The light of the full moon streams through the windshield, filling the
interior of the cab with an eerie, gray-white light. As I lie seductively
back in the sleeper, moonlight filtering through gaps in the curtains casts
random patterns of light and shadow over my nude form. My lover sits in the
driver’s seat, seemingly oblivious to the delight that awaits him a mere few
steps behind. He stares out at the activity in the parking area; the warm,
late-evening breeze carries the smell of diesel fuel and French fries to his
nose while the rush of distant highway traffic and muffled country music
provide a comfortingly familiar sound track.
I ever so softly breathe his name; he turns briefly from his self-appointed
sentry duties to allow his gaze to meet mine. The look in his soft, brown
eyes speaks volumes of intelligence, bravery and most of all, love. I speak
his name once again; his expression changes to one of arousal and
anticipation of the mutual pleasure we will share momentarily. In his
excitement, he leaps from the seat like a tiger to join me in the sleeper
and. Splash! The damned dog knocks a big paper cup half-full of diet Pepsi
and ice from the little holder next to the bed. The lid pops off and the
frigid liquid splatters over my chest and arms. I sit up abruptly and it
sloshes over my thighs and groin. I let out a shriek like a tormented soul
and I’m fairly sure they can hear it in the next county.
“Damn it, Rooster, watch what the hell you’re doing!” The dog looks up at me
apologetically as I grab a roll of paper towels from behind the seat and
begin mopping up the mess. Nothing like a dousing in ice water to spoil your
mood, I always say.
Well, seeing as how nothing is going to happen just now, I guess I might as
well introduce us. My name is Michelle, but nearly everyone I know calls me
Mickey. My Dad gave me that nickname when I was a little girl and it’s
stayed with me ever since. I guess it’s ’cause I was always sort of a
tomboy, I still am. I’m not bad looking, but after years of jammin’ gears
and rasslin’ freight, my upper body is better developed than most gals. You
probably already figured out that Rooster is my big, old goofus of a dog. I
named him that because I found him and his sister in a Dumpster at a place
called the Red Rooster Motel in some God-forsaken backwater town in
Missouri. He has the shape and head-and jaws-of a Rottweiler, but he’s that
reddish tan color of a Rotty’s legs all over. He has no black on him except
for some streaks on his face, legs and tail.
The only other regular character in my story is Glory. She’s a 1984
Freightliner that my Dad bought when I was just a kid. The name comes from
“No Guts, No Glory” that Dad used to have painted on the sleeper. She’s in
great shape in spite of her age and her three-quarters of a million miles.
My Dad took good care of her, plus my two brothers helped me rebuild her
from front bumper to fifth wheel after Dad passed a few years back. Dad left
her to me ’cause my college-boy brothers are too career-oriented to want to
see America with the sound of a diesel for background music. And what about
that hunky lover I mentioned earlier, you ask? Um, did I tell you about my
dog, Rooster?
Yeah, the dog is my lover. Sounds kinky, huh? I never really thought of it
like that. Sometimes I wonder what it is about him. He isn’t all that
good-looking and sometimes he’s downright clumsy. He’s got no manners at all
and he burps and farts in polite company. Rooster does have his faults, but
he makes up for it in sweetness and unconditional love. On top of all that,
he’s hung like a horse and he’s way better in bed than just about any human
guy I’ve ever been with! Sure, I’ve had a few men, but I never did get all
that excited about them. I can take ’em or leave ’em. Most of ’em only want
one thing; or else they want to play head games. Who needs that? I have no
interest in other women, either. Had a few come on to me, I guess they
figure if I’m a gal driving truck all by herself, I must be a dyke. No way,
not me!
Rooster isn’t my first doggy lover. When I was growing up, we had a dog
named Louie who was part Lab, part shepherd and part mutt. Dad was away for
days or weeks at a time and Mom would get all depressed and drink herself to
sleep. My brothers were usually away working on nearby farms so about the
only living soul I had to talk to was Louie. At that age, some strange and
scary things were happening to my body. Sometimes when Mom was fairly sober,
she would explain to me how it was just part of growing up, nothing to worry
about. She never told me anything about sex, though. I picked up a little of
that in classes at school, but I learned a lot more from older girls in
those little whisperin’ and gigglin’ groups that formed during noon recess.
The summer I turned sixteen was more lonesome than usual; Mom didn’t drive
and we lived too far away from any kids my age to do much visiting.
I began to notice things about Louie that I’d seen before, but they took on
new meaning for some reason. He had a pink thing that would poke out under
his belly when he sat down sometimes. When he rolled over and I rubbed his
tummy, I could see two eggs in a furry sack between his back legs. They
seemed to be attached to the little skin pocket that his pink thing peeked
out of. These things weren’t entirely new to me; Louie wasn’t built all that
different from my brothers and some other boys that I’d seen skinny-dipping
down at the swimming hole a few times. Louie didn’t seem to mind if I
touched him there. He let me feel his balls and roll them gently between my
fingers. I could squeeze his cock skin a little and feel that there was
really a bone in there, just like it said in a dog book that I got from the
library. I could push it back and see what his cock looked like out of his
skin. Now that part was a lot different from what I’d seen on the boys at
the swimming hole. His balls were just about the same, though, except furry.
If I spent a little too much time handling him, his cock would get a lot
thicker, a knot would form at the base and sometimes a drop of liquid would
come out of the little hole at the tip. I thought it was pee at first, but
it was clear, not yellow. I’d overheard boys at school talking about their
cocks getting hard and thick, so I guessed the same thing was happening to
Louie, except for the knotty part.
When I would have my period, Louie would act really weird. He would follow
me around and sniff me all over. He wouldn’t let me out of his sight and
never got more than a few feet away from me. If I sat down, he would grab my
leg with his front paws and rub his cock against me. Sometimes he would
leave little wet spots on the leg of my jeans. One evening, Mom was out
shopping and my brothers were at work. I brought Louie in the house and took
him in my room. I let him smell me until his cock came out a little, but
instead of letting him rub against my leg, I rubbed him hard with my hands.
His cock came all the way out and got very thick and red. The clear liquid
was dripping all over the place, but then he started bucking his hips and
big squirts of white stuff were shooting out of him. I got scared and let go
of him and the squirts stopped after a while. His knot stayed out for a long
time, though, and that scared me more. Louie wasn’t scared at all; he seemed
to enjoy it. He finally sat down and licked himself and everything went back
to the way it belonged.
One night, in the dead of winter, Louie was in the house. Everyone else was
asleep except him and me. I let him into my room and very quietly closed the
door. I got him to roll over and touched his parts ‘down there’ and got him
a little excited. Louie wasn’t the only one getting excited. I was getting a
funny, tingly feeling between my legs that I didn’t remember feeling before.
The more I touched Louie, the stronger that tingling was until it got to be
more of a hot, wet feeling. I put my hand down the front of my pajamas and
rubbed myself a little; it felt really good! Louie got to his feet and
sniffed me really well. He sure looked like he liked that smell! The more he
sniffed, the more pink showed under him. I decided to let him get a really
good sniff and took off my pajamas. He buried his nose in my crotch and
licked, licked and licked some more. The tingly feeling got stronger and
stronger until it was all over my body. I kind of felt like I was about to
wet myself, too. I got down on the floor next to the bed and of course,
Louie followed, not missing a beat with his tongue. I spread my pussy open
with my fingers to give him more room. He found my clit and it wasn’t long
before he sent me to a whole new level of the game!
My pussy and my clit and my tummy were going up and down, in and out and
twitching, all at the same time. It was like I sat on a live wire! Some
things inside of me that I never even knew existed were pushing and pulling
and squeezing. I was shaking all over and sweating like a horse. It all felt
so strange, scary and wonderful all at once that I just HAD to scream. I
grabbed my pillow and wrapped it around my face and let loose! Louie stopped
licking for just a minute and looked at me with his head cocked. I’m not
sure, but I don’t think anyone else heard me. Louie got me off a few more
times that night, until I was so tired and sore that I had to put my pajamas
back on to stop him from licking. I thanked him by rubbing him until he
squirted all over my rug. That rug soaked up a lot of Louie-juice over the
next few years!
After a while, I got used to his tongue and wanted to try other parts of
him. I’d seen dogs and cattle and horses mating, so one night I decided to
try mating with Louie. I got naked and went down on all fours. Louie wasn’t
sure what I was up to at first but it didn’t take him long to figure it out.
He jumped up on me and wrapped his front legs around my middle. I felt his
cock poking at my butt, my legs and everywhere but where I wanted it. I
reached between my legs and showed him the sweet spot. He made a few
strokes, and then I felt a sharp pain as he slipped deep inside of me. He
pounded away at my poor pussy, but the pain went away and the tinglies
washed over me again. I didn’t want his knot in me the first time, but it
slipped through my fingers and I was his for the duration. Louie took my
virginity that night, but I’m pretty sure I took his, too!
Wow. Remembering the stuff I did with Louie has got me all wet again, like
it was day before yesterday. I look over at Rooster and he kind of hangs his
head like he thinks I’m still mad at him. He’s so cute and sweet and sexy
that I can’t stay mad, no matter how bad he screws up. I want him, now, but
things are still pretty soggy back there in the sleeper. Well, this little
truck stop has some scrubby pine woods out back; maybe we’ll check them out.
I grin at Rooster and lick my lips. He grins back and wobbles from side to
side. He has a clue as to what’s up. Then I lean over and whisper the Magic
Words in his ear.
“Hey, sailor! You wanna screw?” He goes ballistic. “C’mon, outside.”
I trained him so he knows he only gets sex when I say that. That helps keep
him from embarrassing me in front of Mom or my friends, or especially Aunt
Sibyl. Sibyl is that spinster aunt that, you know, just about everybody has
one. I don’t think she’s ever got laid in her life, or if she did, it was
fifty years ago. If she found out I was doing it with my dog, she’d have me
burned at the stake! Well, I can’t fault her too much; she does wonders with
the money and paperwork part of my business. Oh, yeah. before you ask, yes,
she has a mustache.
Rooster and I walk across the broken asphalt towards the tall grass. A
little ways out of reach of the overhead lights we find a big, old tree with
a thick carpet of pine needles around the base. I get down on my hands and
knees and Rooster stands in front of me. He’s doing a little step dance with
his back feet and though I can’t see it, I know from experience his lipstick
is showing. I butt him in the chest with my head and he stands up and puts
his big paws on my shoulders. I take his yummy, pink doggy meat in my mouth,
knot and all. Just long enough to slobber him up, though. his knot is a
jawbreaker. I love the taste of him when he’s soft, especially when he’s
dripping that clear pre-cum. It’s sort of sweet tasting. When he gets down
to the serious stuff, though, it’s bitter and metallic tasting and a little
stronger than I like. I back off of him and he knows that’s his cue to run
around behind me. In one smooth motion, he slides up on my back and slips
his well-slobbered doggyness into my twat. The point of his chest pushes up
my T-shirt so I feel his soft, smooth belly fur against my bare skin.
Rooster slams into me to the hilt on the first stroke. He never hurts me
poking around trying to find my hole like other dogs have. He thrusts fast
and deep, but there’s a certain gentleness there that I’ve never had with
any other dog. or man. He trails off to short strokes as his knot expands
and his hot juices splash over my insides. We’re locked together; a dog and
his human bitch become a single unit of blended species. His heart pounds
against the middle of my back and I feel his hot breath between my shoulder
blades. His huge, throbbing knot stretches my tunnel walls just beyond the
entrance, while the pointed tip of his missile delivers its payload deep
within my womb.
A bolt of lightning shoots through my body as Rooster brings me to my
climax. He senses it too; I feel him shudder as his forelegs grip me tighter
around my middle. I feel a little dizzy, so I grab my left nipple and give
it a twist. My vaginal muscles tug and squeeze at him, trying hard to milk
him to his last drop.
As I come back to my senses, I get a funny feeling like someone is watching
us. I look over my left shoulder and on the other side of a small stand of
saplings I see the silhouette of a sheriff’s deputy. Shit! Busted! That’s
about the last thing I need right now! The deputy doesn’t rush over and cuff
me; he just kind of stands there and watches. I strain my eyes and look a
little closer and it looks almost like the deputy’s hand is down the front
of his pants. Oh, great. a wanker! Now this guy’s gonna try to blackmail me
into doing who-knows-what, maybe. The deputy seems to realize that I’m
watching back, and turns to walk away. As soon as I see the profile, I
notice that he’s a SHE!
It takes me a few more minutes to finish up with Rooster; the deputy is
gone. Rooster is feeling really mellow and rolls over onto his back to let
me suck him clean. I love the mix of his taste and mine, and he usually has
a few drops of leftover after-cum in him. I spend a little time stroking his
smooth coat and playing with his big, heavy nuts. I kiss him on his muzzle
and thank him for the good time. When I’m finished with him and I’ve
carefully put his toys away, he walks over to a tree stump and raises his
leg against it. It sounds like somebody opened a fire hose. His pee has a
heavy, sort of burnt-skunky smell that travels easily through the moist
night air. I squat to release any of Rooster’s load that might need to drain
out of me before I put my clothes on.
I still wonder if that deputy might not be waiting to snag me as I go back
to the truck. I spot the cruiser parked behind a concrete-block screen for
the trashcans but it looks like nobody is in it, at first. I get a little
closer and I notice the car is rocking. Okay, so it’s a slow night and she’s
getting a little action with her guy at the truck plaza. I don’t have a
problem with that. But I have to walk behind the cruiser to get to my truck
and something in the back window catches my eye. Yep, it’s a bare butt just
like I expected, but the other party involved has a furry tail and pointy
ears! I kind of wonder what would happen if she got an emergency call while
she was tied up with that big boy, but I’d love to have a private chat with
that gal anyway! Well, not much chance of that. Time for a quick shower and
some shut-eye, we have to be on the road at 4:30 tomorrow morning.
It’s still dark out when my alarm goes off. Rooster’s big cannon-ball head
is resting on my tummy. I give him a little shake and he gives me one of
those looks like a kid who doesn’t want to get up and go to school. He acts
a little more lively when I open the storage compartment and pull out the
forty-pound sack of store-brand kibble. He usually gets something better,
but business has been slow lately. He doesn’t complain; sometimes I think he
‘d eat gravel if I put it in his dish. As he starts eating, I tie his leash
to the mirror strut to keep him out of trouble while I’m having my
breakfast. I always try to save him a sausage or a strip or two of bacon
from my breakfast as a treat, just ’cause he’s such a good boy.
Once we’ve finished eating and Rooster has answered Nature’s call over in
the tall grass, it’s time to hit the road. Rooster’s even got his own doggy
seat belt. I got it for him after I heard a horror story about a dog that
got thrown through a truck’s windshield during a hard stop. I tighten the
strap around his middle, and I just can’t resist copping a little feel down
there since I’m “in the neighborhood” anyway! I tickle his balls and give
his sheath a gentle squeeze until he shows me some lipstick. He gives me a
big, old doggy grin and I thump him a little and give him a kiss on his
nose. Rooster may not be the handsomest dog I’ve ever met, but he’s sweet
and he’s got shapely genitals! I fire up Glory’s big diesel and point her
down the southbound ramp. We’re going to drop a trailer stacked with prefab
guard shacks in Charlotte (Homeland Security stuff, you know!) On our way
back north we’re picking up a load of kids’ furniture in High Point for a
warehouse in New Jersey. Nothing glamorous, but it pays the bills!
Coming through that same county on the return trip, I glance in my mirrors
and see blue lights. Crap. here we go again! We’re not speeding, so it’s got
to be a spot check. I hit Glory’s Jake Brake and ease her onto the shoulder.
I don’t have a huge problem with spot inspections. If you’ve seen the
rolling junkyards out there, they’ll scare the hair off you! Just picture
twenty tons of rusty iron on bald tires with bad brakes rolling up behind
you at seventy miles an hour! It’s just that we get stopped in almost every
one because Glory is an older model. It’s enough to make a gal cranky!
The deputy gets out of the cruiser and walks all around the truck, kicking
tires, tapping brake drums and peering into lights. She hops up the steps
onto the fuel tank and I open the window. I’m beginning to think it’s the
same deputy from last night.
“Evening, ma’am. I’ll need to see your license and registration. You know
that both of your taillights on the back of that trailer are busted out?”
I must have been in a fog when I picked it up in High Point. “No, ma’am.
Somehow I missed it.”
“Well, you better get it fixed before someone rear ends you. Hey, nice dog!
I glance over at Rooster, who’s sitting quietly in the passenger seat. with
about two inches of pink showing. “Yeah, thanks.”
The deputy looks at me kind of funny. “Hey, wasn’t that you at the ’76 Plaza
last night, You know, back in the woods?”
“Yeah, I suppose it was. Thought I was busted until I saw you and your
partner in the car afterwards.”
The deputy winced and her ears turned pink. “My partner?”
I had her now. “Yeah, the furry one! Wanna talk about it?”
“This isn’t the time or place. You got email?”
“Sure.” I scribbled my Hotmail address on the inside of a matchbook cover
and handed it to her.
The deputy wrote an AOL address and the name ‘Helen’ on the back of a
trading card with a picture of herself and her dog on it. “Drop me a line if
you get a chance. And get those lights fixed!”
I turned the card over. ‘Buck,’ the German Shepherd in the picture, was
‘showing’ a bit. I grinned. “Mmmm. My favorite shade of lipstick. hot pink!”
Helen raised an eyebrow, then spun on her heel and headed back to her
cruiser, laughing.
When you drive a big, old truck like an eighteen-wheeler, you sit way up
high and it’s surprising what you can see sometimes. I know you’re thinking,
like, “No kidding!” but you might be surprised how many people don’t realize
that truckers can look down into passing cars and see just about anything
that might be going on in there. I mean, it’s not like I’m a voyeur or
anything. Stuff just catches your eye as you pass by, especially when you’re
going slow. Especially at tollbooths and when you’re stuck in traffic. I’ve
seen more blowjobs than I can count; carloads of college kids with two (or
more) getting it on in the back seat; you name it. It just doesn’t excite me
anymore.
Once in a while, though, something will grab my attention. A while back, I
was stopped at a toll plaza and the car to the right of me had a man and a
woman in it. The woman was in the passenger seat and she had her arms around
one of those long-legged Borzoi dogs. I didn’t think much of it until I
noticed she was wearing a tee shirt and nothing else. Once we got closer to
the booth and the lights were shining inside the car, I could see that she
was into it big-time with the dog. I’m pretty sure they were tied. The guy
in the booth saw it too and stared at them for maybe half a minute while the
man in the car fumbled for some change. The toll taker turned towards me and
put his hands on top of his head and made a face. As I pulled up to the
window, he said something like “It takes all kinds, eh?” I just kind of
shrugged and nodded.
Well, today I gave somebody else a reality check. I’m stuck in the afternoon
rush just outside of Fredericksburg. I look down at an old SUV and there in
the back, behind the seat where Mom can’t see, there’s a kid playing ‘Red
Rocket’ with a Basset-looking mutt. The dog’s just lying there on his back,
enjoying the ride and the kid goes down on him. After a minute or two, the
kid comes up for air and figures out that I’m watching him. He just stares
at me with his mouth open and a shocked look on his face. By this time, the
dog is way past the point of no return and a big shot of cum spurts out of
him and splashes against the window. Damn, I can almost taste it! I start to
feel wetness between my legs and that old familiar tingly sensation. It’s
all I can do to keep my hands on the wheel. Hell, I don’t give a damn about
that kid. I just wish I were him with that sexy hound, except with enough
sense to look around to see if anyone’s watching!
I glance over at Rooster to find that he’s sniffing the air. He smells his
favorite treat and he’s getting a little excited. “Pretty soon, Baby,” I
tell him. “It’s almost dinner time and you know what’s for dessert!” I give
him a pat on the chest and he pushes my hand down towards his sheath with a
paw. I want to grope him until he squirts, but for safety’s sake I cop a
quick feel and leave it at that. After dinner.
A few more hours on the road and I’m ready to call it a day. I pull Glory
into a truck stop that I know allows overnighters. I leave the diesel idling
as I go inside for a bite to eat while Rooster stays behind to bite anyone
who might mess with the truck. I’m not sure if he would really bite an
intruder, but he’s scary looking and he makes a lot of noise. So far, that’s
been enough to keep the bad-asses away, thank God! Outside of that, he’s an
absolute sweetie to all my friends and family, even Aunt Sybil-who calls him
a pit bull.
I like this stop because they’ve got more or less real chow; it’s sure nice
to take a break from the usual McFood that you get on the road. As I’m
finishing up my baked ham with sweet potatoes and green beans, Lee, the guy
who runs the place, waves to me from the kitchen. “Hiya, Mickey! Got your
co-pilot with you today?”
“You bet. Always!”
Lee gestures towards the hot dog steamer. “I got a couple of hots here that
are a little past their prime. Don’t think I’d serve them to paying
customers, but I’m sure ol’ Rooster would appreciate ’em!”
I grin and nod. “You bet he would. Thanks!”
I wrap the two tired looking sausages in a paper napkin and let them cool a
bit while I’m finishing my homemade apple pie with vanilla ice cream.
Rooster isn’t real big on people food, but I think he’d jump through fire
for a hot dog. As I walk back to the truck, he spots the little package in
my hand and somehow he knows it’s for him. He bounces out when I open the
door and does his little ‘hot dog dance’ that he made up all by himself.
Three spins to the left, three spins to the right, then he stands up and
hops in circles on his back legs. I especially like the last part, ’cause he
jiggles his manly things at me and sometimes he gets so excited that his
lipstick pops out. I toss him the hot dogs one at a time and they disappear
so fast I don’t know how he could possibly enjoy them. Dad used to say that
dogs can taste with their stomachs, but I don’t know how true that is. Well,
so much for the appetizer, now it’s time for main course. I squat down and
whisper those Magic Words again. I just about get “Hey, Sailor.” out and
Rooster shoots up into the truck like a rocket. I barely get stood up and he
‘s looking at me over his shoulder like, “Let’s go! What’s taking you so
long?”
I guess I mentioned that I’m not really all that fond of how Rooster’s cum
tastes. The funny thing is that every so often, I get a hankering for it. I
couldn’t tell you why, I just want him to empty his balls into my mouth and
I’ll swallow every drop. Sometimes I do it when I have my period and I don’t
want to mate with him, but that’s not the case now. It must have something
to do with seeing that kid blowing the basset hound. Got me in the mood for
it, I guess. I lock the doors and join my impatient lover back in the
sleeper. I take my clothes off as fast as I can, but not fast enough for
him. He growls softly as he tugs at the cuffs of my jeans, then at the
waistband of my panties. I playfully push him away ’cause that makes him
even hotter.
He mounts me from behind as I climb onto the bed, but I push him off and lie
on my back. He knows what that means and he assumes the position. Rooster
stands over me with his legs straddling my body and his feet planted on the
bed on either side of me. His nose is already down between my thighs,
sniffing around for a taste of pussy. His lower belly is directly over my
face, giving me a great view of those marvelous ‘family jewels’ of his, even
in the dim light. I raise my knees and spread them apart as far as I can to
give him full access to my cunt. He starts out with long, slow licks with
that warm, wet, wonderful tongue along the full length of my ‘valley.’ It’s
relaxing and stimulating at the same time, if you can imagine that. He gives
me kind of a shivery feeling all over, but he’s so slow and gentle that it’s
just nice. It isn’t long before he sends me to the Promised Land! Then he
finds my opening and slips his tongue in and out very quickly; deeper and
deeper, faster and faster until he runs out of tongue and his ice-cold nose
bottoms out against me. Aaaagh! I involuntarily close my legs and push him
out. It only discourages him for a few seconds and he’s back at it. This
time he’s licking all around my clit and moves in on it. He puts his mouth
on it and works it gently with the tip of his tongue.
The velvety soft fur on his chin and under his nose, his slightly rough
tongue and the tickle of his whiskers give a mix of sensations that no man
could match. I look up at his crotch to find that he’s rock hard inside his
sheath and he’s got about two inches of cock sticking out. Huge drops of
clear fluid begin falling from it, so I stick out my tongue to catch them. I
reach up and give his knot a squeeze, sending a spurt of fluid flying
between my breasts and landing squarely in my belly button. Rooster makes a
few tentative thrusts of his hips, then goes back to fiercely licking my
twat. I’m dangerously close to coming again, but when he starts gently
nibbling my clit with those tiny front teeth, he sends me over the edge. As
the waves of orgasm start to wash over me I try to skin back Rooster’s
sheath so I can get him in my mouth. He’s already so hard that nothing
moves. I’m on my back, so I’m really not in a position to lean up and suck
him. His cock is pointing the wrong way. I pull both his right legs out from
under him and he flops over onto his side with a grunt.
I roll him onto his back and crouch over him. Somehow, he hasn’t lost
contact between his muzzle and my pussy. I dive onto his pointed cock tip
and suck it hard while I pump his knot wildly. He humps my hand and as my
orgasm overtakes me, I buck my own hips and hump against his muzzle. The fat
drops of precum give way to long, powerful jets of sperm. I let the fluid
gush along the length of my tongue, splatter against the back of my throat
and trickle down to where I can swallow it. Rooster stops licking and
humping while he’s squirting his load into me and turns into a four-legged
zombie. His orgasm trails off from a powerful throbbing to a sort of
twitching and his spurts slow to a drip. I back off him for a minute to look
into his sweet face and he grins back at me with this incredibly goofy,
far-away expression. I guess if I looked at myself in a mirror, I wouldn’t
look much different. He’s still on his back and his mouth is half-open with
his tongue hanging out the side. His eyes have that sleepy, glazed look of a
drunk’s. His ears are lying crumpled like old socks and his front paws are
crossed over his chest. He looks so cute and goofy and helpless that I just
have to lean over and kiss him passionately on the mouth. Oh, that amazing
tongue of his. Gets me every time! Rooster loves the taste of his own cum so
he tries to lick it out of my mouth. I reach back and fondle his massive
nuts while we kiss. I find that his dinky is still stuck part way out, so I
put it away for him. We kiss and cuddle for a little while until Rooster,
still on his back, is snoring away like an old man. Typical male! I’m not
far behind. As I drift off, I think to myself, “Louie, baby, wherever you
are. you were my first love and I’ll never forget you, but you don’t hold a
candle to this guy!”
Next thing I know, it’s 4:30 and the alarm’s going off. Rooster is standing
over me and nudging me with his nose. At first, I think he just wants his
breakfast, but he has that funny look on his face. You know. the one that
says in dog talk, “Hey Sailor! You wanna screw?” I’m afraid that load of
kids’ furniture might be just a little bit late today.