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Main character got stranded in the middle of nowhere, looking for something to drink and perhaps a lift. Under Muriel's hospitality, he thought that he finally had some luck. Not long after, he had to help out their family dog in something that he couldn't ever expect.

Subscribe if you wish to support me https://www.subscribestar.com/astolor", "writing": "Middle of nowhere.\n\nI had no idea how I ended up here, being sure that it was my stop. But the bus was now long gone and the next one would be much later. Feeling thirsty, I had to look for anything to drink, perhaps a shop. But there was nothing here, except dirt and a worn-out bus stop. Letting out a loud sigh, I wandered off, already bored beyond my mind.\n \nWalking aimlessly, I noticed a few constructions in the distance. An old barn, wind vane, and a shack, probably called a house by the owners. Seeing no other option, I walked towards it, hoping that occupants aren’t aggressive towards strangers, who shoot first and then ask questions. But even if so, they shouldn’t be violent against a young kid like me, right?\n\nIt took quite a long walk before I finally reached the farm if I can call it one, remembering when the bus was coming, I noticed an old pickup truck, hoping that maybe the owner will drive me to the nearest city, although it wasn’t likely. I looked around, seeing it was not an abandoned place, but also not well-taken care of either.\n\nI approached the main entrance and knocked on the door firmly, letting a loud wooden sound attract the attention of whoever is inside. When I listened to the silence, I raised my fist to hit the door several times more, although harder. My heart sank, realizing that I’ll have to go back, still thirsty and desperate, angry at myself for this stupid situation. I turned away when someone finally opened the door.\n\n“Who is it?” An old, rather plump-built old lady looked towards me from behind incredibly thick glasses, wondering if she can notice me. A wide, sweet smile appeared on her face like she enjoyed any kind of company. Maybe this day will not be that awful after all. “Oh, I didn’t see you there, young man. What a cute boy, you must be hungry and parched. Come inside and I’ll fix you something right away.”\n\nNot believing in my luck I stepped inside, following that sweet old lady. Once in the living room, there was another person, although I couldn’t see his face behind the gigantic newspaper. The ugly, bald old man whose head resembled an ostrich’s egg, stared at me for one second, just to grunt at me. He immediately returned to reading, ignoring me deliberately.\n\nI walked into the kitchen right behind the woman, who quickly poured a large glass of tap water, before preparing me a sandwich. After taking a seat, I listened to her hums, feeling like I was back home. All the pleasant memories that hopefully will not be the only good ones in my life. I waited patiently, knowing that my thirst wasn’t the only problem.\n\n“So, are you lost, my dear? If you need a lift, I’m sure Eustace will take you to the city.” She said and I immediately heard grumbling from the living room, something about gas prices and stupid freeloaders. I tried to ignore it, somewhat feeling like an intruder. The lady gave me a plate with a pickle sandwich and some water, smiling at me sweetly. “Don’t mind him. I’m sure he will be great company once he will take you wherever you need to go.”\n\nI was surprised since I didn’t say anything about needing transportation. I’ve looked at the meal, nodding to the old woman before enjoying it. She rubbed my head before leaving for the living room, but judging by the creaking noises, she went upstairs for whatever reason. After washing down the simple sandwich with surprisingly pleasant water, I went back to the living room and took a seat, looking back at Eustace. The old man was still fixated on whatever was inside the newspaper, occasionally glancing at me with sheer irritation behind his thick glasses. I sat there awkwardly, not even trying to talk with him, just listening to the silence, sometimes cut by his dry cough. After several minutes, an old lady walked down the stairs, looking straight at me.\n\n“Oh, I’m so sorry to interrupt you. But before you two go, could you check out Courage, our family dog? There’s something strange going on lately and both I and Eustace are worried sick.” I immediately looked at the old man, wondering if he had a sweet side, but he only shrugged and muttered something about stupid dogs. “Could you go upstairs then? His room is at the end of the hallway.”\n\nI only nodded, quite surprised that I was asked for help. I always loved dogs so it shouldn’t be a problem for me, although I wasn’t a veterinarian by no means. Trying to be grateful for her hospitality, I went to the second floor, not noticing any red flags about this whole, strange situation. I walked the surprisingly long and dark corridor, feeling my heart thumping hard. It’s only a dog, right?\n\nI knocked on the door, realizing it wasn’t necessary, remembering that I’m helping just an animal. Then I realized something. Why the dog had his bedroom in the first place? Or perhaps it was just a room that he liked to hide in. Not hearing anything coming out, I slowly opened the door, peeking inside. My eyes opened wide in sheer terror, after seeing something that shouldn’t ever take place. I just couldn’t believe it.\n\nA rather small and noticeably chubby dog was sitting at the computer desk like a human, staring at the screen with one hand on the mouse, clicking furiously. But his looks and technical skills weren’t the things that surprised me, but what he was currently doing with the other arm. It was so bizarre I couldn’t stop staring, breathing heavily. Was I high or something? Or did that sweet old lady put something in my meal?\n\nThe weird dog violently masturbated, stroking the relatively small dick at thunderous speed, like he tried to build a fire. I couldn’t run away, standing there stupidly, not making any sound. I’ve noticed that Courage was clicking at various pictures of many bitches. Canine kind. I managed to step back, making a loud, creaking sound. The pink dog looked at me, before looking down at his cock, then back at me. He quickly covered himself, yelping at me in gibberish like he tried to talk to me but just couldn’t. \n\n“Relax, buddy. Your owner asked me to help you out, whatever troubles you. But I see that you’re already taken care of your little problem.” I said to him, not wanting to cause any more panic in this profusely inconvenient situation. Maybe the old lady will believe me that nothing is going on, but perhaps she asked me to ‘take care’ of him, whatever she meant. Normally I would refuse, but there was something so primal about that dog, so powerful so I just had to dig further. Maybe it was just his smell, but I needed to pet him at the very least.\n\nI stepped inside, closing the door behind me. After sitting on the wooden floor with my legs crossed, I reached my hand toward his head. Courage still covering that small member, he slowly approached me, letting to pet him. I rubbed him gently, enjoying his warmth radiating from a such small body, his scent attacking my nostrils. Pure musk and a lot of sweat. I noticed how unfit he was, chubby and plain dirty. When I kept touching him, he eventually couldn’t resist and started furiously masturbating once again.\n“Oh, come on!” I sighed, trying to look away but I was staring at his groin anyway, so fascinated by his speed and stamina. The pink dog kept grunting and squawking like a typical canine, before spurting out large drops of white jizz, now covering the bare floors. Courage wheezed, calming down and his cock finally softening. Thinking that I’d helped him enough I was ready to leave, before looking at him once again, surprised beyond imagination. His red dick, smaller than mine, was flaccid for maybe a few seconds, tops. Now hard again, throbbing violently and ready for more action.\n\n“You still have some problems, don’t you, buddy? I guess I’ll have to stay here longer and do whatever I can so you’ll stop scaring that sweet old woman. Now, what do I do…” I asked myself, embracing him to rub the rest of his whole body, knowing it will not work. I just had to start from somewhere, not trying to grasp his cock too quickly, feeling it was way too sensitive at the moment. \n\nI rubbed his back, encouraging him to do what he must. Soon later, his arm moved once again, slow at first. The dog wheezed, completely out of shape, all sweaty and retching because of that. I didn’t feel violated by his potent smell by no means, quite fascinated by it to be frank. Before I could react, he suddenly embraced my leg, humping violently against it, panting all the time. Shocked, I just sat there and let him impregnate my limb. A small joke I had in my head at the time.\n\nHis tiny cock was rock hard, twitching with anticipation, leaking clear fluids soaking into the material, while some drops splashed against the wood below. I was fixated by his movements, surprised how the fat little dog had so much energy with him, able to be so horny all the time. Before it barely started, Courage jizzed all over my leg, squeaking loudly, and collapsed onto the floor with legs up, floppy penis still twitching. Somehow I knew that tiny shaft would be flaccid only for a few short moments.\n\nOnce his soft belly was now fully exposed, I reached towards it and massaged it with my hand and scratching the furred surface with my nails. Such a peculiar little creature, with an impressive endurance. Having a few moments of relaxation and silence, I counted the seconds before he would be eventually ready for more. After about thirty seconds, his tiny member throbbed several times, pumping blood into it and making it rigid for yet another time. I only wondered what he was going to do next time.\n\nCourage the dog wheezed heavily, drooling all over the flooring, looking exhausted but still paradoxically prepared for further humping. He suddenly grasped my arm, climbing it with a surprisingly high amount of skill. For a small dog, he was shockingly heavy and now I worried that he would not break my limb. I helped him out to do whatever he wanted to achieve, now taking a seat right on my shoulders.\n\n“Are you comfortable there, buddy? Maybe you should just take it easy and… and you’re jerking off again, of course.” I sighed loudly, letting out a small chuckle afterward, not feeling even remotely mad or disappointed. This whole bizarre situation made it look like a fever dream, which I genuinely enjoyed, no matter how strange that was. His slim legs hang freely near my chest, swaying from side to side. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing those little beans, forgetting that the dog himself was violently stroking his pink dick, with a ridiculously long tongue flopping out of the massive maw. I peeked at his groin, not able to look away from his paw, pleasuring himself with pure, feral strength. Without any warning, Courage howled into my ear, spurting out a few drops of canine cum right onto my cheek.\n\n“Damn, you’re quick. Now I’m sure that’s enough for now, right? Right?” I asked again, looking into his eyes, then between his legs again. Not surprised anymore, I’ve watched in real time how the temporarily small penis grew within seconds, like a balloon being pumped with air. Shaking my head, I decided not to question his stamina anymore, trying to place him down on the floor to think about what to do next. Before I tried to catch him, he did something I couldn’t expect to happen. That little bugger assaulted me!\n\nThe pink dog climbed onto my head, grasping both of my ears, and positioning himself for the attack. He guided that rock-hard shaft right into my mouth, which I didn’t keep closed. I somehow wanted this to happen, curious how he tastes like, how that throbbing feels against my tongue. Additionally, I was so intoxicated by his powerful scent, I only craved for more. I’ve watched his fat belly hitting my nose each time he thrust. I immediately fell in love with that stupid, chubby, and smelly little dog.\n\nCourage shoved an entirety of his rigid, thick shaft between my lips, trying to do most of the work, but I still tried my best to help him out. The pointy-tipped dick throbbed against my swirling tongue, which wrapped around the member, squeezing it hard. The smell and taste were pungent, so I had to take all of it for myself, being greedy about it. Before I satisfied my cravings, the dog jizzed inside my mouth, right before jumping on the floor. My eyes bulged, when I coughed some of it out, taken by surprise, suddenly dropping onto the floor, and taking deep breaths.\n\n“Ooof. Damn, buddy, you could warn me at least. Now, are you done yet? I would love to finally go home.” I told him, but the dog suddenly disappeared from my sight, but I felt his presence, right behind me. While I was on all fours, I became a perfect target for his endeavors. I didn’t plan this, but somehow this was what I deeply wanted, knowing my desires and myself. Still, that dog surprised me once more.\n\nWith unusual, primal strength he pulled my pants down right to my ankles, exposing the entirety of my bare ass right to him. I couldn’t muster up any plea for help, knowing it will last half a minute tops. I braced myself, trying to adjust for that dog, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible with such little time. Courage climbed by back, shoving the whole stiff shaft right into me, without any preparation. I let out a long gasp, losing my breath for a second. With thunderous speed, he kept humping me, slapping my ass cheeks with that rather small ballsack of his.\n\nI wheezed, taking all of his scent, consisting of heavy musk and sweat, produced in massive quantities for such a tiny canine. I already felt exhaustion growing in me, doing my best not to collapse like there and then. Courage penetrated me with feral strength, able to spread my inner muscles, massaging my prostate with sheer skill. And when time passed, Courage the dog whined loudly, twitching with the entirety of the flabby body, jizzing profusely into my asshole. After a long groan, the dog fell right onto the wooden flooring, like a swatted fly. I looked back, putting my pants on, seeing a completely satisfied dog, with tongue flopped on the side and eyes closed.\n\n“Finally…” I sighed, rubbing his chin delicately. And when I thought it was all over, Courage suddenly opened his eyes wide.\n\n“Oh no…” \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Middle of nowhere.

I had no idea how I ended up here, being sure that it was my stop. But the bus was now long gone and the next one would be much later. Feeling thirsty, I had to look for anything to drink, perhaps a shop. But there was nothing here, except dirt and a worn-out bus stop. Letting out a loud sigh, I wandered off, already bored beyond my mind.
 
Walking aimlessly, I noticed a few constructions in the distance. An old barn, wind vane, and a shack, probably called a house by the owners. Seeing no other option, I walked towards it, hoping that occupants aren’t aggressive towards strangers, who shoot first and then ask questions. But even if so, they shouldn’t be violent against a young kid like me, right?

It took quite a long walk before I finally reached the farm if I can call it one, remembering when the bus was coming, I noticed an old pickup truck, hoping that maybe the owner will drive me to the nearest city, although it wasn’t likely. I looked around, seeing it was not an abandoned place, but also not well-taken care of either.

I approached the main entrance and knocked on the door firmly, letting a loud wooden sound attract the attention of whoever is inside. When I listened to the silence, I raised my fist to hit the door several times more, although harder. My heart sank, realizing that I’ll have to go back, still thirsty and desperate, angry at myself for this stupid situation. I turned away when someone finally opened the door.

“Who is it?” An old, rather plump-built old lady looked towards me from behind incredibly thick glasses, wondering if she can notice me. A wide, sweet smile appeared on her face like she enjoyed any kind of company. Maybe this day will not be that awful after all. “Oh, I didn’t see you there, young man. What a cute boy, you must be hungry and parched. Come inside and I’ll fix you something right away.”

Not believing in my luck I stepped inside, following that sweet old lady. Once in the living room, there was another person, although I couldn’t see his face behind the gigantic newspaper. The ugly, bald old man whose head resembled an ostrich’s egg, stared at me for one second, just to grunt at me. He immediately returned to reading, ignoring me deliberately.

I walked into the kitchen right behind the woman, who quickly poured a large glass of tap water, before preparing me a sandwich. After taking a seat, I listened to her hums, feeling like I was back home. All the pleasant memories that hopefully will not be the only good ones in my life. I waited patiently, knowing that my thirst wasn’t the only problem.

“So, are you lost, my dear? If you need a lift, I’m sure Eustace will take you to the city.” She said and I immediately heard grumbling from the living room, something about gas prices and stupid freeloaders. I tried to ignore it, somewhat feeling like an intruder. The lady gave me a plate with a pickle sandwich and some water, smiling at me sweetly. “Don’t mind him. I’m sure he will be great company once he will take you wherever you need to go.”

I was surprised since I didn’t say anything about needing transportation. I’ve looked at the meal, nodding to the old woman before enjoying it. She rubbed my head before leaving for the living room, but judging by the creaking noises, she went upstairs for whatever reason. After washing down the simple sandwich with surprisingly pleasant water, I went back to the living room and took a seat, looking back at Eustace. The old man was still fixated on whatever was inside the newspaper, occasionally glancing at me with sheer irritation behind his thick glasses. I sat there awkwardly, not even trying to talk with him, just listening to the silence, sometimes cut by his dry cough. After several minutes, an old lady walked down the stairs, looking straight at me.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to interrupt you. But before you two go, could you check out Courage, our family dog? There’s something strange going on lately and both I and Eustace are worried sick.” I immediately looked at the old man, wondering if he had a sweet side, but he only shrugged and muttered something about stupid dogs. “Could you go upstairs then? His room is at the end of the hallway.”

I only nodded, quite surprised that I was asked for help. I always loved dogs so it shouldn’t be a problem for me, although I wasn’t a veterinarian by no means. Trying to be grateful for her hospitality, I went to the second floor, not noticing any red flags about this whole, strange situation. I walked the surprisingly long and dark corridor, feeling my heart thumping hard. It’s only a dog, right?

I knocked on the door, realizing it wasn’t necessary, remembering that I’m helping just an animal. Then I realized something. Why the dog had his bedroom in the first place? Or perhaps it was just a room that he liked to hide in. Not hearing anything coming out, I slowly opened the door, peeking inside. My eyes opened wide in sheer terror, after seeing something that shouldn’t ever take place. I just couldn’t believe it.

A rather small and noticeably chubby dog was sitting at the computer desk like a human, staring at the screen with one hand on the mouse, clicking furiously. But his looks and technical skills weren’t the things that surprised me, but what he was currently doing with the other arm. It was so bizarre I couldn’t stop staring, breathing heavily. Was I high or something? Or did that sweet old lady put something in my meal?

The weird dog violently masturbated, stroking the relatively small dick at thunderous speed, like he tried to build a fire. I couldn’t run away, standing there stupidly, not making any sound. I’ve noticed that Courage was clicking at various pictures of many bitches. Canine kind. I managed to step back, making a loud, creaking sound. The pink dog looked at me, before looking down at his cock, then back at me. He quickly covered himself, yelping at me in gibberish like he tried to talk to me but just couldn’t.

“Relax, buddy. Your owner asked me to help you out, whatever troubles you. But I see that you’re already taken care of your little problem.” I said to him, not wanting to cause any more panic in this profusely inconvenient situation. Maybe the old lady will believe me that nothing is going on, but perhaps she asked me to ‘take care’ of him, whatever she meant. Normally I would refuse, but there was something so primal about that dog, so powerful so I just had to dig further. Maybe it was just his smell, but I needed to pet him at the very least.

I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. After sitting on the wooden floor with my legs crossed, I reached my hand toward his head. Courage still covering that small member, he slowly approached me, letting to pet him. I rubbed him gently, enjoying his warmth radiating from a such small body, his scent attacking my nostrils. Pure musk and a lot of sweat. I noticed how unfit he was, chubby and plain dirty. When I kept touching him, he eventually couldn’t resist and started furiously masturbating once again.
“Oh, come on!” I sighed, trying to look away but I was staring at his groin anyway, so fascinated by his speed and stamina. The pink dog kept grunting and squawking like a typical canine, before spurting out large drops of white jizz, now covering the bare floors. Courage wheezed, calming down and his cock finally softening. Thinking that I’d helped him enough I was ready to leave, before looking at him once again, surprised beyond imagination. His red dick, smaller than mine, was flaccid for maybe a few seconds, tops. Now hard again, throbbing violently and ready for more action.

“You still have some problems, don’t you, buddy? I guess I’ll have to stay here longer and do whatever I can so you’ll stop scaring that sweet old woman. Now, what do I do…” I asked myself, embracing him to rub the rest of his whole body, knowing it will not work. I just had to start from somewhere, not trying to grasp his cock too quickly, feeling it was way too sensitive at the moment.

I rubbed his back, encouraging him to do what he must. Soon later, his arm moved once again, slow at first. The dog wheezed, completely out of shape, all sweaty and retching because of that. I didn’t feel violated by his potent smell by no means, quite fascinated by it to be frank. Before I could react, he suddenly embraced my leg, humping violently against it, panting all the time. Shocked, I just sat there and let him impregnate my limb. A small joke I had in my head at the time.

His tiny cock was rock hard, twitching with anticipation, leaking clear fluids soaking into the material, while some drops splashed against the wood below. I was fixated by his movements, surprised how the fat little dog had so much energy with him, able to be so horny all the time. Before it barely started, Courage jizzed all over my leg, squeaking loudly, and collapsed onto the floor with legs up, floppy penis still twitching. Somehow I knew that tiny shaft would be flaccid only for a few short moments.

Once his soft belly was now fully exposed, I reached towards it and massaged it with my hand and scratching the furred surface with my nails. Such a peculiar little creature, with an impressive endurance. Having a few moments of relaxation and silence, I counted the seconds before he would be eventually ready for more. After about thirty seconds, his tiny member throbbed several times, pumping blood into it and making it rigid for yet another time. I only wondered what he was going to do next time.

Courage the dog wheezed heavily, drooling all over the flooring, looking exhausted but still paradoxically prepared for further humping. He suddenly grasped my arm, climbing it with a surprisingly high amount of skill. For a small dog, he was shockingly heavy and now I worried that he would not break my limb. I helped him out to do whatever he wanted to achieve, now taking a seat right on my shoulders.

“Are you comfortable there, buddy? Maybe you should just take it easy and… and you’re jerking off again, of course.” I sighed loudly, letting out a small chuckle afterward, not feeling even remotely mad or disappointed. This whole bizarre situation made it look like a fever dream, which I genuinely enjoyed, no matter how strange that was. His slim legs hang freely near my chest, swaying from side to side. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing those little beans, forgetting that the dog himself was violently stroking his pink dick, with a ridiculously long tongue flopping out of the massive maw. I peeked at his groin, not able to look away from his paw, pleasuring himself with pure, feral strength. Without any warning, Courage howled into my ear, spurting out a few drops of canine cum right onto my cheek.

“Damn, you’re quick. Now I’m sure that’s enough for now, right? Right?” I asked again, looking into his eyes, then between his legs again. Not surprised anymore, I’ve watched in real time how the temporarily small penis grew within seconds, like a balloon being pumped with air. Shaking my head, I decided not to question his stamina anymore, trying to place him down on the floor to think about what to do next. Before I tried to catch him, he did something I couldn’t expect to happen. That little bugger assaulted me!

The pink dog climbed onto my head, grasping both of my ears, and positioning himself for the attack. He guided that rock-hard shaft right into my mouth, which I didn’t keep closed. I somehow wanted this to happen, curious how he tastes like, how that throbbing feels against my tongue. Additionally, I was so intoxicated by his powerful scent, I only craved for more. I’ve watched his fat belly hitting my nose each time he thrust. I immediately fell in love with that stupid, chubby, and smelly little dog.

Courage shoved an entirety of his rigid, thick shaft between my lips, trying to do most of the work, but I still tried my best to help him out. The pointy-tipped dick throbbed against my swirling tongue, which wrapped around the member, squeezing it hard. The smell and taste were pungent, so I had to take all of it for myself, being greedy about it. Before I satisfied my cravings, the dog jizzed inside my mouth, right before jumping on the floor. My eyes bulged, when I coughed some of it out, taken by surprise, suddenly dropping onto the floor, and taking deep breaths.

“Ooof. Damn, buddy, you could warn me at least. Now, are you done yet? I would love to finally go home.” I told him, but the dog suddenly disappeared from my sight, but I felt his presence, right behind me. While I was on all fours, I became a perfect target for his endeavors. I didn’t plan this, but somehow this was what I deeply wanted, knowing my desires and myself. Still, that dog surprised me once more.

With unusual, primal strength he pulled my pants down right to my ankles, exposing the entirety of my bare ass right to him. I couldn’t muster up any plea for help, knowing it will last half a minute tops. I braced myself, trying to adjust for that dog, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible with such little time. Courage climbed by back, shoving the whole stiff shaft right into me, without any preparation. I let out a long gasp, losing my breath for a second. With thunderous speed, he kept humping me, slapping my ass cheeks with that rather small ballsack of his.

I wheezed, taking all of his scent, consisting of heavy musk and sweat, produced in massive quantities for such a tiny canine. I already felt exhaustion growing in me, doing my best not to collapse like there and then. Courage penetrated me with feral strength, able to spread my inner muscles, massaging my prostate with sheer skill. And when time passed, Courage the dog whined loudly, twitching with the entirety of the flabby body, jizzing profusely into my asshole. After a long groan, the dog fell right onto the wooden flooring, like a swatted fly. I looked back, putting my pants on, seeing a completely satisfied dog, with tongue flopped on the side and eyes closed.

“Finally…” I sighed, rubbing his chin delicately. And when I thought it was all over, Courage suddenly opened his eyes wide.

“Oh no…”

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