minutes, and you two are already French kissing!” She laughed.

“I can assure you it was not by choice,” I indignantly said as I tried to wash the taste out of my mouth.

“Really? You sucked his tongue by accident?” she asked sarcastically.

“Yes,” I insisted. “Why would I do that on purpose?”

She approached me playfully, “I dunno. You could be a sick freak and just chose that moment to let it show,” she said as she got close. “They say you never really know a person until you see how they kiss a dog.”

“I don’t think anybody says that, actually,” I retorted as I brought my head up from the sink to face her.

“You’re right. I just made that up!” She giggled as she kissed me on the lips. “Bleh, you taste like a dog, babe” She made a face as she pulled back and began walking toward the door. “Anyways, he needs a bath and a tooth brushing, as you can probably tell, and I made some plans with Beth to go shopping today. Can you handle cleaning him up?”

I looked at the dog, then back at her. “Alright, but I expect something in return!” I said as she put on her coat.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Carly said with a wink. “You’ll get plenty later if you play your cards right, baby.” She smiled as she left the apartment and closed the door behind her. Not even two seconds later, the door opened again. “Oh! By the way, his name is Mac! Have fun, babe. Love you,” she said as she rushed back out the door.

“Love you too,” I shouted as the door slammed behind her.

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I looked down at Mac, who had been sitting patiently during the whole discussion. “You better not make this difficult, okay? I’m the alpha here, big guy,” I tried to say assertively. Mac just stared at me, tongue lolling as if he didn’t have a care in the world and didn’t hear a thing. I said, “Alright, I’ll take that as a sign you understood me.” I walked to the bathroom and opened the door, motioning him in. “Here, boy! Come over here so we can get nice and clean,” I said in that high-pitched, friendly voice that people use when trying to get a dog to do what you want them to. To my surprise, Mac trotted over without a problem. “Good boy,” I approved as I coaxed him into the apartment bathroom and closed the door behind us.

“Alright, first thing’s first, gotta get rid of that smelly breath of yours,” I murmured as I looked around for the toothbrushes.

Mine was on the counter, but I couldn’t see any other ones. I checked every drawer, I knew there had to be one somewhere, but I couldn’t find it. Mac just stared at me absentmindedly, seemingly amused by my frustration. I checked every drawer, then double-checked, then triple-checked, but I couldn’t find anything. As I stood up, my eyes settled on my toothbrush with a tube of toothpaste sitting next to it. I sighed as I realized what I had to do.

“The things I do for love,” I murmured, annoyed, as I put the toothpaste on the brush and got on one knee in front of Mac. “Alright, boy, open up!” I put my sing-song voice back on. Mac sat there. His mouth closed as he stared blankly at me. I tried to get through to him again. “Say ‘Ahhhh’ for me! Ahhhh….”

My demonstration was interrupted again by his tongue entering my mouth for a second time today. Mac had stood up to get a better angle as he lapped inside my mouth a few times, his strong breath overwhelming my taste buds. This time I closed my lips much quicker, though, and avoided unintentional tongue sucking as I blocked any further entry into my mouth.

As soon as he realized he wasn’t getting back in, he sat right back down where he was before. His mouth closed, so I couldn’t brush his teeth. Being careful to keep my mouth closed, I got down on one knee and attempted to lift his jowls to brush his teeth. However, when I lifted one halfway up, he turned his head and stood away before sitting down again. I approached him again and tried to lift his jowl, with the same result. There just didn’t seem to be a way to brush his teeth if he didn’t even want to open his mouth! Carly was going to be so disappointed in me.

A terrible idea came into my mind. An idea that I didn’t want to do but seemed to be my only option. So far, there was only one thing causing Mac to stay still and give access to his mouth. I steeled myself as I got on my knee in front of him. “Hey, boy!” I put on the voice once more, “Look here! Ahhhhhhh.”

I opened my mouth wide, and almost immediately, his tongue followed. I let him lick around for a few seconds to get him complacent as his rough, long tongue lapped against my own, scraping against my teeth and lips with each repetition. His saliva was overpowering my own as his dog breath overtook my mouth. Now was the time to put the plan into action. I closed my lips in time with his licking so that my lips wrapped perfectly around his tongue, resulting in me sucking on his tongue. I got up close, taking more and more of his tongue in my mouth until we were face to face and our lips were practically touching.

There was no getting out of this one for him now. I pulled out the toothbrush, lifted his jowls, and began brushing his teeth fervently as I looked him in the eyes determinedly and sucked his tongue hard, keeping it locked in my mouth. Mac didn’t seem to care at all, and in fact, his tongue was wiggling around quite a bit in my mouth, happily exploring every nook and crevice as I focused on keeping it in there so I could brush his teeth. While sucking on his tongue to keep it in place, a lot of his dog drool was accumulating in my mouth, and I had to swallow what felt like a full mouthful to stay in place.

Swallowing so much of his musky, strong-tasting drool made me shudder, but I brushed his teeth even as he acquainted his tongue with my mouth. As I began brushing the left side of his teeth, he seemed particularly interested in my tongue, rubbing his long, rough canine tongue against my soft human one. My french kissing instincts accidentally kicked in, and our tongues swirled a bit in my mouth for a moment before I realized what was happening and promptly pinned his tongue underneath mine.

At this point, my taste problems were dissipating as his dog breath had almost completely overtaken my own, making it even easier to keep his tongue right where I wanted it. As I almost finished brushing his teeth, his tongue slipped out from my own tongue’s grip and began its feverish licking inside my mouth, but it was too late to stop me now. As his tongue brushed up against my uvula, I gagged a bit, but a few seconds later, I brushed all of his teeth real nicely.

For my final act of dental hygiene, I brought the toothbrush between us and began brushing the small bit of his tongue that was exposed between our lips. I kept my brush on his tongue as I slowly allowed his tongue to leave my mouth, inch by inch, as I brushed it intensely with each bit that slipped out of my lips. Soon, I let the end of his tongue pop out of my mouth as my tongue-sucking plan ended.

My mouth tasted exactly like Mac’s dog breath did, and I had just swallowed more dog saliva in five minutes than I planned to in a lifetime, but his mouth was clean. I got off my knees, ready to brush my teeth when I realized I was sort of hard from the whole experience. My four-inch cock was creating a small tent in my shorts as I got red in the face realizing that I was a little turned on from kissing the dog my girlfriend had just brought home. I looked down at Mac, who was just staring at me happily.

“Don’t think this means anything!” I said, exasperated. “It’s just a purely physical reaction. It doesn’t mean anything,” I tried to reassure myself.

I was into human girls only! Sure, Mac is warm, dominant, handsome, and a good kisser, but that’s just because he’s a good dog! Mac meanwhile kept trying to hop onto this side of me and get some licks in while I was distracted, but I refused to let him. I spit out the toothpaste, and with step one of Mac’s clean-up, I was halfway done, or so I hoped.

Next up was to get him bathed. I began drawing a bath as I gathered supplies to clean him with. The shampoo seemed good enough for fur, and I would use my washcloth for any other areas needing special attention. From his smell, I would have my work cut out for me. Once the bath was ready, I stripped off my clothes as I didn’t want to get them wet. “Okay, Mac, into the tub!” I ordered as I pointed to the tub.

As I’d come to expect, nothing came easy with this dog. Yet again, I thought of a way to lure him in the only way I knew how. I walked over, sat in the tub, opened my mouth wide, and pointed for him to sit next to me in the warm water. Almost immediately, Mac came bounding over, stepping into the tub and splashing water as he sat down and began licking inside my mouth again.

As he began licking, I rubbed his sides to let him know I approved this time, as his minty tongue now only had a hint of dog breath for the time being. As he kept licking, I covered my hands in shampoo and began rubbing down the sides of his body, creating a bunch of suds as I ran my hands over his muscled body through his thick fur. I had never bathed a dog before, but feeling up Mac gave me an appreciation for how muscly they were! Or maybe it was just him.

Either way, I was greatly enjoying feeling him up with my hands. Mac was still licking in my mouth, so I decided to have some fun while I shampooed his fur. I closed my lips around his tongue periodically, sucking it for a second before letting it pop out again. He seemed to enjoy that, so I kept it up, letting my tongue wrap around his as my mouth enveloped it. ‘Am I enjoying this too much?’ I wondered to myself as I made out with Mac. ‘Nah, I’m just doing this so that he’ll stay still! Yeah,’ I reassured myself as I redoubled my efforts to scrub his clean. I was working my way down his body towards his belly as the shampoo on my hands started to go.

Nevertheless, I ran my hands along his underside when I felt something strange. Something hot, hard, and sort of slimy. I felt it with my fingers for a few moments, delicately trying to tell what it was as Mac and I exchanged saliva. Curiosity got the better of me, and after one quick suck of Mac’s tongue, I dodged his next lick to put my head down and see what I was feeling. I looked down to see a bright red, six inches dog cock held gently in my hands, his big, furry balls floating peacefully in the water beneath his dick.

My eyes widened, and my face reddened as I began understanding why he may have enjoyed tongue kissing so much. I glanced at my tool and realized I was no better, seeing my member had gotten rock hard to all four inches during this bath. Compared to Mac, I was woefully outclassed in both length and girth.

His cock was so different from my own that I couldn’t help but want to play with it. My hand rubbed up and down the shaft as I stared intently at it. Mac had become more still but was still panting happily and giving my face licks of encouragement occasionally as if to keep me focused on his dick. I didn’t need any help with that, though. I was rubbing it with one hand while the other stayed firm around the base of his cock, like I’d seen girls in porn do with a giant cock. The surface was a bit slimy and extremely warm, and as I rubbed it, it gently pulsed as it got bigger and bigger.

Being especially gentle, I kept jerking him off slowly as his red hot cock reached its final size of 8 inches. I was amazed. I’d never seen a cock this big in person in my whole life, let alone on a dog. My four-inch cock was standing erect despite (or because of) the fact that I was outmatched by the Pitbull my girlfriend had brought into our house. Just as I was contemplating this, a shot of watery pre-cum shot out and hit me in the face!

“Oh!” I exclaimed, surprised as Mac surprised me with another shot to the face immediately after.

I backed my head up, leading Mac to begin licking his pre-cum off my face as I giggled. I rarely ever giggled. This was so weird, but Mac was feeling incredibly magnetic to me. When that spurt shot onto me, I didn’t even think to be grossed out. It was a happy surprise that meant I was doing a good job.

“Good boy!” I praised him as he licked my face, and I kept stroking his cock.

His tongue crossed my lips, and I instinctively opened it, letting his delicious tongue run across my own yet again while he continued making intermittent spurts of pre-cum onto my body and hands. I gave his tongue a deep suck before bringing my head back underneath him, and he shot spurts of watery pre-cum onto me.

My mouth was open with amazement when a spurt shot out and hit me in the mouth, coating my bottom lip as it landed on my tongue. I didn’t even recoil. The taste was musky, slightly bitter, and a little salty. I instinctively swallowed it, already accustomed to swallowing whatever Mac gave me. Wanting to please him even more, I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock gently, slightly nervous about how he might react. His cock tasted unwashed, making me gag slightly as another spurt of his shot against my uvula, but I held on. If I had learned anything so far today, the longer I keep my mouth on Mac, the better we both feel.

So I kept my lips on the tip as I gently grabbed below the ball at the base of his cock, lightly sucking as I took more and more into my mouth. I could hear him happily panting as I debased myself further than I thought I would by sucking on his massive, red hot cock. I took even more into my mouth, feverishly running my tongue around his cock as he shot watery pre-cum into my mouth, which I eagerly swallowed. I got about two-thirds of the way down his cock like this before I realized I couldn’t go any further down. I didn’t have the dick-sucking skills I needed to satisfy him like this. To satisfy Mac, I’d have to go all the way.

I reluctantly took his cock out of my mouth, licking my lips as I sat up to face him again. Immediately, his licking began, and I didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. My mouth gladly welcomed his tongue as it went down my through, tempting me to gag. I looked into his dopey eyes as I moved my head forward, pressing our lips together as we made out. Kissing Mac was amazing, but I was tired of messing around.

I felt like we both knew our places here, and we both knew what we wanted. I pulled my face away from his, sucking on his tongue as it exited my mouth and getting every drop of saliva I could. Still dripping wet, I stepped out of the tub and got on my hands and knees on the bath mat, shamelessly presenting my bare ass to Mac. Instinct was starting to take over for me.

“Mac! We both know this is what we need right now. Please, fuck me!” I begged, spreading my asshole for him. He bounded over, dripping wet as he began lapping at my asshole. “Oh! That’s the tongue I love,” I moaned as his somewhat rough tongue licked at my butthole, occasionally brushing against my balls and sending shivers down my spine in pleasure.

Each lick made my asshole more and more eager to take him in, and I took this amazing feeling as a sign that I was doing the right thing. I had a hole inside me that I needed Mac to fill. With my asshole twitching with anticipation from his licks, Mac jumped up onto me. I winced as his claws dug into my fleshy human sides. As he got a grip on me and rested his warm, muscular, furry body on my back, I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck as he began prodding rapidly at my asshole, which was lubed up very well by his tongue.

His now eight-inch red cock jabbed at my rear entrance, seeming to hit every spot of my backside except for my asshole. A sharp poke to my balls reminded me of my place before he found his mark on my wet, tight, pink asshole.

“Oh my God,” I moaned and exclaimed as I felt his hot, thick cock enter me immediately.

His fucking was, predictably, untamed and reckless. His paws dug deeper into me as he treated me like a bitch, jackhammering away at my hole solely for his pleasure. His eight-inch cock was already thrusting halfway inside me within seconds, stretching my virgin hole farther than I thought it could. He was using me like he didn’t care for what I felt.

He just wanted to shoot a load into a warm hole. Somehow, this made me even more turned on as the pain of his fucking was turning into animalistic pleasure. My small cock and balls were spastically bouncing as he continued his jackhammer rhythm, delving deeper with each rapid thrust.

I pushed my ass against him, begging his entire tool to enter me. My insides were getting rearranged by his thick, eight-inch cock as I felt it almost reaching the hilt inside me. His large, furry balls were now swinging and hitting my own as he fucked me.

After several minutes of this fucking, I felt the ball I saw at the bottom of his cock earlier press against my asshole. Mac was trying to get the whole thing in me and wasn’t going to stop until he did. He was already shooting hot, watery spurts of cum inside me as his thrusts became attempts to push this knot into my ass. He dug his paws harder into my sides, causing me to bite my lip as I moaned with pain and pleasure.

His head was resting on my shoulder as he attempted to leverage his orange-sized knot into me, pressing hard as he growled in passion. My four-inch prick was rock hard at having that giant cock and knot put into me fully. I tried to drive my ass back in sync with his thrusts, desperate to be properly bred.

We established a brief rhythm for a few strokes before syncing perfectly. With an extra forceful thrust forward by Mac and another forceful thrust back by me, I felt my butt wrap around his knot for a brief, beautiful moment before he drove it into me completely. Every inch was inside my ass, and the way he entered me hit my prostate in an orgasmic way.

“Mac!” I moaned in pleasure as I climaxed, hands-free, my small cock shooting cum into the bathroom floor as Mac shot his into my ass.

My whole body spasmed as I had the greatest orgasm I had ever known in my life, my entire body feeling as if I was wrapped around this brown Pitbull’s amazing cock. His cock squirted even more cum into me as my asshole spasmed in pleasure around him. As my orgasm subsided, my mind became a bit clearer. I felt a little weird.

After all, this was the dog my girlfriend had just brought home. Was this safe? Did this count as cheating? As I pondered these questions, I turned my head to the right to try and see what Mac was doing back there. He was happily panting above my back, dripping a bit of drool onto me as he continued to unload his canine seed inside me.

“Was I a good bitch, Mac?” I asked sarcastically. He answered, as usual, with a kiss.

I closed my eyes and kissed him back, of course. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my ass was pure happiness at that moment. While I’d never been in anything close to this position, it felt natural.

Fifteen minutes of tongue-sucking knotted nirvana passed before Mac felt the need to pull out. I had felt his cock shrinking for the last five minutes and tried tightening my ass’s grip on him for a while, but it couldn’t last forever. He slid out with a light pop, and I immediately felt a gush of dog semen begin leaking. Mac licked at my abused asshole for a moment, cleaning it up a bit before turning his attention to his now shrinking cock. Exhausted, I rolled over onto my back, trying not to leak any more cum onto the floor.

“Wow, Mac, you had a lot of pent-up energy, huh?” I said, looking over at him, licking his massive manhood clean as I laid in my cum, leaking Mac’s sperm.

Still enamored by his dick, I crawled over and began licking it with him. As I ran my tongue over it again, I could taste my ass mixed with his cum, but I didn’t mind. At this point, it seemed natural that I ensure he was licked clean since the original goal was to clean him up, to begin with. Once his cock was spotless and receding into its sheath, I gave his balls some kisses.

“Thank you so much for using me, Mac,” I cooed as I lovingly worshipped his furry testicles.

I spent about 30 seconds on one before alternating to the other, licking and sucking on each one gently yet firmly to show my appreciation. Mac just lay there, panting as happily as he always did. Once I felt he was sufficiently appreciated, I cleaned up the floor with my tongue since I didn’t want my girlfriend questioning why my and Mac’s cum was mixed on it.

 

To Be Continued…?

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