Chase Bush (chasebush@usa.com) Jack is eighteen, kind of skinny but cute with blue eyes and dirty blond hair. He had been cutting our lawn and washing our cars for two years, every weekend. When I say ours, I mean Larry my partner and me, we’re two gay men in our forties. Don’t get me wrong, we’re not into twinks. Dogs, yes, twinks, no. We have a black Labrador called ‘Brut’ who loves to fuck us. He has a huge cock
Read moreEquine H. Pferdphile To a casual observer, the unusual aspects of the gathering was not that it was attended only by men over fifty, or that I was the youngest man present, other than the ten waiters–no, rather it was that everyone was clothed except me. I was the only nude person there. Oh, one more thing, I also had a constant hard on. But my nudity was not to be the most noteworthy or I should say memorable aspect
Read moredogduty This is a story about my new life as a sex toy. Life up to this point wasn’t going all that good for me. For years, I had been in and out of relationships with different women. Nothing ever seemed to work out. We’d have wonderful sex. But nothing ended up permanent I got to the point where I figured it was time to make a change. So I decided to start over. I moved several miles from where
Read moreEvilution My first time I was house/dog sitting when I was 18 and being a horny teen I took a shower in their house. The owner’s wife was smoking and you know that story. Well I came out of the bathroom in just a towel with other plans in mind. The dog wanted to play, so I started to rough house with him. It was a laugh chasing him and grabbing him. I wasn’t able to pick him up, he
Read moreBy jtstreep119. Growing up in rural Alabama, I found myself alone in the woods often. I found it peaceful, walking the miles and miles of game trails is a good way to keep in shape. Back then I was a lean, scrawny nineteen-year-old, with a messy straw-blond head of hair. My mom always joked I still looked fourteen, given how short and skinny I was. Something that plagued me for a long time, as it wasn’t until I was in
Read moreMist99 (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
Read moreStrayMolly (edited) This story takes place at a stranger’s home out in the country. Recently received an email listing his name and place with a request to come over and have some canine fun. I arrive at Daniels home at exactly 7:30PM. Taking a moment to look over myself, I want to make sure I look perfect for this occasion. Black toe polish, black fishnets, plaid mini skirt, black thong, black tank top, collar, and a leash. I ring the
Read moreBy crazycatfree I’m a white thirty-five year old male crossdresser, and I have several wigs and many outfits. You can find very good video tutorials online on doing makeup. I’m five feet eight inches tall, and weigh one-hundred and thirty pounds. I’m almost completely passable dressed as a woman. On a scale of one through ten, I’d say that I’m an eight on looks. However, I don’t go out in public dressed as a female, only around friends. I’m a
Read moreAwesomeSauce69 I pulled up into my friend’s driveway, his car on the curb so mine could pull into the garage. My friend, James, came up to me and gave me his key. “Remember, the shelter dogs need food three times a day and need to be walked regularly.” I gave him a quick,’ I remember’ and he was down in his car driving away. He was going to Berlin for a business trip for a month and I and to
Read moreDogBone421 (DogBone421@aol.com) It was easy to drive up to the farm-house hidden off the road in the darkness of the night. The hard part was getting out of my patrol car and walking up to the door, I had come to know all too well. No matter how many times I’ve been here I still get butterflies. Yeah, me, a hard as nails State Trooper who’s trained to kill! Off in the distance I could hear the constant barking of
Read more