Straight Male / 56
Bad Dog, Excellent Surprise
My dog barks at everything: cars, neighbors, snowplows, squirrels...you get it.
When I take him for walks, I tend to avoid popular or crowded areas so I don't have to put up with his barking. And yes, we're working with a trainer. He's a three-year-old rescue, though, so he's got some bad habits that are hard to break.
Anyway...
One of the quiet places to walk in town is an empty plot of land way back in the woods. They're going to build a community garden there someday, so for now it's a clear patch at the end of a long dirt road. We walk there at least twice a week, and only occasionally do we run into another person.
Last week was one of those lovely winter days that are so rare here in Vermont. The temperature was in the mid-40's, there was no wind howling down from Canada for once, and the skies were clear.
Muttley and I hiked all around the community garden area. Everything was fine until another dog-walker showed up and set him off. Her little poodle barked right back and we both yanked on our dogs' leashes and tried to shut them up, smiling and waving apologetically. Finally, though, she just waved me over.
When I got close enough, she said, "Let's just let them bark at each other and get it over with. Pinkie is a real asshole, but she'll shut up eventually!"
I was hesitant, but sure enough, they pranced all around and then calmed down to sniffing and circling each other, tails wagging.
Once they were quiet, we strolled around together while the dogs sniffed everything and took turns peeing on things. We laughed at their antics, relieved that the anti-social behavior was over with. We chatted. Okay...we flirted. I might have used the word "beautiful" in a flattering way, and she mentioned the luck of finding a tall, handsome man deep in the woods.
Both dogs had retractable leashes, and soon enough, we clipped them together to a gate-post. There was a stack of 6 by 6 lumber next to the gate and after sitting down for a moment, we found ourselves kissing. I was hard instantly, and as she leaned into me, her hand came to rest on my bulging jeans.
"Fuck, that's a hard cock!" she whispered against my lips. "Can I taste it?"
I nodded dumbly and stood up to unzip and unbuckle. Not wanting to mess with zipper teeth, I shoved my pants down to my thighs and pulled my cock out of my underwear before sitting back down. She planted her hands on my thighs and leaned into my lap, licking along the underside before trapping the head of my straining cock in her mouth. I throbbed happily when I felt the sucking warmth of her and she hummed as a spurt of pre-cum leaked from my tip.
"Yummy!" she muttered, then got back to work.
One hand circled my shaft while the other propped her up. She stroked me expertly and sucked about half of my seven inches into her mouth until I bumped against her tonsils. As she slid back up, her tongue swirled all around my shaft and her lips formed a tight seal around my cockhead. I leaned back on my elbows and admired the rich, brown curls as they bobbed up and down.
"Fuck, babe..." I muttered after several minutes. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum!"
She paused and looked up with a wicked grin.
"That's the idea, bud!" she said with a laugh before resuming her work.
When I knew I was close, my hips started to buck up involuntarily and my shaft swelled.
"Almost there!" I gasped just seconds before I exploded.
She hummed again happily and sucked the tip while her tight grip milked my shaft. That was all it took--my whole body tensed up and spurt after spurt of cum vanished into her mouth. I felt her swallowing eagerly and her thumb continued to stroke me as the throbbing slowed down, urging every drop up and out. Finally, with a pop that was oddly loud in the quiet of the woods, she released me and stood up between my knees, grinning down at me.
"I think we confused the dogs!" she said with another, gentler laugh, looking over her shoulder.
Both dogs were sitting beside the fence watching us with their heads tilted to the side.
"Maybe next time we can really confuse them!" she suggested with a leer.
"I'll be back every day!" I said with a laugh of my own. "I owe you one!"
When I take him for walks, I tend to avoid popular or crowded areas so I don't have to put up with his barking. And yes, we're working with a trainer. He's a three-year-old rescue, though, so he's got some bad habits that are hard to break.
Anyway...
One of the quiet places to walk in town is an empty plot of land way back in the woods. They're going to build a community garden there someday, so for now it's a clear patch at the end of a long dirt road. We walk there at least twice a week, and only occasionally do we run into another person.
Last week was one of those lovely winter days that are so rare here in Vermont. The temperature was in the mid-40's, there was no wind howling down from Canada for once, and the skies were clear.
Muttley and I hiked all around the community garden area. Everything was fine until another dog-walker showed up and set him off. Her little poodle barked right back and we both yanked on our dogs' leashes and tried to shut them up, smiling and waving apologetically. Finally, though, she just waved me over.
When I got close enough, she said, "Let's just let them bark at each other and get it over with. Pinkie is a real asshole, but she'll shut up eventually!"
I was hesitant, but sure enough, they pranced all around and then calmed down to sniffing and circling each other, tails wagging.
Once they were quiet, we strolled around together while the dogs sniffed everything and took turns peeing on things. We laughed at their antics, relieved that the anti-social behavior was over with. We chatted. Okay...we flirted. I might have used the word "beautiful" in a flattering way, and she mentioned the luck of finding a tall, handsome man deep in the woods.
Both dogs had retractable leashes, and soon enough, we clipped them together to a gate-post. There was a stack of 6 by 6 lumber next to the gate and after sitting down for a moment, we found ourselves kissing. I was hard instantly, and as she leaned into me, her hand came to rest on my bulging jeans.
"Fuck, that's a hard cock!" she whispered against my lips. "Can I taste it?"
I nodded dumbly and stood up to unzip and unbuckle. Not wanting to mess with zipper teeth, I shoved my pants down to my thighs and pulled my cock out of my underwear before sitting back down. She planted her hands on my thighs and leaned into my lap, licking along the underside before trapping the head of my straining cock in her mouth. I throbbed happily when I felt the sucking warmth of her and she hummed as a spurt of pre-cum leaked from my tip.
"Yummy!" she muttered, then got back to work.
One hand circled my shaft while the other propped her up. She stroked me expertly and sucked about half of my seven inches into her mouth until I bumped against her tonsils. As she slid back up, her tongue swirled all around my shaft and her lips formed a tight seal around my cockhead. I leaned back on my elbows and admired the rich, brown curls as they bobbed up and down.
"Fuck, babe..." I muttered after several minutes. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum!"
She paused and looked up with a wicked grin.
"That's the idea, bud!" she said with a laugh before resuming her work.
When I knew I was close, my hips started to buck up involuntarily and my shaft swelled.
"Almost there!" I gasped just seconds before I exploded.
She hummed again happily and sucked the tip while her tight grip milked my shaft. That was all it took--my whole body tensed up and spurt after spurt of cum vanished into her mouth. I felt her swallowing eagerly and her thumb continued to stroke me as the throbbing slowed down, urging every drop up and out. Finally, with a pop that was oddly loud in the quiet of the woods, she released me and stood up between my knees, grinning down at me.
"I think we confused the dogs!" she said with another, gentler laugh, looking over her shoulder.
Both dogs were sitting beside the fence watching us with their heads tilted to the side.
"Maybe next time we can really confuse them!" she suggested with a leer.
"I'll be back every day!" I said with a laugh of my own. "I owe you one!"
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