He’d heard all kinds of little anecdotes about dogs and people together. Little tidbits of information, sometimes a joke, sometimes a short story, sometimes told increduously, sometimes just matter of fact. All of them had something interesting about them.

Sometimes it was just who the person was that made it exciting, sometimes the situation, and maybe it was the location, or any number of things that slightly differed from what he considered normal. The more he heard, the more he knew that it wasn’t nearly as uncommon as people would have him believe. He was starting to think that there was no such thing as ‘normal’, that everyone was different, and had different ideas about what was right and wrong.

He knew, he’d pretty much done it all.

Jim’s married now, having given up thinking about such things. He barely remembers all the the different experiences he’s had with animals. He’s finally beat his addiction to his, ahem, best friends… Steve’s over, with a new friend of his, who is getting her fingernails painted by Jim’s wife Amanda.

Sara, Steve says, tell them about your day. Sara blushes, but without missing a beat, begins to tell them about her day.

So, the paramedics get back from a call, she blushes, they tell me: “Well, we got there, and this lady had been fooling around with her dog.” She demonstrated how big her eyes got as she finished the story. “So my partner grabbed a blanket, and covered her up as he explained that there was nothing she or they could do but wait for him to finish.” He stated as a matter of fact. “You could pour some cold water on him, and that works sometimes, but the way that a dog is built, there is nothing you can do until he’s finished. I never really paid much attention, but it was hard not to see their male reproductive organ after they were done, the base of their male reproductive organ is like a knot, and what has happened is that that knot has ‘tied’ with you.”

The lady was like… So, there’s nothing you can do. I just have to ****ing wait here until my ****ing dog decides he’s done!?” She yells. Yes maam, Sorry, was all that we could say. She was OK when we got in there, but then she got totally ****y.

Sara shrugged. Everyone laughed. Nobody else had a story. Jim was torn between making himself even more obvious than he felt. He wouldn’t share this with anyone. As far as he was concerned, nothing ever happened. Even as he made that mental note, a flood of stories ran through his head. Like little snapshots the memories flowed.

That time in that little shed. The time in the doghouse, next to the neighbors house, under a window. All the times in that shed, behind one of his friends house, directly in front of a window, as a matter of fact. Jim shuddered. They just wouldn’t stop. Despite himself he was becoming aroused. It was like all those years of abstinance had never happened. He was right back to being his somewhat ****-like affinity to be violated. Not by a guy, no, never actually, but if he had happened to meet a frendly pet, of a sufficient size to dominate him, who was he to say no?

That was it, Jim couldn’t resist anymore, he had to throw something out there, apparently he was either the only bold one there, or simply the most addicted. He wasn’t so much as telling the story to get a reaction, but rather to just keep the conversation going.

Well, a long time ago, there was this lady in the neighborhood… Everyone knew that she fooled around with her dog. It was like, just common knowledge, if you can believe that. I mean, I don’t know exactly how many, but between me and three other guys, we joked about it frequently.

(Mike wasn’t talking about a lady, he was talking about himself. He had also had some small sexual contact with two of the guys he had just mentioned, and at least one of them had told him once “Stop masturbating the dog” when he was so fixated on taking care of the dog that he wasn’t aware a friend had come over.)

Amanda had heard the story before, so, any reaction she gave was a practiced one. They’d dated for 5 years, and now married for another 5 with only one mention of her pbuming interest in seeing a video. That was a result of their last visit to a video store, back in the days of porn being readily available in a convenient ‘mom and pops’ sort of rental store, when Jim said “Hey, here’s one with a dog!” and gave a manly little giggle, perhaps bordering on sinister. To which she responded “really? Get it.” Jim, not having thought about dogs in a long time, was hesitant to explore that topic, just as afraid that she might like it, as she might finally realize what a freak she had married.

She never knew, even thirteen years later, that he had long lost any such curiousity because he felt like he really couldn’t be any more experienced. He still liked to pretend though.

I don’t know if anyone ever really saw her, but that was what we always said, things like, ‘dog lady’ but, oddly enough, none of us gave any real thought to it. We never said anything negative, that’s just what we called her because we didn’t know her name. We all seemed to feel like, whatever, that’s strange but, we didn’t need to tell anyone. She did have a big german shepherd though, and we did see him trying to get on her all the time…and then usually right after that, she would take him in the house.

That was all that Jim said that time. He could never admit that he was the one sneaking around the neighborhood, waiting for the first dog to smell him and almost always shortly after that, his pants ‘accidentally’ falling down.

Steve and Sara laughed, and the topic went on to other things. The wife was the one to bring up the next story, by asking Jim to tell it.

“Oh yeah, your cousin, he saw some guy in his back yard, ****ing their female dog. I think he called the police, but he was gone by the time the cops got there. Can you imagine that?, the cousin looked at me disbelievingly.

Jim could. He’d tried once before. Their neighbors dog was a huge female who had literally just wandered into his house. It wasn’t that unusual, since he was always bringing strays into the house so, he guessed that she smelled something and just followed it in. She looked to be in heat, but he only liked to be dominated. He liked it accidental, or at least so he could pretend that it was. He always liked to pretend that he was being forced. Sometimes he imagined that he was tied up, or being whipped if he didn’t let the dog have him. He had to pretend to be unwilling, after all, if he wanted this, what kind of man was he? It was the only thing that kept him from bending over for any male dog that he encountered.

Of course, Jim wasn’t telling them this. He didn’t want to give himself away, and this sort of thing didn’t really interest him. He certainly didn’t need any attention from relatives, even if they were only the wife’s cousins.

Nobody else had anything to say. Once the nails were dry, Steve and Sara left and nothing furthur was said. They left home to stay at her parents house.

Jim didn’t need to be reminded why. They had two huskies to take care of. He laughed to himself and the words ‘taking care of’.

To his credit, he tried to resist. They went to bed, had a very nice love-making session and fell asleep. Well, she did anyway. He decided to have a cigarette. He really was almost unaware of what he was doing. He denied it to even himself, even as he did it.

Walking outside, heart pumping in the darkened back porch, he lit his cigarette. The large husky bounded up to him. He gave him a tenative pet. He had slipped on a t-shirt and underwear on his way out, but he felt naked. The dog jumped around and gave a little bark. He was clearly excited to see him. He took a long drag and looked around. His heart was pounding and his underwear seemed to be getting tighter, almost feeling like they were shrinking. So embarbumed he was. He kept trying to resist. He decided it was too cold, and tried to go back inside. He fell down, and was slow to get up.

He felt a lick and a cold nose from behind. Without any encouragement the dog was on him, humping madly into his soft rear, jabbing furiously into him. He tried to get up but tripped again, his short underwear caught by a stray dew-claw. Bent over, underwear around his knees, his wife could catch him at any moment.

He didn’t care too much. He could lie his way out of this, it was an accident. If I got up right now, it would be believable. The dog inched closer, a large tip pressing wetly against his thin underwear. Pushing it too much, he felt it enter as it pushed around the underwear. Bunched up at the bottom, he was still clothed, he told himself…it’s not my fault, he whispered to himself. It’s an accident. I should get up.

He’s so heavy though, his paws wrapped around him, holding him in place. He finds he can’t stop, he feels like he has to let him finish. He’s so afraid of getting caught, but he can’t stop, he can’t stop the dog. He’s in, so hard, and he can’t get away, he’s getting ****ed, whether he’s changed his mind or not. This dog is huge, he realizes. He had no idea how big it would get, that he would be stuck there being ****ed by this dog. How long he was stuck there he didn’t know. His male reproductive organ was as hard as a rock, wet from the combination of pregreat times, his and his new friends. He was soaked. The dogs knot was pressing firmly into him. He felt it slide in and out, and in and out so many times in such a short time that he didn’t notice at first that he was locked into him. There was no getting away from him now. He felt so full, and he could feel every throb as he continued to thrust away into him.

So embarbumed that he couldn’t stop the dog, or himself, he started to enjoy it despite himself. He encouraged him, backed into him, and finally heard a small sigh. For a moment, he thought he was caught, but it was just the dog, finally having his orgasm.

He tried to get up, but he was still stuck and maybe ten minutes later he could finally go back to bed. The wife, still sleeping, and as far as he knew, was none the wiser.

Cleaned up and in bed, he started thinking about tomorrow; they did have two dogs, after all. He had to be fair, he couldn’t ignore the other one.