An Eager Rottie (Gay Zoo)

By OriDog.
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It was the monthly casual poker night. The full moon was out. Everyone had come together for a night of conversation, companionship, and gambling between friends to pass the time. Carl was eager to start the main event after enjoying a delightfully unhealthy meal of mince pie, peas, and mashed potato. He went down the hall towards the games room, leaving the loud after-dinner conversations behind. Nine people were to be playing poker, so Carl knew it would take a while to get all the chips set up. He had headed off early to sort that out while the others continued their conversations.

Carl had to practically wade through dogs as he went to the games room. Seven or so dogs were milling around (of course, there was a measurable quantity of canines at the house. It was just hard to keep track of them all); those within range were given brief head scratches and pats as he passed.

Entering the games room, Carl was greeted by much wagging, sniffing, and bouncing from the Rottweiler boy Milo. He liked to say hi with many licks to the most interesting tasting parts of anyone new to the room. As all of the attendees of this poker night enjoyed the freedom of nudism, Milo got his cold and wiggly nose into all sorts of places, eliciting all sorts of giggles from Carl.

“He-he, hello there, Milo,” Carl grinned. “None of that now. I have a job to do. Come help me set up these chips!”

Carl went further into the room while Milo followed very closely behind, employing his favorite greeting tactic of shoving his nose as far up a person’s crack as possible and licking frantically. The enthusiasm with which the dog did this added speed to Carl’s steps, propelling him towards the table and the boxes of poker chips and cards.

“You’re a cheeky one, dog! Calm it down a bit there, buddy.” Carl insisted.

Despite his protesting, Carl was unsurprised by this development. He had been subject to this many times, but he did pause briefly to enjoy that talented tongue before remembering what he was there to do. If he was being honest, he was starting to get quite turned on by this eager boy. Just as Carl grabbed the chip case, Milo, wound up by all the licking and greeting, decided it was a great time to jump his front legs onto Carl’s thighs. The dog has strong muscles under his shiny coat, and his dew claws dug into Carl’s exposed skin a little. “Hey!” He gave a sharp yelp of surprise and pain, turning around to push Milo gently back to the ground.

“Wow, you’re really in a randy mood, boy?” Carl asked rhetorically as he sat on a nearby seat to prevent that from happening again.

Milo hadn’t made anyone his bitch for weeks and had become single-minded about the situation. He circled excitedly around the man, sniffing and licking his legs and exposed crotch. The dog knew what it wanted, and by the looks of Carl’s growing cock, the feeling was mutual. To seal the deal, Milo pulled out the oldest trick in the book: he sat, pawed, and gave a long, puppy-dog-eyed stare. The sight made Carl forget what he was there to do, forget that the others would be coming down to start playing cards soon.

“Oh, okay,” the man relented, a smile in his tone. “You’re very seductive in your own mad way.”

Milo jumped up and wagged madly as Carl got to his feet again before jumping his front paws up at Carl again in excitement. Catching the paws before he got more scratches, Carl let the dog back down to the ground again and hastily started moving off in the direction of the door to outside before it happened again. Milo quickly got the hint, bounding in front of Carl to get out the door first. This situation had become a habit for them, and Milo knew exactly what would occur.

The moon provided a decent amount of light outside as the two made their way onto the lawn. As Carl paused, Milo returned to jumping his paws onto the man. Dropping down to his knees, Carl prevented the claws from immediately scraping down his legs. He also gave Milo better leverage to pull the man towards him, still digging in his dew claws. Carl exclaimed at the pain of it but knew better than to push the dog off himself, which would only cause the scratches to go deeper.

A moment later, Milo got fed up with the attempt not working and dropped his front paws back to the ground. Carl quickly turned on his hands and knees towards the dog, engaging in what little foreplay he could with his four-legged friend before the mutt tried to mount again. He savored the anticipation of what was to come, bumping his head into the dog’s side and fondling the panting dog’s sheath and balls.

This only lasted a moment before Milo tried to move behind Carl and mount him in the same movement, resulting in one of the dog’s legs wrapped firmly around the man’s thigh. At the same time, the other was hooked over his midsection. Milo was trying to drag his bitch into position, already humping his sheath and cock toward his goal. Carl tried to get himself into position, but the awkwardness of a side-mounted dog prevented that from working too well. Again, Milo hopped off for a moment before trying to mount his bitch once again. With less frantic excitement this time, he managed to get both forepaws around the man’s hips and pull his humping sheath and balls forward to Carl’s raised rump.

It took only a couple of pumps before Milo’s cock tip met a warm hole, and he thrust forwards, spearing his goal. The lack of lube meant there was a little more friction than Carl might have liked, but by the second hump, Milo’s slick cock and pre-cum had already coated his bitch’s hole enough to let him force all his hot dog meat inside. The dog’s hips pumped like a jackhammer, and it was all Carl could do to keep himself from face-planting into the grass.

He could feel the dog’s cock and knot swelling with each hump, stretching his asshole further. After maybe twenty more seconds, Milo slowed his humps before jumping down from his eager bitch, apparently unsatisfied with the scenario. Carl was unfazed, however; after many times in similar positions, he knew he needed to give Milo a helping hand to keep up that jackhammer pace. Milo took a moment to shove his nose up Carl’s backside to lick some of his dripping pre-cum up, which excited the dog to mount once more.

This time, as Milo started to hump his cock again, Carl reached back to grab the slick dog cock behind the knot, giving Milo the extra pleasure he needed to start humping hard. Carl’s fingers curled behind the dog’s swelling knot, adding pressure as if he were already tied. Carl could now feel the knot passing into his body with each thrust, slamming past his ring with ease before popping it back out again with each hump.

This wouldn’t last long as it grew larger as the powerful dog took what was his. The man’s moans of pleasure mixed with the sounds of rough dog sex. With a particularly forceful thrust, Milo’s swollen knot became lodged inside its warm, human cock sleeve as he tied with his bitch. His humps became shorter but no less forceful as he pumped his hot seed into the man, who had at some point lost the ability to hold himself up properly and was using his head to keep him from collapsing entirely.

“Oh my god, Milo,” he moaned, the fullness of the dog’s fist-sized knot overwhelming his senses. Words turned to unintelligible groans as he lost himself to the pleasure of it.

Milo’s humping slowed as he was blissed out, his cock deep inside the warm asshole beneath him. He continued to give short, intermittent thrusts. Still, his eagerness from moments before was replaced with the panting of a very happy dog. Carl lifted his head from the grass to turn towards the dog, seeing his lover’s tongue loll out, blissfully panting. Milo moved his head down slightly to lick and kiss the man, who didn’t seem to care where that tongue had just recently been.

“Mmmm, you’re such a sweetheart,” Carl panted, shuffling his position slightly as he prepared for the long tie.

Milo’s panting body rested atop his, most of his weight being held up by the willing bitch beneath him. Both were so close in an intimate way, enjoying the little clenches and thrusts as each was consumed by the pleasure of it all. Carl’s cock was leaking pre onto the ground beneath, forgotten as he was too blissed out.

“I hope nobody comes looking for me,” as Carl remembered what he had been doing.

Though, as his mind wandered, he couldn’t help but want the exact opposite.

 

The End.





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