****** A Dog Wrestler's Letter Compilation by Dog Wrestler ******
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A Dog Wrestler's Letter Compilation


These are letters written to a friend about my experiences within the last two
years.

I. The Barn and reunion (Rasslin' Riki)

Meanwhile, about the dog I picked up. It's been really interesting. I wanted to
give you the next installment, I thought it'd would be more fun to get in
pieces, but there was one other incident that I need to tell you about that was
very exciting and just came out of the blue.

Over the weekend, I was with a friend and we were at a farm to visit his
girlfriend. The farm is about 20 miles east of here. His girl friend keeps her
horses there. She's a flight attendant for Lufthansa I think. Anyway she has
this rather oversized collie which is always jumping all over everyone. She
let's it run when she's out there. Now the history is that several years ago
she was leaving this animal with my friend when she left town. My friend had to
suddenly leave town and I was left to take care of plants, other pets, and
Riki. At the time Riki was under two years old or so I'd guess. He was not
bulked out like he is now. But, on the last day my restraint was overcome and I
stripped down and tried to roughhouse with him. He played a little, but I was
simply too strong and I guess intimidating because it ended up with me just
putting head scissors after head scissors on him and easily rolling him to the
ground. He whimpered and just laid still each time, so I lost my hard on and it
was very disappointing. Since that time I'd seen him a few times and he'd been
very submissive. But probably a year and a half have passed when we met again
this time. He has filled out nicely and is a nice strong, much broader (even
for a collie - he's broad by any canine standard). He looked much sturdier and
able to take punishment. And he had either forgotten me and the beating I had
administered or he'd lost his fear and was ready to challenge his old
adversary, but from the start he was jumping on me as well as everyone else
like old times. The difference now is that when he hits you, you get pushed
backwards, he's probably up to 150 now. I know you're think 150 lbs. collie,
but I'm telling you, it's no joke. Well, everyone else was off down one of the
isles of stalls talking while I stayed behind. I had picked up one of the barn
kittens to look at when old Riki came down the isle I was still in. He must
have wanted to see the cat and believe it or not charged right between my legs
to look up at the cat! He had to actually shove my thighs a little apart to get
in and when he raised his head up to sniff the cat, he was rubbing directly
against my cock. Needless to say I got hard at that feel of a dog between my
legs. And with the added pleasure of the pressure on my cock I did the best I
could to make sure that we stayed in this position for a while.

Eventually though he got bored of the cat and moved away. By then I was HOT for
a rematch and wondering if Riki was ready to rassle! I could hear everyone over
on the other side and knew two things, one they weren't ready to walk back yet
and two, Riki and I couldn't start anything now in terms of a real match. But
it was just too much to resist and I had to see if we had the potential to get
it on again!

So I decided to try an experiment to test his interest in mixing it up with me.
I walked up to him (he was standing in the middle of the dirt isle) in what I
figured would be a really intimidating manner. I figured if he still remembered
how I whipped him the last time he'd be scared and he'd back up or slink away.
So I headed on a course that would put my cock and jeans zipper directly at his
face and snout and walked directly up to him, not stopping until the tip of his
nose was against my zipper. He didn't budge at my approach and didn't seem the
least concerned that I was basically rubbing my jeans against his nose. Here
have a good sniff I was thinking, I'd like you back between my legs where you
belong fighting for a breath. I was getting hot!

In fact after about 10 seconds with my crotch in his face he kind of calmly
proceeded to sniff. And much to my satisfaction he did a slow and thorough job,
checking my out pretty well. It was a very nice light massage and he got a good
note of my scent. He checked out pretty my crotch, between my legs, and pushed
firmly up between my balls and leg (again all through my jeans) which was quite
enjoyable. So far I though this was looking very good and I have to admit I was
really surprised. When he and I tried fighting before, he was a wimp but now he
didn't seem very concerned about the contact at all.

But this wasn't a definitive answer, as you know, having a dog sniff your
crotch is one thing, but lots of dogs that will active aggressive, melt away
when you get them into a ring to really fight and they get a man wrapped around
them on the ground. As you know I've had a lot of experience rassling,
dominating, and sex fighting male dogs. The number of animals that fight back
and aren't intimidated with heavy body contact is very small even among those
that are very secure and well treated. It goes against most of their training.
Police dogs are taught to attack, but they resist wrestling, they got for bite
and run. It's hard to find a big dog that will just tangle up and wrestle with
you. So I decided to try something else. Still hearing everyone on the far isle
sound like they were not heading back yet I decided to try another experiment
that I've found is usually pretty good at finding the dogs that are good
fighting candidates. I stepped around him and moved up directly behind and then
over him. This put him between my legs, with me straddling him, my jeans zipper
hard against the back of his shoulders, and his head coming to about my belt
line, thighs against his front shoulders, and legs touching all the way down.
He was ok with this first move so slowly shifted my weight to close my legs
against him.

This is normally when most dogs will get concerned and want to move and you end
up having to hold them back. The real candidates will stay. Riki looked up as
if to wonder what I wanted to do next and appeared more than willing to let me
mount him as if he were a miniature horse (remind me to tell you THAT
experience, the miniature stallion encounter, that was different). Wow, I
thought, he's REALLY changed. I had to scratch his ears I figured to keep him
there, and he was quite willing to sit between my legs and get his head rubbed.
I didn't know how much time was left, so I squatted down and kind of leaned
against him, with him still tight between my legs, now however my chest was
against his back and his haunches were between my upper thighs and against my
crotch. He stayed although as I leaned heavy against him, he had to adjust his
position to handle the weight, but he was able to take it, and seemed
unconcerned. With that I reached down around him and decided to let him know
that if he'd take this there were great rewards waiting and started lightly
rubbing his abdomen and kind of probing lightly for his sheath. I was able to
get a hold on it and pull up and down pretty vigorously. (I've found dog's like
their sheaths pulled pretty hard and quickly to get hard fast but most don't
like you playing with their balls. That I didn't know but a woman I've met who
does a lot of dog's explained it and I've found she's right. She's was nipped a
number of times for playing with the dog's balls, so she just sticks to the
sheath and cock and pulls quickly).

I felt his cock pop out a little among the hair. I could tell by feel alone
because the texture went from kind of heavy and dry to a wet and very soft feel
at the head of the sheath. Figuring we didn't have much time I tickled the head
of his cock and he liked that and wanted to get up and move around to face me.
I held him slightly in restraint as I played with him a while longer, putting
more of my weight on him and really getting wrapped around him just to get him
used to me and having me all over him, and it seemed to work. Then I stood up
and he returned wagging his tail and sniffing me. I could still hear everyone
sounding like they were not coming back yet, so I squatted down again and he of
course wanted more dick rubbing. He pushed back against me and kind of stood
perpendicular to me as I squatted still in the middle of the isle. I reached
easily up between his legs and felt the head again and tickled a bit and pulled
on the sheath a bit. Then I stood up, holding his collar and swung a leg over
him, leaned over his back, reached back with my other hand and started pulling
on his sheath and very lightly stroking his dick as it emerged.

I tried to lower my chest against his back and bend my legs to let him take
more of my weight so I kind of took a riding position on his back. But I was
still holding most of my weight on my legs, but putting a fair amount on him -
I wanted to reinforce that getting this reward was predicated on some heavy
contact and he was fine with it all. We continued this little encounter for
maybe three to five more minutes. By the end of our session we'd accomplished
several things, first he was having a great time and squirting prodigious
amounts of precum. My hand was getting really soaked with the stuff. But most
important from my perspective was that I had probably 50% of my weight on his
back. While he was having trouble keeping me in the air for that long it was an
excellent sign that he had the strength and power to be ridden. This is a
prerequisite for a good wrestling opponent to be able to mount and ride them
and not worry about them getting hurt. I look for dogs that aren't fragile and
when we get together I can pretty much attack unrestrained and not worry about
hurting them. So I needed to establish whether Riki could absorb the punishment
I had in mind. It looked that for short periods he could support me, but if I
wanted him down, riding him was a sure way to get him on the mat. In fact there
are few dogs that can take a man riding them for any period of time. I've only
encountered a couple of mastiffs and a wolfhound that was really big enough to
handle me and not finally give in when I rode them. The most common sex
fighting dog for most of the men and women I know is the St. Bernard, and I've
always been able to collapse them with a good ride.

But to further test Riki's tolerance for battle I put some inward leg pressure
on, like a scissors. This was just to make sure he understood what was up and a
bit of what he was in for if we could get a private spot to get at each other.
He handled the scissors pressure well so given the amount of time we'd been at
this I figured we needed to break. The next step we needed to go to would
require Riki and I to be able to focus on each other and be assured of privacy.
So I stepped off him and wiped my hand on some near by hay. He followed me
around pretty closely for a while. I went to the wash rack and washed my hands
off. I tried to restrain my impulse to start feeling him up again and tried to
slowly us wind down. We stayed close for the next half-hour or so before we
drifted away. It was clear wanted to carry on too and it was clear he wanted to
get with me when we could so now it was up to chance.

My chance to engineer that encounter came much sooner than I imagined. Later
that afternoon my buddy and his girl decided we needed beer. We were all going
to go but they couldn't find Riki. I volunteered to look for him while they
went (what I great guy I am!) and much to my pleasure they decided that would
work and I thought wow already! They left and I went on a frenzied search with
a hard on growing in what was an exciting race against time. It took me 15
minutes however to find him, and when I did, he was in a field about 200 yards
from the main buildings. There was a shed there filled with pine shaving that
are used to bed the stalls, so actually it was a pretty good location for our
next encounter except that it's mid afternoon, and the building only has three
sides. The upside to that was that the open side faced into woods, so I had to
take my chances if I wanted to have some action. I managed to get his attention
and when he saw me he came bounding up. We immediately got to it as I felt
pressed for time, and I was very pleased that Riki was more than willing to
immediately got to heavy petting without wasting time on foreplay.

Since I figured we didn't have much time I'd just see if he had the makings of
a good sex fight partner and so I opened our encounter as he trotted up by
grabbing his collar and immediately swinging my leg over his back. As soon as I
had him straddled I bent my knees to bring me into contact with his back;
leaned over and let my hands go straight between his legs. He got the idea
quickly too. I pulled at him and in seconds he had several inches showing. I
stepped off and considered my options. The way the building was situated I
couldn't see the approaches, but I could hear fairly well, and would have some
warning. And I really needed more direct contact. I decided that I could at
least lose the pants and I'd leave the briefs on so I could have fewer clothes
to put on in the event of being discovered. With that I unsnapped my jeans and
unzipped them, but then had a hell of a time getting them over my Nikes.
Finally I took off the Nikes and got the jeans off.

Riki watched all this with reasonable interest, and when possible sniffed at
the bulge that was my hard on under my briefs. He seemed genuinely excited that
we were going to really get at each other finally. Pants off, I grasped his
collar and swung a leg over and went to work between his legs. Once he was
standing for the dick massage, I put more weight on his back, and as I stroked
him harder I basically pulled my legs off the ground and pinned my legs tight
against his sides. He worked hard but eventually couldn't hold my weight and we
fell sideways. He squealed some, as I suppose something hurt, but basically we
hit the ground and he was scrambling to get up and I to get him between my
legs. I won that little struggle and got him on his back and I got on top of
him straddling him. We stayed in this position of about 20 seconds then I
reached back and rewarded his "bravery" with more pulls and quickly he was hard
as a board. I let him up; he rolled over, bounced up, and then started bouncing
around in front of me, barking and snapping, tail wagging. HE WANTED TO WRESTLE
MORE! Yes I thought, but the noise. I grabbed at his collar and got it and
pulled him tight into a headlock dropping on one knee next to him. Now man and
dog struggled in a good old fashion wrestling match. He was literally dragging
me backwards. I managed to trip him however and got him on his side still in a
headlock, with my elbow on the ground and side over him pinning between my side
and the ground. Once I had him pinned and we stayed motionless for about 20
seconds again, I "rewarded" him with more dick pulls. He started shooting pre-
cum all over the place, but mostly on my hand).

I let him up, and in standing up, he jumped up on me front legs around my
waist, and haunches wrapped around my right leg and started pumping away
against my thigh. I turned this into a standing headlock, and while he pumped I
snapped his head back and forth, and bent us over and basically worked on
getting him used to the feel of being in a headlock and being slung around. He
seemed to feel that absorbing some punishment was worth hammering away at my
leg, so on we struggled. Finally, we fell and I ended up on my back. Riki
jumped me and as we struggled, Riki standing over me, nipping at my arms and I
trying to grasp his neck, I wrapped my legs over his haunches and tightened
down. I pulled myself up against him, and within seconds the feel of the
struggling dog against my crotch was too much, and I felt the rush of cum
shooting out and the warm feel of the cream against my skin. We struggled for a
few seconds more, and I dropped away. Riki was ready for more but I had shot my
load. My briefs were soaked between my cum and the pre-cum he'd shot all over
them. My one leg was covered, and I had dog hair all over me. I'd have to say
that it was Riki 1 and me 0, so a rematch was in order! But I needed to start
cleaning up. I was out in the open with out my pants or shoes on, with cum and
pre-cum draining all over my one leg, briefs dirty and wet, back covered with
shavings, chest covered with dog hair, breathing heavy, and dick residing. What
a picture if I get caught now. And I've got a dog with a six inch hard on with
me. I figured this was not the way to be found. I wiped off my leg as best I
could, pulled of the wet briefs, wadded them up and managed to toss them into a
trash can and got my pants on when I hear everyone calling. I got my shoes
tied; hair straightened up and then strolled up to see everyone. As best I can
tell no one has any idea. Since then, Riki and I have met more two times, but
there's just been too many people around and no real opportunities to get down
to business. But on both occasions we were both able to establish that we want
to get at each other some place where there won't be any interruptions and we
can get at each other big time.

II. Cheryl's House

It was nice to find out that some others thought the encounters were worth it.
I hit a dry spell the last few weeks, Riki's either not been at the barn or I
haven't had time to go, or haven't been invited. But two more opportunities
have come up now, so we're back on track. The first occurred late July. I was
invited to Cheryl's house (not her real name actually but I DON'T want to be
found out!), she owns Riki. She was having a barbecue and Joe (my friend and
her boyfriend) and I was invited along with 4 other people. Riki of course was
there. With the people and all the festivities it didn't seem like Riki and I
could get together but I wanted to see the big dog anyway. When I arrived, he
of course did his jump up thing as now I assume he figures he's got carte
blanche to have goes at me. But actually he was no more or less aggressive with
me that he was to Cheryl. He didn't jump up on any of the other guests and
Cheryl's comment was that he seemed to "really like me." Little did she know
how well we knew each other.

The party was in Cheryl's back yard, on her deck, and off and on I'd encounter
Riki. Each time I'd give him a pet. In fact on one occasion while talking to
others he came and stood watching out into the yard while I scratched behind
his ears and over his back. Of course it was right in front of a lot of people
so I kept my hands on his neck, back, and I scratched his butt hard a few
times, but all very "on the up and up." My legs were on the ground and he was
never in between them. I did notice during the course of the evening, as it got
dark and the party rolled on that sometimes as people went in and out, Riki
would follow them in. I went to the rest room twice but both times without us
running into each other. Then, about 10:30 or so, I went in again. The house is
small, with a living room, dining room kind of in one large room where the
front door is. So if you walk in the front door you're in the living room/
dining room. Immediately on the left is a hallway. It leads to the kitchen on
the right, a bedroom on the left, and the bathroom, across from which is the
utility room with the washing machine and dryer. And there's room for a freezer
and storage on the other, then further back down the hall is the master
bedroom.

I went to the restroom, and when I came out, Riki was standing in the hallway.
We sort of looked at each other, and I suddenly had this tingling in my crotch,
like I needed him between my legs. I needed the feel of an animal struggling to
get free of my thighs. The feel of being able to dominate and control it with
my body. Wow, what a snap and rush.

And here was my wrestling partner just standing there waiting for a queue from
me that we could "get it on." So despite our "distant" relationship during the
evening, he was clearly ready to resume our secret if I'd invite him. Clearly
we weren't going to get a chance to really fight we didn't have any time or
space and all the people made this worst than the barn. But my sudden desire
made for a desperate need for at least a taste for combat against him, just a
brief struggle to keep the interest level way up for both of us.

So I had to come up with something fast. I first thought of the bathroom, but
it just wasn't adequate for a man and large dog to roughhouse in. So I settled
for the utility room across the hall. It had another advantage besides more
room, it also had a door to the outside. If we heard someone coming in, we
could beat it out the side door and appear at the party with some excuse of
exploring where the door led.

Having decided I became almost faint with the rush of excitement of even this
brief encounter. I stepped across the hall and into the utility room. I waited
and Riki followed. That I thought was an interesting sign because I had not
enticed him, he came on his own.

We faced each other in the room and he started to dance around a bit throwing
his head like he might bark. That I thought would not be good, so quickly I
quieted him and pushed the folding louvered doors to the hall way closed, at
least buying us a little escape time. I turned my back to check the door and
make sure it was unlocked. Bending down to take a look at the knob I must have
presented too good a target for Riki to pass up, because my head was driven
into the door as he jumped me. I went down on one knee, and he was all over me.
He had his left front over my left shoulder, but his right front just missed
and was under my right arm pit. Despite this, he had me clamped pretty good and
with the door pushing my chin down into my chest, basically he had me pinned.
He had me mounted and was up against me, but I couldn't feel any real erection
against my back, or hard thrusting. Basically he just was mounted on me,
straddling me, and kind of rubbing his crotch against me. I dropped to both
knees, and then to all fours, all of, which just allowed him to further get
control of me, shoving my head further under my neck and against the door, so
he was still very much in charge. I remember wondering if he was learning from
our fights and improving or was he just lucky. I was hoping he was improving,
because I was finding it exciting that he could turn the tables on me, and pin
me since up to now, I felt I had the distinct advantage in our fights. He'd
only got me down once in the shavings shed, and I'd gotten him three or four
times over the years, so it looked at this point as though my lead in fights
won was cut down one again. I tried to, get turned, and my struggling under him
seemed to serve to excite him more and more. I finally fell to my side and he
was complete over me. He managed to land on all his legs and thus I was
directly under him, trapped by the wall, the corner, the washing machine, and
the door. He was straddling me, kind of growling like dogs do when they're play
fighting, his front legs over my left shoulder, my hips directly under his
crotch and between his back legs, and his head looking directly down on mine.
He would nip at my neck and ear, but he always just grazed me, never really
connecting. It was a little disconcerting, but I realized that fair was fair,
and he'd beaten me and if I wanted him as a regular fighting opponent then I
had to take the loss and let him have his moment of dog dominating man. And the
domination seemed to really energize him. In more than just nipping. He by this
time was showing a lot of pink. So I did what the "loser" was supposed to do, I
reached down and stroked his dick. He got more excited, and I stroked more and
really wished I had him between my legs to squeeze and make him yelp. The
thought of him yelping in panic and desperate to get out from between my legs
was very exciting and a turn on. Dishing out punishment to the dog. But he'd
taken his in the past from me and it seemed it was my turn to take some
punishment from him and he was dishing it out. As I stroked him I realized that
if I got him too excited he'd start shooting pre-cum, which I began to feel
oozing just a bit, and if someone came in, I was in a difficult position to
explain. So I thought I ought to get out of the spot. I stopped stroking him
and just laid still. After, biting at me for a short time, he stopped and just
stood over me. Finally, he managed to pull himself back, stepping on my neck in
the process and later I discovered leaving a couple significant scratch marks.
Backed off now, I got up slowly. He was back to friendly Riki now wagging his
tail. I stepped beside him, and rubbed his ears. We needed to leave, but I just
desperately needed to feel him between my legs. So in kind of a dirty trick
Pearl Harbor, I suddenly swung my right leg over his back and bent over his
back. He instantly started his play growling again knowing we were wrestling
again. I hugged his chest and kind of wrapped my self around him, but it wasn't
really satisfying. I needed more, with a fight to go with it, just having body
contact wasn't enough, and we could just have sex. So I bear hugged him and
tried to stand up, pulling him up on his hind feed. He was growling and
snapping at me over each shoulder, I kind of threw his chest against the top of
the washing machine, and bent him over it. Once I got him there, I slid my arms
under his front legs and tried to get them up behind his neck in a full nelson,
which I managed with some effort. Now I had my struggle, and I was able to
tighten my hold and at the same time, straddle his lower back and get my legs
around his torso and in front of his hind legs with my crotch hard against his
back. This felt WONDERFUL, he was growling and turning but totally under my
control. I had a nice scissors on him and I was getting a good crotch rub from
his back. The only thing that was wrong was that I wasn't stripped down at
least to just wrestling briefs so I could feel the animal's muscles against
mine. But there were limits! I had my ankles locked and realized that this
position was unstable unless we were on the ground, but there really wasn't
room. And we'd been gone a long time and needed to be getting back, so I let
go. Riki, dropped to the ground and was really fired up. He was definitely
ready to have a go with me for a third fall, but there was just no way. We'd
get caught for sure. So I started brushing all the collie hair off me, and I
pulled the folding doors open. The house was quiet. I wanted out, but Riki had
the way blocked. Each time I tried to pass, he'd nip at me and block the way
(all the while his tail was wagging though). Man, I really wanted to just set
up some pads on the floor, strip, and let us have at each other big time. We
just needed a nice clear spot where no innocent bystanders would get hurt,
nothing would get broken (expect one of us maybe), and just battle it out and
squirt cum at each other. But this was NOT the place or time. Finally I had to
give him a sharp NO, and he kind of backed off. I got past him, turned and gave
him a pet and headed out the door and back to the party, still cleaning off dog
hair, brushing off my jeans (thank goodness I had jeans on and not nice slacks)
and tucking my shirt back in. I got back and joined the crew. Cheryl asked if I
was ok, and I said yes, just a little stomach trouble was my excuse for being
gone so long. *Yeah, well maybe a little lower than the stomach, hard on
trouble when I get one on one with your dog was what I was thinking." Later
Riki wondered out via his dog door, and we crossed paths several more times
that evening. Each time I went to great lengths to be nice to him and pet his
head, so he understood the NO I gave was just for the moment. I wanted him to
know that when we got alone again if he wanted to get rough and aggressive, the
normal rules didn't apply. There would not be a master - dog relationship just
two male predators exhausting primordial instincts for the hunt, the fight, the
kill, and to dominate the other. And I think we understand each other and the
rules. At least it's looking good. Following that encounter, we ran into each
other at the barn. Cheryl was riding and Joe was working with her. Riki and I
met at the end of one of the stall rows at the back of the barn. With only
Cheryl, Joe, myself, and Riki at the barn I felt we could engage in some light
contact, but nothing extensive yet. So while I could hear them in the indoor
arena, I sat up on two bales of hay that were stacked on each other and called
him over.

When he came, I immediately situated him to be sitting directly in front of me
and started scratching his ears hard (which he likes). While doing this I
directed his nose to my crotch. I had unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans and
pulled them open enough to allow access to the head of my dick through nothing
more than my cotton briefs. And I pushed my dick head through the slot so it
was exposed. While petting I directed his nose into contact with my dick. He
sniffed it, and after I kept pressure on his head with the scratching he did
give me a few licks, but I couldn't keep him interested. So I stopped
scratching, pushed him back, stood up, zipped up and he and I walked back to
the room where Cheryl and the other's kept all their riding gear (a tack room I
believe is the term). There I found some vegetable oil and poured a plastic cap
full and secured several paper towels. Then Riki and I made the trip back to
the end of the stall row. Joe and Cheryl were still working, and I sat back
down. Riki was ready to move on to other things, so I had to literally grab him
and tell him to SIT in order to get ready. I unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled
my now soft cock back up. I then pulled and draped the big dog back around in
front of me. This wasn't the charged romantic-erotic-sex encounter it had
started out to be. It was frustration. When we started, since there was not
wrestling Riki hadn't gotten his signal to get turned on, and he though I was
just petting and he wanted to either have a sex fight or go chase small
animals. On the other hand, I want him to give me some head and I needed it. So
we had to establish that we didn't ALWAYS have to fight to have sex though I
admit that is the most satisfying way for us to do it. He was standing, but I
told him to SIT and he did. I smeared a bit of vegetable oil on my cock, pushed
his head between my legs and started scratching his ears. Finally after kind of
pulling away several times, he smelled the oil, and found the source on my dick
head, and started licking. We kept this up for about 10 minutes, and I was able
to get a nice hard on. I got the build of my dick exposed, and finally taking a
chance, pulled my pants down enough to put oil on the shaft and on some of my
balls and let him lick it. While he was working my balls with my dick laying on
his snout and up between his eyes, I came and squirted cum on his head between
his ears. I let him finish me off, and clean off the head and get the remainder
of the cum, and then I cleaned up. He sat there my cum on his head. I had read
in someone else's account on the web of where the guy jacked off on the dogs
head, I really liked the look and notion of my cum on his head. I'd kind of
"marked" my territory, and it was a dominance thing. He'd emptied his rocks all
over me in the shavings shed, and now at least he paid me back by taking a load
from me in the face. But I figured like the other person had that it would not
take long to figure out someone came on the dog. That would be the cause for
some questions we didn't want, so I reached over with the paper towels after
cleaning my self up and swiped the most visible cum off him. Gosh it looked
good, nothing like a wad of your cum on your dog partner. And we went back to
the crew, no one is yet the wiser. It's now early August and it looks like Riki
and I may have the chance soon that we've been training for. Joe takes care of
Riki while Cheryl's gone each week on her flights. But in the coming week, Joe
has to go out of town one night. They asked me if I'd drop by and let Riki out,
feed him and give him a little company just for that one evening. Good guy me,
I said I thought I could. I get a hard on just thinking about, we're gonna go
at it big time that night. It will be a night to remember, and I plan to spend
the night and take the next day as a vacation day since I don't expect to get
any sleep. We're got rassle, fight, and squirt cum at each other all night!

III. Alone at last!

We finally got at each other again, but it's taken a LONG time, and the wait
and frustration has been great. My original plan was to take care of Riki when
Joe and Dana left town, but then one of Dana's friends who lives next door
offered and they took the option, so no chance.

In the ensuing weeks we've had not chances to get together at the barn. Too
many people, or I don't make it. But I've fantasized about having more contact
with the big dog and the urges are great.

Joe and Dana left town again last week for the weekend but I didn't have a
chance to become involved in the plan for Riki "care," but it turned out to be
another case that being lucky is better than being good. On Sunday afternoon, I
was in Walgreen's when, Dana's neighbor what was feeding Riki and I ran into
each other. We spoke briefly, and the main point that came out of the chance
encounter was that she was late for a get together, Riki needed food and to be
fed because Dana and Joe were due this evening, and she was malfunctioning
trying to get it all done. Being the generous person I am, I volunteered to
feed Riki and thus became the "hero" (little did she know). Martha gave me the
keys to Dana's and off she went. The plan was that I'd pick up some food for
him, feed and water him (and I had a plan to "feed" him more ways than one),
and drop the keys back in Martha's mailbox.

With Martha on her way, I zipped over to the grocery store and picked up the
big bag of dry dog food. But on the way out, I picked up a can of gourmet dog
food too. My plan was forming! I swung by my house and picked up a pair of
comfortable Speedo briefs to wear (I've learned in wrestling with these big
dogs that its best not to have your balls and dick dangling out when you're
rassling if they start nipping. So I've learned to wear some wrestling briefs
and fight with them on,, until I get the monsters pinned, then I take them off
when I put it to them as I go for my victory reward. Nothing like a really big
strong dog, struggling and fighting desperately but helpless in your full
nelson, while you ream him out!

I drove back to Dana's, parked in the driveway, and hoped that when I got out
all the neighbors weren't looking. I felt very self conscious as if my motives
for being here were somehow written on a billboard on the top of my car. And I
had a ferocious hard-on already in anticipation of having that big brute
between my legs struggling.

I walked to the front door, and Riki, was in the back yard, and came bounding
up to the gate on the breezeway that separated the garage from the house. The
breezeway was fenced also, I assume so he could be left outside in the back to
run on nice days.

At this point it was about 5:15 on a beautiful fall afternoon. The shadows were
just getting long from the big trees in the back yard. It was still very light
out though, so as I put the dry bag of food down in the kitchen, I concluded
that we'd not be able to fight outside (unless I didn't mind the chance that
the whole neighbor hood would observer). I started to look around the house
(the same one from our last encounter in the laundry room) for a place that
would have room enough for us to get at each other full tilt, and at the same
time not threaten damage to anything but ourselves.

As I did my search I realized I hadn't let the big brute in yet, and why not
search with him in here so we could have a little foreplay! So I stripped in
the bathroom and put on my wrestling briefs, went into the kitchen, opened the
gourmet dog food and smeared it inside my briefs all over my cock and balls,
wiping my hand on my briefs to clean the off.

Then I went to the back door and let my opponent in. He came through the door
like a freight train, tail wagging, and all excited, probably ready for dinner.
He seemed to recognize me right away, and his tail wagged furiously. I turned
my back to walk back to the kitchen and he immediately came up to me, stuck his
nose through my butt, and between my legs, and took a good sniff. I stopped and
braced myself in the doorway, and he probed some more. He quit, and I looked
back, and he was hopping around behind me, looking excited. I turned around,
and he stepped right up and started sniffing my crotch again from the front.
Immediately he started licking my briefs, but I couldn't tell with his long
hair if he had a hard on yet.

I quickly started to get really excited. I was ready to jump him but I could
just picture the damage to the living room that would result when I rode him
around. He'd be thrashing trying to get me off and then what would happen when
we charged each other and went down rolling over and over in a furious battle.
So I decided to find us a place to battle, and started to walk. He followed,
tripping me, with his nose sometimes pushing hard enough to be uncomfortable
from behind me and up into my balls.

I found the basement door, opened it, turned on the light, and started down the
stairs.

It was much cooler in the basement, especially for me, barefoot and dressed
only in wrestling briefs. Riki came right behind. When we got to the bottom of
the stairs, I looked around. The basement was used for storage, but Dana had a
area of it, carpeted with a sofa bed couch and television. I figured this is
where she and Joe came and fucked while they watched TV, so it would be a good
place for Riki and I to tangle for the same goal.

As I stood there, suddenly Riki jumped me, front legs around my chest, and I
almost fell. He had my thigh in a pretty good scissors, nipping at my face, and
humping my thigh. Let's go too I though, and managed to get an arm around him.
We struggled like a could of kids first learning to slow dance, bodies tight
against each other, but not following well. He was still humping and I was
trying for a bear hug. I couldn't get the hold, and finally summoning all my
strength, I shoved hard with my right arm managing to dislodge him, and sending
the big dog slamming down onto the rug. He was growling as he fell, and yelped
as he hit the rug, and again as I jumped on top of him. I hit flat on top of
him, and the force of my body hitting his knocked the wind out of him. It was
almost an audible grunt, so I knew I was doing some damage. With his body under
me I went for a choke hold and body scissors. In his stunned state the big dog
could only put up a weak resistance as my legs wrapped around him and my arm
closed around his neck, but as his wind came back he began to struggle
furiously. He wiggled very violently and despite locked angles, at lot of thigh
pressure, and all my strength and best efforts after about a five minute
furious battle on the mat he broke free. He was up faster than I, and jumped me
hitting me on the right shoulder almost managing to mount me.

I dropped to the floor with Riki clamped to my back trying to throw him off me.
Finally I twisted suddenly, and both of us fell on our sides. I scrambled to my
knees whirling to face him, and lunged, but missed. He rolled up and dodged my
lunge. Then at the same second we both had the same idea and lunged. He to his
left and me to my right and we crashed into each other, he had tried to jump up
to mount me and I had tried to come over on his back. We crashed into each
other my shoulder against his front chest. My arms wrapped around the thick
base of his neck and from shoulders, and his front paws skidded over my
shoulders burning the skin with his nails. Then we struggled, me on my knees,
he on his back legs and we danced around like two human wrestlers in a clinch,
Riki growling and my cursing and sweating. As we battled I realized how great a
fight we had going. Finally I threw him and leapt on his back. And we were on
the floor again and battling furiously.

For the next 10 minutes or so we battled on the floor, both hot, me sweating,
both getting frustrated at times. I threw some punches, Riki got mad an bit me
a few times and with each escalation we went at each other harder. But slowly
Riki got the upper hand. I kept trying for body scissors, but couldn't except
once hold them long enough to hurt him, and get him to yelp and get off me.

Finally both of us became defensive only and with neither attacking it was
clear that this fight was over of a while. My hands were cut, and I had several
bites, which were either going to be blood blisters or were open cuts. My
knuckles were cut from a couple punches I'd thrown and Riki had lost a tooth
from one of my punches to his mouth after he bit me.

It had been quite a fight and very satisfying.

IV: Jumping a new dog running loose in the neighborhood

Hey, I had a GREAT afternoon that didn't start off so well. Go off work early
and got home about 2:15 in the afternoon yesterday. I'm in a mood, been in and
out being hot for a few minutes, getting hard, rubbing my own dick. It was one
of those days when you're unsettled, and you know you want some kind of kink
action but nothing is coming to you.

Well I had about 5 hours to burn before New Year's party. I start up my
computer and decide to write a jack off story. As I'm doing this I'm watching
out the back through the trees to what used to be the fields behind us which is
now a subdivision under construction.

Well, low and behold, out there I see this brown and white dog running loose
out there. And it all just clicked I needed to hunt down that stray if I could.
I couldn't tell what it was, male or female, and how big, but it looked big
enough and I decided what I needed was some dog action or to at least try. So I
pulled off my jeans, slapped on some running shorts, a sweat shirt, and some
running shoes and took off down there.

The construction at the site closed down at noon so it was empty. I ran through
the streets looking. But I'd lost him/her. Man was I up, literally, and it was
a very frustrating experience. So I started back walking between the half built
stick houses and I see it near one of the partially built houses.

It sees me and I get its attention. It just stands there, I call, and it at
first won't come, but finally slowly does. It's male or neutered male, its got
a cock. Its dark brown and white, looks like a pointer of some type. Pretty
stout, and about probably 27 inches at the shoulder and has a collar.

I finally got to pet him, and managed over about a 5 minute period to lure him
into one of the houses, which had drywall up. We got into a back room, there
were windows in all the openings, but no doors or door hardware, drywall was up
on the walls through. We got in there and I started playing with him, rubbing
his back then his stomach and slowly rubbed back to his dick and between his
legs. He liked that and started to pay a lot more attention. So I rubbed pretty
aggressively and pink started to show and he was starting to drip fluid. I
stopped stroking him long enough to drag a piece of loose 4x8 drywall across
the door opening so we'd not be interrupted and he's not leave when we rough
housed and I took off my shorts and sweatshirt but left my briefs on. Since I
didn't know him I didn't want to have my cock out there and get chewed on by
this dog.

I dropped three pieces of drywall down to give us a nice smooth surface to be
on so that gave us a 12 x 8 wrestling mat so to speak and I went back to
feeling him up. I got him squirting and then stood up and tried getting on his
back. He squirted away so I went after him, finally grabbing his collar and
throwing a leg over him and coming down on his back. I didn't ride him for very
long before he dropped under me and then I just straddled him for a bit. He
gave up struggling under me pretty quickly. So I let him up. He didn't know
what to do now, I think he was confused, so I started feeling him up again and
stroking him. He got harder, showed a lot more cock and started dripping a
regular stream of clear fluid.

So I mounted him again and this time rolled him over when I got on top so he
was on his back and I kept feeling him up. He wiggled more this way and it was
a much better crotch massage than before.

I wrestled with him for about twenty minutes, I did some scissors, and head and
neck scissors until my hard-on was set. Finally I set a headlock on him and
laid him out and got on top of him, scooted up on his shoulders and neck and
jacked off on his face. When I got up, he got all excited and jumped up and put
his front legs around my waist so I kind of put a head lock on him. He started
humping my left thigh, so I held him in a headlock while he dry humped my leg
and finally he came. I wiped off the fluid and cum off my leg and just wiped it
on him, he still had cum from me on his head. I put on my shorts and sweatshirt
stood up the one drywall piece and tossed parts of one of the three I dropped
out the window and stood up the other two (they had lots of stains on them! I
wonder if anyone will figure out what happened) and took off back to the house
to shower. I felt A LOT better.

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