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I'll put in my opinion on these stories, as well as the artwork, and the
links on NuDog's site....they Rock! I've spent waaaay too many hours reading
though the site and all his links. Although they are all awesome, for me one
stands out as a "must read": http://www.furnation.com/teiran/  It's under
the Stories links as well, and I *highly* recommend you stop by when you
have a few hours to burn, or play, or paw off...of whatever you want to do.

Many kudos to NuDog and his friends for great stories!

Mikalahwolf


"NuDog" <nudog@yiffydreams.com> wrote in message
news:c57hjk$oq9$1@velox.critter.net...
> Hello all,
>
> I really do enjoy furry erotic stories, they  inspire me. Indeed, a lot
> of the drawings I do have an underlying narrative and character
> development I do on my own.
>
> There is a small erotic furry story archive emerging on my webpage, some
> of the stories have been the results of collaborations, or just talking
> out ideas with authors.
>
> There are links to yummy sexy remote stories by some author/friends:
>
> http://www.yiffydreams.com/~nudog/stories.htm
>
> including: Pylon Wolf, Badger, Teiran, NightCat, and Heartwood...
> as well as a small archive of stories I host on my page:
>
> http://www.yiffydreams.com/~nudog/Stories/Hosted%20Stories.htm
>
> which happens to be the exclusive location of the collected works of the
> furry erotica authors GreyBear, G-Dogg, Tredain, Bound Wolf, and others!
>
> I hope you enjoy all of these wonderful stories as I do, and please,
> support the authors by emailing them and letting them know!
>
> NuDog
>
> Included below is a sample of one of the MANY erotic stories you will
> find....
>
>
> Italian take-out
>
>
> By GreyBear
>
>
> This work of fiction is the intellectual property of its creator and is
> © Greybear (R. Samples) and may not be reproduced in any form without
> his express permission.
>
> Throwing a towel over one shoulder after stepping out from a warm and
> cleansing shower, the young dog glanced over at his reflection in the
> bathroom mirror and swept the hair back from his deep brown eyes. Except
> for the unruly long hair, he was pretty well pleased with his
> appearance; a well-formed body that was already beginning to show the
> typical solid-muscled bulk of his breed, which was Great Dane, along the
> large , full-muzzled head that rested upon a pair of massive shoulders.
> His chest was a compliment to those same shoulders, displaying a golden
> ring that pierced one nipple. Below that chest, there was a flat and
> fatless belly, the result of numerous abdominal crunches at the local
> gym. He looked with satisfaction at the big and thick cock ,inherited
> from his father, along with a pair of testicles you could use in a game
> of billiards. He turned towards the mirror for a better look,
> deliberately swinging his hips for the satisfaction of watching his
> prick swing back and forth , and then pulled the hair from his eyes one
> more time, cursing softly with exasperation. He had never been able to
> figure out where that part of him had come from, along with a curved,
> slightly bushy tail, and recalled there was an in-family joke about a
> Border Collie climbing the family tree with a ladder.
> But that long hair and tail were reasons his last boyfriend had found
> him so attractive ..not the only reasons mind you, just two of
> them...and he remembered one time when they were lying together on the
> floor of his room, both of them sweaty from a hot summer night and some
> even hotter sex, trying to cool off with a faint breeze that drifted in
> through the open window. He recalled beginning to drift off into a
> pleasant, dreamy sort of feeling......then being pulled back from its
> purple twilight by the sudden sensation of a familiar paw squeezing his
> cock eagerly." Dammit, Frank.." he had said, mildly irritated by the
> intrusion ,"You're gonna wear me out yet.....don't you ever get
> enough??." His boyfriend had given him another squeeze that began to get
> him hard all over again and replied, with a smile, "Guess I've gotten a
> bad case of the love-bug, Danny-Boy....is the Doctor in ??" Then it had
> been his turn to smile, and he replied, watching his prick rise up,
> "Well, it sure looks like he is!! How do you want to take your medicine?
> Orally? Or maybe you'd like to have an injection??" Frank had run a
> furry finger-tip around the rim of Danny's swelling cock-head and
> replied, "The doctor knows best!!" So he said "My diagnosis is that
> you've got it really bad... a shot from the love-gun is my personal
> prescription!!.......however, the doctor is kinda tired, so the patient
> will have to do all the work!!!" His lover had reached over to take a
> paw-full of lubricant and slathered it all over his now pulsating
> member, only stopping to ask, with a wink, "Do you think that it'll cure
> me??" "Hell, no!!!!....you're too far gone for that!! ..all I can
> promise is some temporary relief, you crazy cum-addict !!!!" After that,
> he recalled laughter, and being given a pole-ride that had made him buck
> like a wild bronco. Frank had gone off to an east-coast college four
> months later when got his scholarship, and that had pretty much put an
> end to their relationship.....except for the occasional letter or phone
> call.
>
>
> Now Dan was ,as they say, "up for grabs". There had been a couple of
> other affairs, the first one with a Doberman that faintly resembled
> Frank and was merely an attempt to relive the past. The second was a
> wild and quick romp with an Irish Setter, doomed from the start; all
> passion and fire but no real affection. The Setter enjoyed calling him
> "Danny-Boy", but he didn't care for it, because it kept reminding him of
> Frank. One day they had gotten into an argument over something totally
> stupid, and the other dog slapped him in a fit of pique, which was a big
> fucking mistake. But Danny knew his own strength, and held back from
> knocking the dumb- shit right through the living room wall. Thank the
> gods for his mild Great Dane temperament, he thought, other wise ,
> someone would have gotten hurt....and it damn sure wouldn't have been me!!
>
>
> He sighed and absent-mindedly finished drying himself off, then walked
> over to the bed, and lay face down naked on the sheets, trying to let
> his mind go blank. There was a fly in the room, and its buzzing was
> becoming intolerable. Danny wondered if jerking off might help him fall
> asleep, but after he played with his dick for ten minutes and got only a
> feeble soft-on , he decided it wasn't worth the trouble. Looking over at
> the clock, he noticed it was already a quarter past eleven. He hadn't
> had breakfast, and he never cared for brunch....he vaguely remembered
> Frank once telling him that the only difference between Breakfast and
> Brunch was that Brunch was served with a slice of orange. Danny
> involuntarily chuckled to himself and then felt even worse after
> realizing he would probably never see his old lover again. But his empty
> stomach told him that, regardless of his feelings, he needed to eat.
> Danny considered his culinary options....he wasn't in any sort of mood
> to cook, that was fucking sure....and that meant he would have pry
> himself off the bed ,get dressed, and go get something down the street.
> Climbing into an old and comfortable pair of corduroy shorts, he pulled
> a dark green tank-top shirt over his head. The shirt had a silk-screened
> image of a wolf on it who was wearing gold-earrings and a toothy
> grin....below that, the words "Howlapalooza Summer Festival" were
> emblazoned in a lighter shade of green.
>
>
> Slipping his feet into some leather sandals, the big Dane grabbed wallet
> and keys, and headed for the door, stopping only long enough to brush
> his hair into a semblance of order. After locking his apartment , he
> went down the two flights of stairs ,saying hello to the married couple
> that lived below him. They were an elderly pair of Newfoundlands, who
> were more than happy to have Danny there.....he once had to punch out a
> pushy salesdog who wouldn't take "no" for an answer, argued with the
> husband, and made his wife cry. When he came back upstairs after
> throwing the Something or Other-Mixed Breed Mother-Fucker into the
> gutter, they told him that, as far as they were concerned, he was the
> same as family and just like a son ."Such a nice young man", the wife
> had said, "and so STRONG, too!!" Danny knew he could chow down at their
> place anytime, because he had a standing invitation, but he hated to
> bother them....better to save it for special occasions, even though she
> made a roast-beef dinner that made him salivate just thinking about it.
> Reaching the sidewalk, he headed for one of his favorite spots to eat, a
> place called "Lupo's". It was a small restaurant with a great food and a
> take-out menu , owned and run by an Italian Wolf with a build on him
> that came from years of hard work, not only in the old country but also
> from taking care of the "ristorante", as he liked to call it . One day,
> they were having the "Carnivore's Delight", which was a pizza so big it
> almost wouldn't fit on the table top , covered two inches thick in
> home-made sausage and pepperoni, with just enough sauce and cheese to
> keep the meat from sliding off, garlic( sliced paper-thin )and a mere
> sprinkling of marinated peppers chopped fine ,when Lupo came over to the
> table and sat down with them. He told them that he was worried. He had
> to go back to Italy for a couple of weeks and was afraid that he would
> have to temporarily close the ristorante, although he couldn't afford to
> lose the money if he did. "I'm getting on in years ,boys, and this old
> wolf wants to see his home village one more time....but I just don't
> know what to do....the cook could do okay if I left for awhile, with a
> little help in the kitchen and someone to wait on the tables , but how
> can I afford to hire anyone???" Lupo sighed heavily and hung his head,
> placing both big paws over his graying muzzle.
>
>
> Danny looked at his friends and they at him. All strong gay dogs ,with
> well-muscled bodies ,and kindness in their hearts. Added to that were
> the tight bonds they had from growing up together and the affectionate
> respect of knowing each other's youthful bodies intimately. In the short
> and poignant moments that followed after the owners words, they met each
> other's eyes (no need to speak) , then noticed the shaking of Lupo's
> broad shoulders. Too proud to be seen crying, the weight of it all was
> almost too much for the old wolf to hold up under. Danny glanced around
> the table and got assertive nods from the other three that he would say
> what they all felt." Ah, hell, Lupo....you don't have to worry about
> it......we'll help run the place for you until you get back....won't we,
> guys??" "Shit, yes!!"....."No problem!!"....."Damn straight!!"....were
> the responses he heard from the others. Danny placed a strong , firm paw
> on the owner's shoulder. "You see, Lupo??? It's all taken care of!!"
> Taking the paws from his face, the aging wolf had an expression like he
> had just won a million dollars, tax-free." You...you boys really mean
> it??", he asked them," You don't mind helping me run the ristorante
> while I'm gone for a couple of weeks??" One of the other dogs suddenly
> spoke up. It was Paul, the Mastiff, and the closest dog in build and
> muscle to Danny." Two weeks, Lupo?..that's not enough !!..Why don't you
> make it a month instead?? One week for each one of us. How else will you
> be able to visit all those relatives you've talked about??" The owner
> looked at them all with an expression of love and gratitude and said, in
> a breaking voice , "Ah...grazie...you have such good hearts towards this
> old wolf!!....as they say in my bella Italia, "Finche c'e vita c'e
> speranza"......it means "As long as there is life, there is
> hope"......and now you have given me that hope..!!!" Lupo's eyes welled
> up with tears of pure happiness that were ready to come pouring down his
> furry cheeks, so Danny quickly turned back to the pizza and growled to
> his friends, " What's the matter with you guys, huh??...eat
> up!!.....this is the world's best pizza 'an it's gettin' cold..!!" The
> others mumbled and buried their muzzles in the huge slices, hoping no
> one would see them crying along with the old wolf, same as Danny was.
> Suddenly Lupo spoke, his voice still a bit shaky but happy. "Appetito
> vien mangiando ".....that is another saying in my homeland....it means
> "Appetite comes with eating"....so enjoy the pizza, my wonderful young
> friends.....allow me to make an important phone call, and I shall return
> to you" While the owner was gone, they had a quick discussion.
>
> A well- built Samoyed, on whose broad chest there was a thick gold
> chain, told the others, "Think we can pull this one off ??.....I mean,
> how many of us have ever worked in a food place before ?..Especially an
> Italian restaurant like this one???...except for Gordon here,"...and he
> motioned towards a large Boxer who was finishing up the final slice. "I
> know we can do it ,Doug...we have to do it.....",replied Danny, "didn't
> we promise Lupo we would?...and since when have we ever broken a promise
> ?.....anyway, it'll be way cool....all of us live close by and we'll all
> be working together, right??" Gordon the boxer swallowed the chunk of
> sausage he'd been thoughtfully chewing on, and said, "Yeah....we can do
> it...remember that we don't need to actually cook.....and as long as we
> keep our furry asses in gear, we can handle anything." No sooner were
> the words out of his mouth, than the owner came hurrying back ." I have
> wonderful news for you boys....a friend of mine has a young cousin who
> is visiting from Italy on a student exchange program and has offered to
> help ....would you accept him as a fellow worker???" All of the other
> dogs looked at Danny, who replied that another pair of helping paws
> would be great."Benissimo!!....oh, yes, I nearly forgot to tell you that
> tomorrow I take the flight to Italy.....so it is then that you must
> start ...do you mind??" Everyone told him that tomorrow was no big deal,
> they would be there first thing in the morning. "Ah! Molto bene, molto
> bene! Wonderful!!.....but there is a request I must ask of you....I wish
> for you to be kind to my friends young cousin...he is, how you say,
> rather different.." The four told him that they had no problem with that
> (whatever it might be) and the old wolf took on an expression of
> relief." Excellent! And now, please excuse Lupo, for I have much luggage
> to pack!!....by the way, do not worry yourselves, for there is another
> saying ,"L' unione fa la forza"....that means "In togetherness there is
> strength"......Arrividerci, my friends!!". All of them watched the wolf
> hurry off, singing happily in Italian.
>
>
> Doug asked the question first." Say, what do you guys think Lupo meant
> when he said his friend's nephew was "different"??" Danny shrugged his
> shoulders. "Who knows?.....I'm just glad for the extra help." And with
> that, everything appeared to be settled. All of them got up from the
> table and each walked to their various homes, belching happily as only a
> well-filled dog can do. Next morning, the four of them showed up at the
> ristorante, and were shown what to do by the cook, who was a slim, trim
> Italian Greyhound with hardened muscles by the name of Antonio....but
> insisted they call him "Tony". Everything went pretty smooth, and, as
> Gordon had said, as long as they kept their furry asses in gear they
> could handle anything. Even the friend's cousin was a good deal,
> because, as it turned out, he was also gay,and a Bernese Mountain Dog.
> Although he stayed in the kitchen because he had lots of experience in
> that area, he could be seen through the kitchen doorway smiling and
> laughing with the cook in fluent Italian, a black- silk bandanna around
> his head instead of a chef's hat like Tony wore .He wore a large gold
> earring in one ear and a diamond stud in the other, which made him look
> rather like an old-fashioned buccaneer when he stood in the middle of
> the kitchen-floor, paws on hips, and legs wide apart, his wide, cheerful
> grin showing a set of sharp, brilliantly white fangs. His name was
> Marco, and everyone liked him from the very start, although there was
> one thing that none of them could figure out.....what the owner meant
> when he said that his friend's cousin was "different". It wasn't the
> fact of being gay......Lupo had known that they were, and had known it
> for years. It didn't seem to interfere with his being friends with them,
> though, and the four of them dismissed it as unimportant. The workday
> came to an end much sooner than they had figured, mostly because they
> were busy enjoying the novel experience. Everything had been washed and
> swept, Tony telling them what a terrific job they had done, and taking
> "cook's privilege" to leave early.
>
>
> They were in the back storeroom getting ready to go, Danny, Douglas, and
> Paul stretching their muscles, when Gordon came hurrying in, his short,
> stubby Boxer tail vibrating madly with excitement. "Hey...you guys
> !!....I know what Lupo meant when he said that Marco was "different"..
> It's his cock!!! "Huh?...Whaddaya mean ??" " I was leaving the men's
> room when he walked down the hallway without that apron on and saw it
> ....must be ten fuckin' inches long and it's not even hard.!!"
> "Oh,yeah?"...."No shit?"... "You're just kiddin' "......."No, I'm not
> !!..if you think I'm joking around, just take a look when he comes in
> here, okay??" "We'll see, Gordie...we'll see" "Yeh...and if his crank
> isn't as big as you say, guess who buys drinks after work .." "Shut up
> you guys, here he comes now" Marco walked into the storeroom, not
> expecting to have four pairs of eyes checking him out . He stopped, took
> a step backwards in confusion, and asked if anything was wrong. Paul
> spoke first. "Ummm....Gordon there said you had a ten-inch cock, and we
> didn't believe him .... but it looks like he was right!!" Marco laughed,
> saying that it got even bigger than that when it was hard, and would
> they like to see it?? The rest of them told Marco that if he didn't mind
> showing it , they didn't mind seeing it ."All right...but I need someone
> to go and make sure the doors are locked...I don't want to interrupted
> in mid-stroke , if you know what I mean....and turn down the lights so I
> can get in the mood." With excited yelps , both Samoyed and Mastiff went
> to do what Marco requested, leaving the Great Dane and Boxer with Marco.
> "That's one helluva nice tool you carry", said Gordon ,rubbing his own
> dick absent-mindedly. "...that's because of my breed I guess...us
> Mountain Dogs are from Northern Italy, at the Swiss border where the
> Alps are.....seems like everything is big up there". "Whoops....there go
> the lights.!!. Doug and Paul should be back any second now" interrupted
> Danny, feeling his own dick begin to respond now as he watched Marco
> masturbate himself into a full erection.
>
>
> Back came the Samoyed and Mastiff all eager to see the show. "Did we
> miss anything??", they asked. "Nah...it's just startin' to get good.."
> replied Gordon fondling his well-formed Boxer cock. "Say, you
> guys....I've got an interesting proposition.." chimed in Doug. "Go on,
> Let's hear it", said Paul his ears perking up. "Ummm...since we've
> gotten this far, why don't we go all the way Y'know what I mean?" All
> the others certainly did, and said so. "Right...I don't know about the
> rest of you guys ....but my dick is ready to bust through my shorts, so
> off they come!!" Paul's shorts were tossed aside onto a stack of pasta
> boxes, and all the others followed his example. "Whew!....is it just me,
> or is it starting to get hot in here??", said Gordon, stripping off his
> shirt and tossing it onto the pile of shorts and pants. "You got that
> right ",added Danny, taking his off, too .Now they were stripped and
> ready for action, all smiles and hard eager young cocks. All of a
> sudden, another pair of shorts and a shirt with cut-off sleeves was
> tossed on the pile .Startled, they realized that they had forgotten
> about Marco, and turned to see the Bernese Mountain Dog standing there
> with a huge grin on his face and a hugely erect pecker in his paws.
> "Ho-lee-fuck-in-shee-yit!!" yelped Gordon, "Lookit the size of that
> wang.....I must be dreaming!!" But the astounded young Boxer was most
> assuredly not dreaming, for Marco's doghood was fully fourteen inches in
> length from base of shaft to tip of head....and it was the most perfect
> looking cock that any of them had ever seen. Smooth and cleanly
> sculpted, it begged to licked and stroked with lips and paws. Now the
> mastiff 's eyes widened in amazement..."Goddammm!!..Don't try and tell
> me you got it that big just by pissin' through it !!!" " Actually", said
> the Mountain Dog", I kind of pump it a lot". Douglas waggled his ears in
> near-disbelief." You must get lots of red-hot action with something like
> that", he said. Marco got a bittersweet expression on his face."
> Uhh..no, I don't.....you see , I'm a virgin." "WHAT??!!??" the others
> all said at once. " A VIRGIN!!!??" "Sunnuvabitch" yipped the Samoyed,
> "Go figure...the best dick in a hundred miles and he can't get any
> takers". "That's just the problem", Marco replied sadly, I can't get
> anyone to take it!!....all I ever get are lick-jobs and
> paw-strokes...and I can do that myself....my pecker seems to scare
> everybody off." His ears drooped perceptibly.
> "Hell,Marco....",the Mastiff told him, "I think your pecker is great!
> How'd you like to do me right up my rubber tailhole, huh??" The Mountain
> Dog's mouth dropped and his ears perked once again." You really mean
> that, Paul??". he asked ."Sure I mean it...I just hope we've got some
> lube around here" "There's a tube of it in my bag", Marco replied," I
> use it when I jerk off" Gordon reached into the bag, found what he was
> looking for, and began to gently rub it all over the huge cock in front
> of him." Wait, Paul ," exclaimed Doug, we'd better figure out just how
> to arrange this five-some or there's gonna be one hell of a tangled
> cluster- fuck in this storeroom " Suddenly, Danny spoke up. "I've got
> dibs on Marco....I want to feel what a pecker that size is like inside
> of me. .All my lovers always told that they loved to ride my pole ,and
> now I want to see what it's like on the receiving end of things .Paul
> looked at Marco and Marco At Paul, then both of them looked back at
> Danny and nodded approval. Then Gordon spoke up, " Okay, let's go
> through the shopping list.....Marco is gonna dogfuck Danny...and Paul
> wants to slam the salami on Doug.....that leaves
> me....where???....unless I make like a merry-go-round , I'm shit outa
> luck, y'know??" That was a perplexing question, indeed, and the
> consensus was that Gordon would either be sucked-off by Doug and Danny
> or giving Paul and Marco a good old-fashioned Boxer butt-fuck in
> turn....because it was highly doubtful that Gordon, even as hung and
> horny as he was, could manage to do it four times and two different
> ways. "Hey, guys....I ain't Superdog.....give me a fuckin' break!!",
> Gordon told them as he stroked his hardened prick. " you have any ideas
> how to settle this??" It was Marco who came up with the solution.
> "Listen up, you cockhounds ,....Danny, think of any number between one
> and one-hundred, but don't say it outloud.....you got
> it??....Good!!....Now, write it down on that dusty packing case with
> your finger....Okay, here's how it is, ...If Danny wrote down an even
> number, Doug and Danny take turns sucking Gordon off...if the number is
> odd, then Gordon does the job on me and Paul....and gets his choice of
> who he gets blown by, or who he slips the meat to ,first....sound
> good????" "Marco, you are a fuckin' genius". said Gordon with a big
> grin," a genuine fuckin' genius....shit....I can hardly hold my cum
> back, dammit!!!" "Yeah...that'll work", interposed Douglas, except it's
> a cryin' shame we can't get one more swingin' dick in on this
> pecker-party, dammit !!"
>
>
> Hardly were those words spoken ,when they heard the unmistakable sound
> of a key in the backdoor lock. "Motherfucker....!!", whispered Doug,
> "Who in the name of sacred shit is that??" Marco eased their temporary
> panic by telling them that only three dogs had a key to the door...Lupo,
> which made it impossible....himself......and .....suddenly the door
> opened and the long, slim muzzle of an Italian Greyhound appeared. Tony
> relocked the door again, and turned to the group, who were all standing
> there stiff-dicked and speechless. The greyhound began to strip down,
> explaining to them that halfway home the uncontrollable urge for their
> hot young bodies had overwhelmed him." Tony ,he like the sex very much,
> you "capice", eh??" he told them as he tossed his shirt onto the pile of
> clothes. "And Tony he is, how you say, "gay' also...like you...." With
> that , he removed his pants, revealing a long ,well- shaped pecker that
> was becoming stiff with anticipation. The Italian Greyhound flexed the
> muscles on his lean, hard body and smiled. " Tony he not so young as you
> ragazzi are, but he still have the strength...Si ??" Marco laughed and
> said in Italian , "Quando a Roma vai , fa come vedrai," eh , Antonio??".
> The greyhound replied ,"S'fortuna al gioco, fortuna in amore", and began
> to stroke his long cock into a splendid hard-on. Marco noticed all the
> others with a puzzled expression, so he translated for them. "I told
> Tony that "when in Rome , do as the Romans do"....and he told me
> "unlucky at cards, lucky in love".
>
>
> After the howls of hilarity had ended, they decided to get down to it.
> Gordon insisted on being Tony's partner...(he had to taste that long
> Italian cock that the greyhound displayed so well), while Doug and Paul
> agreed on a double fucking...(the mastiff confessing that he had the
> hots for the samoyed in a really big way). Tony, the Italian Greyhound
> ,sat on the edge of a stainless-steel work table while one hungry Boxer
> got the best hot Italian sausage he had ever eaten in his life.
> Meanwhile, the Samoyed and the Mastiff gently lubed each other's shlongs
> while stretched out atop a pallet of pasta boxes that had been delivered
> that morning. And ,as for a certain Great Dane and an Italian Mountain
> Dog, the action was so damn hot ,you could have baked lasagna on their
> furry asses. They used a pile of flour sacks that wasn't high enough at
> first....because when Marco prepared himself to give Danny the sweetest
> fucking he would ever know, he found out that his massive boner just lay
> on top of Danny's firm Danish ass.
>
>
> Fortunately, Tony had already unloaded a pint of spumoni into Gordon's
> mouth that was one-hundred percent cream, saying things like "Ho voglia
> di un bel pompino con l'ingoio " (I want a good blowjob with you
> swallowing my cum") and "Ciucciami il cazza!!"(suck my dick) And while
> the two of them were preparing to switch positions, the greyhound took
> the opportunity to put one more flour sack underneath Danny. Now in a
> suitable position for them both, the Bernese coated his stiffened
> lovemuscle with a thick layer of lubricant and pressed the cockhead
> against the Great Dane's tailhole, gently but firmly, until the
> throbbing tip achieved penetration. Danny groaned as Marco's big cock
> slid up his never-before-fucked ass, while it was all that the North
> Italian could do to keep from cumming too soon." Aaaah!!.Ohh.! un
> bellisimo culo!!." .(you have a fabulous butt ) he cried out. " Dio
> cane.!..Dio cane.!! aaaaahhhh.(this dog is like a god).... .finally,the
> Bernese allowed himself to reach the height of supreme pleasure
> .......Ahhh..ahhhhh.....ahh...sipa..sipa....yessssss.." he howled as he
> emptied himself into the Great Dane......After spending himself , Marco
> lay across Danny's ass with his long pink tongue panting and
> drooling.."Ahh!!."Che bella sborata!!!(what a good cum!) Resting
> momentarily, the two of them watched as it was the Greyhound 's turn to
> suck on sweet Boxer cock. Gordon perched on the table's edge, while Tony
> licked and sucked him in a way he never knew existed. He moaned and
> whimpered as the Greyhound worked on him expertly with a technique that
> was incredible. Gripping the table edge with both paws, the young Boxer
> allowed Tony to perform a pleasuring that made him wonder if it could
> get any better....and ,as he found out , it certainly could...because
> when Gordon was positive he could no longer hold back, the Greyhound
> told him, with a muted growl, "Ti verro in bocca!!....Ti verro in
> bocca!!" Not knowing any Italian, he opened his eyes and looked over at
> Marco , who had traded places with Danny, and told him that it meant
> "Cum in my mouth". The Boxer was glad to oblige and whimpered with
> erotic pleasure when he spilled his load into Tony's mouth. Sucking even
> harder, the Greyhound swallowed every single drop of his cum......Gordon
> thought to himself, just before the stars exploded "There's nothing
> left.....damn....he got it all!!!!
>
>
> Meanwhile, Doug and Paul (remember them??) were as intensely involved
> with each other as if they had found out for the first time what a dick
> was for. The two young dogs had pawed each other into rock- hard
> erections and then decided that Doug would screw Paul first......while
> lubricating each others cocks earlier, the Mastiff had gazed into a
> dreamy pair of Samoyed eyes and fallen deeply in love. Paul had
> passionately licked on Doug's nipples, nibbled on his ears, and said
> that he wanted to feel all of the Samoyed's love deep inside of him.
> Doug replied that he would put every single inch of pecker he owned up
> Paul's firm muscled ass with pleasure......but demanded he be allowed to
> give the Mastiff a reach-around at the very least. In reply, Paul
> pressed his hungry lips against the other's and tongue-kissed him so
> lovingly that a spurt of precum jetted from Doug's throbbing pecker onto
> the Mastiff's belly-fur where it slowly trickled down .Reluctantly
> taking his mouth from the Samoyed's, Paul got on all fours in front of
> Doug, lowered his head, and raised his tail as high as he could. "Give
> it to me Dougie, give me all of it.." he eagerly whined." Don't hold
> back a single wonderful inch!!!" Pressing his erection against the
> Mastiff's tailhole, Paul felt the entire length slide in and a shiver
> ran up and down his spine. He moaned softly and told the Samoyed to give
> him a good dog-fucking like he had promised. Pulling his cock back out
> until only the first couple of inches were still penetrating, Doug took
> a much needed breath and then slid it back in....then back out....and
> then back in, while the Mastiff squirmed ecstatically
> ."OOOOHHH....YESSSS..!! Ahhhhhhhh....gods.!.....that's the way to do it
> , Doug!!....that's the way!!" Picking up the rhythm, the Samoyed began
> to thrust faster...faster...moving his erection around and around even
> as he slid it in and out. He heard Tony exclaim "Mannaggia!!...maccina
> di merda"( Damn!!...he's a fucking-machine!!"). Knowing that he wouldn't
> be able to hold back his ejaculation much longer, Doug lay himself down
> on the Mastiff, covering him and gripping the broad shoulders with both
> paws, while keeping up the sexual rhythm and feeling his cum-laden balls
> bouncing against Paul's quivering ass.
>
>
> Then he was aware of both Gordon and Tony being near; the Boxer climbed
> upon the palette of pasta boxes with them ,got on all fours, and backed
> up to the Mastiff, whose pulsating hard-on was dripping precum and still
> glistening with lube. Gordon looked over his shoulder and told Paul to
> mount him. "Fuck me, Paul.....let me have that fine prick of yours in
> me, Now!!!" Then the Greyhound crouched in front of Gordon, telling him
> in Italian, "Mettimi in ditto nel sedere culo!!" which Marco translated.
> "He said....."Put your finger in my ass", Gordon. And the Boxer
> willingly obliged, after wetting it with his tongue. He moved his finger
> slowly in and out of Tony's tailhole, while the Mastiff pumped Gordon
> with the same rhythm that Doug was using on him. Gordon wondered exactly
> what the Greyhound meant to do ,then saw that he was masturbating his
> still erect prick with one paw and rubbing his balls with the other."
> Holy fuck.....he's still got cum in him!!."...realized the astounded
> Boxer, almost forgetting to keep going with his finger .Now they were
> all locked together and for the last few minutes, it was as if they were
> one dog.
>
>
> Finally, the moment arrived and Gordon thought that Paul would never
> stop cumming into him .Even though he had been sucked dry , the Boxer
> still felt the fire -and-ice sensation of orgasm inside, as the Mastiff
> pointed his muzzle skywards and howled .At the same moment, Paul emptied
> a double- barreled blast of thick, hot, cum into the Boxer, and moaned
> with pleasure. Back on the flour-sacks ,Danny was doing the job on
> Marco.....for while all the others were involved with themselves , the
> Bernese had taken the Great Dane's cock in his paw and asked, "Andiamo
> afare un hiero , con la tua cazza a tutto velocita?????", which he told
> Danny meant "Can I go for a very fast ride on your dick??" So Danny had
> revved up the engine and taken Marco on a Danish joy-ride, much to the
> Mountain Dog's delight. Danny shot his cum-load quicker than he normally
> would have.....but that was due to the fact that there was a four-way
> going on right across the room that was better than any video he had
> ever seen anywhere. When it was all over ,six exhausted, happy, and
> cum-covered dogs lay in a luxurious sexual haze.
> After a short rest they took turns in pairs going into the shower (the
> ristorante had been converted from a small house) and washed up. They
> had a quick bit of food and drink to restore themselves on Tony's advice
> , for he had seen them unsteady on their feet after all that fantastic,
> energetic sex and remarked with a laugh, "Fuori come un balcone...!!"
> (out of your senses). Danny was especially happy, because while he and
> Marco were together in the shower, the Bernese had revealed that the
> only place he had to stay was either his uncle's small house,
> overflowing with pups , or at the ristorante to sleep in the storeroom.
> "Listen", Danny told him, "I have plenty of room at my place .....why
> don't you stay there?? We'll both be working together so we might as
> well be living together....and besides, you won't have attend the City
> College until the end of summer ,anyhow ..It would be great!!...In fact,
> I was gonna start going to College myself this autumn....what do you
> think???" Marco stared at the smiling Great Dane, hardly daring to
> believe what he had just heard. "Do....do you really mean that?? Danny
> put his paws on the other dog's shoulders." Shit, yes, I mean it....and
> I also want to say that I really like you.....because...well...because
> it's more than friendship now.....y'know what I'm saying??" The
> astounded Bernese said nothing for a few moments, and Danny thought, Oh,
> fuck....I've gone and scared him off now by laying it all out front too
> soon!! But before he could finish kicking himself mentally, Marco took
> him gently by the cheeks and open-mouth kissed the Great Dane in a way
> that sent heat-waves through his body.
>
>
> When they got to Danny's place and were going upstairs to his apartment,
> they passed by the elderly Newfoundland couple on the landing, The
> husband noticed them holding paws, with both their tails happily
> swishing back and forth. "Well, well..." he said to his wife, "Looks
> like someone we know has a new friend !!" His wife nodded in agreement,
> then asked , " Are you boys hungry?? ..Would you like something to
> eat??" Great Dane and Bernese glanced slyly at each other, and Danny
> replied politely, "Oh....thank you very much, but we've already eaten.."
> She inquired ,"So you're full , then??" Marco spoke up, "Yes, ma'am..we
> are.....in fact, it was only about two hours ago that we... both....
> got... stuffed!!". And with those parting words, they went upstairs to
> await a brand-new morning.
>


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Italian take-out


By GreyBear
Greybearcub@aol.com
http://www.yiffydreams.com/~nudog/Stories/Authors/GreyBear.htm


This work of fiction is the intellectual property of its creator and is ©
Greybear (R. Samples) and may not be reproduced in any form without his
express permission.

Throwing a towel over one shoulder after stepping out from a warm and
cleansing shower, the young dog glanced over at his reflection in the
bathroom mirror and swept the hair back from his deep brown eyes. Except for
the unruly long hair, he was pretty well pleased with his appearance; a
well-formed body that was already beginning to show the typical
solid-muscled bulk of his breed, which was Great Dane, along the large ,
full-muzzled head that rested upon a pair of massive shoulders. His chest
was a compliment to those same shoulders, displaying a golden ring that
pierced one nipple. Below that chest, there was a flat and fatless belly,
the result of numerous abdominal crunches at the local gym. He looked with
satisfaction at the big and thick cock ,inherited from his father, along
with a pair of testicles you could use in a game of billiards. He turned
towards the mirror for a better look, deliberately swinging his hips for the
satisfaction of watching his prick swing back and forth , and then pulled
the hair from his eyes one more time, cursing softly with exasperation. He
had never been able to figure out where that part of him had come from,
along with a curved, slightly bushy tail, and recalled there was an
in-family joke about a Border Collie climbing the family tree with a ladder.
But that long hair and tail were reasons his last boyfriend had found him so
attractive ..not the only reasons mind you, just two of them...and he
remembered one time when they were lying together on the floor of his room,
both of them sweaty from a hot summer night and some even hotter sex, trying
to cool off with a faint breeze that drifted in through the open window. He
recalled beginning to drift off into a pleasant, dreamy sort of
feeling......then being pulled back from its purple twilight by the sudden
sensation of a familiar paw squeezing his cock eagerly." Dammit, Frank.." he
had said, mildly irritated by the intrusion ,"You're gonna wear me out
yet.....don't you ever get enough??." His boyfriend had given him another
squeeze that began to get him hard all over again and replied, with a smile,
"Guess I've gotten a bad case of the love-bug, Danny-Boy....is the Doctor in
??" Then it had been his turn to smile, and he replied, watching his prick
rise up, "Well, it sure looks like he is!! How do you want to take your
medicine? Orally? Or maybe you'd like to have an injection??" Frank had run
a furry finger-tip around the rim of Danny's swelling cock-head and replied,
"The doctor knows best!!" So he said "My diagnosis is that you've got it
really bad... a shot from the love-gun is my personal
prescription!!.......however, the doctor is kinda tired, so the patient will
have to do all the work!!!" His lover had reached over to take a paw-full of
lubricant and slathered it all over his now pulsating member, only stopping
to ask, with a wink, "Do you think that it'll cure me??" "Hell,
no!!!!....you're too far gone for that!! ..all I can promise is some
temporary relief, you crazy cum-addict !!!!" After that, he recalled
laughter, and being given a pole-ride that had made him buck like a wild
bronco. Frank had gone off to an east-coast college four months later when
got his scholarship, and that had pretty much put an end to their
relationship.....except for the occasional letter or phone call.


Now Dan was ,as they say, "up for grabs". There had been a couple of other
affairs, the first one with a Doberman that faintly resembled Frank and was
merely an attempt to relive the past. The second was a wild and quick romp
with an Irish Setter, doomed from the start; all passion and fire but no
real affection. The Setter enjoyed calling him "Danny-Boy", but he didn't
care for it, because it kept reminding him of Frank. One day they had gotten
into an argument over something totally stupid, and the other dog slapped
him in a fit of pique, which was a big fucking mistake. But Danny knew his
own strength, and held back from knocking the dumb- shit right through the
living room wall. Thank the gods for his mild Great Dane temperament, he
thought, other wise , someone would have gotten hurt....and it damn sure
wouldn't have been me!!


He sighed and absent-mindedly finished drying himself off, then walked over
to the bed, and lay face down naked on the sheets, trying to let his mind go
blank. There was a fly in the room, and its buzzing was becoming
intolerable. Danny wondered if jerking off might help him fall asleep, but
after he played with his dick for ten minutes and got only a feeble soft-on
, he decided it wasn't worth the trouble. Looking over at the clock, he
noticed it was already a quarter past eleven. He hadn't had breakfast, and
he never cared for brunch....he vaguely remembered Frank once telling him
that the only difference between Breakfast and Brunch was that Brunch was
served with a slice of orange. Danny involuntarily chuckled to himself and
then felt even worse after realizing he would probably never see his old
lover again. But his empty stomach told him that, regardless of his
feelings, he needed to eat. Danny considered his culinary options....he
wasn't in any sort of mood to cook, that was fucking sure....and that meant
he would have pry himself off the bed ,get dressed, and go get something
down the street. Climbing into an old and comfortable pair of corduroy
shorts, he pulled a dark green tank-top shirt over his head. The shirt had a
silk-screened image of a wolf on it who was wearing gold-earrings and a
toothy grin....below that, the words "Howlapalooza Summer Festival" were
emblazoned in a lighter shade of green.


Slipping his feet into some leather sandals, the big Dane grabbed wallet and
keys, and headed for the door, stopping only long enough to brush his hair
into a semblance of order. After locking his apartment , he went down the
two flights of stairs ,saying hello to the married couple that lived below
him. They were an elderly pair of Newfoundlands, who were more than happy to
have Danny there.....he once had to punch out a pushy salesdog who wouldn't
take "no" for an answer, argued with the husband, and made his wife cry.
When he came back upstairs after throwing the Something or Other-Mixed Breed
Mother-Fucker into the gutter, they told him that, as far as they were
concerned, he was the same as family and just like a son ."Such a nice young
man", the wife had said, "and so STRONG, too!!" Danny knew he could chow
down at their place anytime, because he had a standing invitation, but he
hated to bother them....better to save it for special occasions, even though
she made a roast-beef dinner that made him salivate just thinking about it.
Reaching the sidewalk, he headed for one of his favorite spots to eat, a
place called "Lupo's". It was a small restaurant with a great food and a
take-out menu , owned and run by an Italian Wolf with a build on him that
came from years of hard work, not only in the old country but also from
taking care of the "ristorante", as he liked to call it . One day, they were
having the "Carnivore's Delight", which was a pizza so big it almost
wouldn't fit on the table top , covered two inches thick in home-made
sausage and pepperoni, with just enough sauce and cheese to keep the meat
from sliding off, garlic( sliced paper-thin )and a mere sprinkling of
marinated peppers chopped fine ,when Lupo came over to the table and sat
down with them. He told them that he was worried. He had to go back to Italy
for a couple of weeks and was afraid that he would have to temporarily close
the ristorante, although he couldn't afford to lose the money if he did.
"I'm getting on in years ,boys, and this old wolf wants to see his home
village one more time....but I just don't know what to do....the cook could
do okay if I left for awhile, with a little help in the kitchen and someone
to wait on the tables , but how can I afford to hire anyone???" Lupo sighed
heavily and hung his head, placing both big paws over his graying muzzle.


Danny looked at his friends and they at him. All strong gay dogs ,with
well-muscled bodies ,and kindness in their hearts. Added to that were the
tight bonds they had from growing up together and the affectionate respect
of knowing each other's youthful bodies intimately. In the short and
poignant moments that followed after the owners words, they met each other's
eyes (no need to speak) , then noticed the shaking of Lupo's broad
shoulders. Too proud to be seen crying, the weight of it all was almost too
much for the old wolf to hold up under. Danny glanced around the table and
got assertive nods from the other three that he would say what they all
felt." Ah, hell, Lupo....you don't have to worry about it......we'll help
run the place for you until you get back....won't we, guys??" "Shit,
yes!!"....."No problem!!"....."Damn straight!!"....were the responses he
heard from the others. Danny placed a strong , firm paw on the owner's
shoulder. "You see, Lupo??? It's all taken care of!!" Taking the paws from
his face, the aging wolf had an expression like he had just won a million
dollars, tax-free." You...you boys really mean it??", he asked them," You
don't mind helping me run the ristorante while I'm gone for a couple of
weeks??" One of the other dogs suddenly spoke up. It was Paul, the Mastiff,
and the closest dog in build and muscle to Danny." Two weeks, Lupo?..that's
not enough !!..Why don't you make it a month instead?? One week for each one
of us. How else will you be able to visit all those relatives you've talked
about??" The owner looked at them all with an expression of love and
gratitude and said, in a breaking voice , "Ah...grazie...you have such good
hearts towards this old wolf!!....as they say in my bella Italia, "Finche
c'e vita c'e speranza"......it means "As long as there is life, there is
hope"......and now you have given me that hope..!!!" Lupo's eyes welled up
with tears of pure happiness that were ready to come pouring down his furry
cheeks, so Danny quickly turned back to the pizza and growled to his
friends, " What's the matter with you guys, huh??...eat up!!.....this is the
world's best pizza 'an it's gettin' cold..!!" The others mumbled and buried
their muzzles in the huge slices, hoping no one would see them crying along
with the old wolf, same as Danny was. Suddenly Lupo spoke, his voice still a
bit shaky but happy. "Appetito vien mangiando ".....that is another saying
in my homeland....it means "Appetite comes with eating"....so enjoy the
pizza, my wonderful young friends.....allow me to make an important phone
call, and I shall return to you" While the owner was gone, they had a quick
discussion.

A well- built Samoyed, on whose broad chest there was a thick gold chain,
told the others, "Think we can pull this one off ??.....I mean, how many of
us have ever worked in a food place before ?..Especially an Italian
restaurant like this one???...except for Gordon here,"...and he motioned
towards a large Boxer who was finishing up the final slice. "I know we can
do it ,Doug...we have to do it.....",replied Danny, "didn't we promise Lupo
we would?...and since when have we ever broken a promise ?.....anyway, it'll
be way cool....all of us live close by and we'll all be working together,
right??" Gordon the boxer swallowed the chunk of sausage he'd been
thoughtfully chewing on, and said, "Yeah....we can do it...remember that we
don't need to actually cook.....and as long as we keep our furry asses in
gear, we can handle anything." No sooner were the words out of his mouth,
than the owner came hurrying back ." I have wonderful news for you boys....a
friend of mine has a young cousin who is visiting from Italy on a student
exchange program and has offered to help ....would you accept him as a
fellow worker???" All of the other dogs looked at Danny, who replied that
another pair of helping paws would be great."Benissimo!!....oh, yes, I
nearly forgot to tell you that tomorrow I take the flight to Italy.....so it
is then that you must start ...do you mind??" Everyone told him that
tomorrow was no big deal, they would be there first thing in the morning.
"Ah! Molto bene, molto bene! Wonderful!!.....but there is a request I must
ask of you....I wish for you to be kind to my friends young cousin...he is,
how you say, rather different.." The four told him that they had no problem
with that (whatever it might be) and the old wolf took on an expression of
relief." Excellent! And now, please excuse Lupo, for I have much luggage to
pack!!....by the way, do not worry yourselves, for there is another saying
,"L' unione fa la forza"....that means "In togetherness there is
strength"......Arrividerci, my friends!!". All of them watched the wolf
hurry off, singing happily in Italian.


Doug asked the question first." Say, what do you guys think Lupo meant when
he said his friend's nephew was "different"??" Danny shrugged his shoulders.
"Who knows?.....I'm just glad for the extra help." And with that, everything
appeared to be settled. All of them got up from the table and each walked to
their various homes, belching happily as only a well-filled dog can do. Next
morning, the four of them showed up at the ristorante, and were shown what
to do by the cook, who was a slim, trim Italian Greyhound with hardened
muscles by the name of Antonio....but insisted they call him "Tony".
Everything went pretty smooth, and, as Gordon had said, as long as they kept
their furry asses in gear they could handle anything. Even the friend's
cousin was a good deal, because, as it turned out, he was also gay,and a
Bernese Mountain Dog. Although he stayed in the kitchen because he had lots
of experience in that area, he could be seen through the kitchen doorway
smiling and laughing with the cook in fluent Italian, a black- silk bandanna
around his head instead of a chef's hat like Tony wore .He wore a large gold
earring in one ear and a diamond stud in the other, which made him look
rather like an old-fashioned buccaneer when he stood in the middle of the
kitchen-floor, paws on hips, and legs wide apart, his wide, cheerful grin
showing a set of sharp, brilliantly white fangs. His name was Marco, and
everyone liked him from the very start, although there was one thing that
none of them could figure out.....what the owner meant when he said that his
friend's cousin was "different". It wasn't the fact of being gay......Lupo
had known that they were, and had known it for years. It didn't seem to
interfere with his being friends with them, though, and the four of them
dismissed it as unimportant. The workday came to an end much sooner than
they had figured, mostly because they were busy enjoying the novel
experience. Everything had been washed and swept, Tony telling them what a
terrific job they had done, and taking "cook's privilege" to leave early.


They were in the back storeroom getting ready to go, Danny, Douglas, and
Paul stretching their muscles, when Gordon came hurrying in, his short,
stubby Boxer tail vibrating madly with excitement. "Hey...you guys !!....I
know what Lupo meant when he said that Marco was "different".. It's his
cock!!! "Huh?...Whaddaya mean ??" " I was leaving the men's room when he
walked down the hallway without that apron on and saw it ....must be ten
fuckin' inches long and it's not even hard.!!" "Oh,yeah?"...."No shit?"...
"You're just kiddin' "......."No, I'm not !!..if you think I'm joking
around, just take a look when he comes in here, okay??" "We'll see,
Gordie...we'll see" "Yeh...and if his crank isn't as big as you say, guess
who buys drinks after work .." "Shut up you guys, here he comes now" Marco
walked into the storeroom, not expecting to have four pairs of eyes checking
him out . He stopped, took a step backwards in confusion, and asked if
anything was wrong. Paul spoke first. "Ummm....Gordon there said you had a
ten-inch cock, and we didn't believe him .... but it looks like he was
right!!" Marco laughed, saying that it got even bigger than that when it was
hard, and would they like to see it?? The rest of them told Marco that if he
didn't mind showing it , they didn't mind seeing it ."All right...but I need
someone to go and make sure the doors are locked...I don't want to
interrupted in mid-stroke , if you know what I mean....and turn down the
lights so I can get in the mood." With excited yelps , both Samoyed and
Mastiff went to do what Marco requested, leaving the Great Dane and Boxer
with Marco. "That's one helluva nice tool you carry", said Gordon ,rubbing
his own dick absent-mindedly. "...that's because of my breed I guess...us
Mountain Dogs are from Northern Italy, at the Swiss border where the Alps
are.....seems like everything is big up there". "Whoops....there go the
lights.!!. Doug and Paul should be back any second now" interrupted Danny,
feeling his own dick begin to respond now as he watched Marco masturbate
himself into a full erection.


Back came the Samoyed and Mastiff all eager to see the show. "Did we miss
anything??", they asked. "Nah...it's just startin' to get good.." replied
Gordon fondling his well-formed Boxer cock. "Say, you guys....I've got an
interesting proposition.." chimed in Doug. "Go on, Let's hear it", said Paul
his ears perking up. "Ummm...since we've gotten this far, why don't we go
all the way Y'know what I mean?" All the others certainly did, and said so.
"Right...I don't know about the rest of you guys ....but my dick is ready to
bust through my shorts, so off they come!!" Paul's shorts were tossed aside
onto a stack of pasta boxes, and all the others followed his example.
"Whew!....is it just me, or is it starting to get hot in here??", said
Gordon, stripping off his shirt and tossing it onto the pile of shorts and
pants. "You got that right ",added Danny, taking his off, too .Now they were
stripped and ready for action, all smiles and hard eager young cocks. All of
a sudden, another pair of shorts and a shirt with cut-off sleeves was tossed
on the pile .Startled, they realized that they had forgotten about Marco,
and turned to see the Bernese Mountain Dog standing there with a huge grin
on his face and a hugely erect pecker in his paws.
"Ho-lee-fuck-in-shee-yit!!" yelped Gordon, "Lookit the size of that
wang.....I must be dreaming!!" But the astounded young Boxer was most
assuredly not dreaming, for Marco's doghood was fully fourteen inches in
length from base of shaft to tip of head....and it was the most perfect
looking cock that any of them had ever seen. Smooth and cleanly sculpted, it
begged to licked and stroked with lips and paws. Now the mastiff 's eyes
widened in amazement..."Goddammm!!..Don't try and tell me you got it that
big just by pissin' through it !!!" " Actually", said the Mountain Dog", I
kind of pump it a lot". Douglas waggled his ears in near-disbelief." You
must get lots of red-hot action with something like that", he said. Marco
got a bittersweet expression on his face." Uhh..no, I don't.....you see ,
I'm a virgin." "WHAT??!!??" the others all said at once. " A VIRGIN!!!??"
"Sunnuvabitch" yipped the Samoyed, "Go figure...the best dick in a hundred
miles and he can't get any takers". "That's just the problem", Marco replied
sadly, I can't get anyone to take it!!....all I ever get are lick-jobs and
paw-strokes...and I can do that myself....my pecker seems to scare everybody
off." His ears drooped perceptibly.
"Hell,Marco....",the Mastiff told him, "I think your pecker is great! How'd
you like to do me right up my rubber tailhole, huh??" The Mountain Dog's
mouth dropped and his ears perked once again." You really mean that,
Paul??". he asked ."Sure I mean it...I just hope we've got some lube around
here" "There's a tube of it in my bag", Marco replied," I use it when I jerk
off" Gordon reached into the bag, found what he was looking for, and began
to gently rub it all over the huge cock in front of him." Wait, Paul ,"
exclaimed Doug, we'd better figure out just how to arrange this five-some or
there's gonna be one hell of a tangled cluster- fuck in this storeroom "
Suddenly, Danny spoke up. "I've got dibs on Marco....I want to feel what a
pecker that size is like inside of me. .All my lovers always told that they
loved to ride my pole ,and now I want to see what it's like on the receiving
end of things .Paul looked at Marco and Marco At Paul, then both of them
looked back at Danny and nodded approval. Then Gordon spoke up, " Okay,
let's go through the shopping list.....Marco is gonna dogfuck Danny...and
Paul wants to slam the salami on Doug.....that leaves
me....where???....unless I make like a merry-go-round , I'm shit outa luck,
y'know??" That was a perplexing question, indeed, and the consensus was that
Gordon would either be sucked-off by Doug and Danny or giving Paul and Marco
a good old-fashioned Boxer butt-fuck in turn....because it was highly
doubtful that Gordon, even as hung and horny as he was, could manage to do
it four times and two different ways. "Hey, guys....I ain't
Superdog.....give me a fuckin' break!!", Gordon told them as he stroked his
hardened prick. " you have any ideas how to settle this??" It was Marco who
came up with the solution. "Listen up, you cockhounds ,....Danny, think of
any number between one and one-hundred, but don't say it outloud.....you got
it??....Good!!....Now, write it down on that dusty packing case with your
finger....Okay, here's how it is, ...If Danny wrote down an even number,
Doug and Danny take turns sucking Gordon off...if the number is odd, then
Gordon does the job on me and Paul....and gets his choice of who he gets
blown by, or who he slips the meat to ,first....sound good????" "Marco, you
are a fuckin' genius". said Gordon with a big grin," a genuine fuckin'
genius....shit....I can hardly hold my cum back, dammit!!!" "Yeah...that'll
work", interposed Douglas, except it's a cryin' shame we can't get one more
swingin' dick in on this pecker-party, dammit !!"


Hardly were those words spoken ,when they heard the unmistakable sound of a
key in the backdoor lock. "Motherfucker....!!", whispered Doug, "Who in the
name of sacred shit is that??" Marco eased their temporary panic by telling
them that only three dogs had a key to the door...Lupo, which made it
impossible....himself......and .....suddenly the door opened and the long,
slim muzzle of an Italian Greyhound appeared. Tony relocked the door again,
and turned to the group, who were all standing there stiff-dicked and
speechless. The greyhound began to strip down, explaining to them that
halfway home the uncontrollable urge for their hot young bodies had
overwhelmed him." Tony ,he like the sex very much, you "capice", eh??" he
told them as he tossed his shirt onto the pile of clothes. "And Tony he is,
how you say, "gay' also...like you...." With that , he removed his pants,
revealing a long ,well- shaped pecker that was becoming stiff with
anticipation. The Italian Greyhound flexed the muscles on his lean, hard
body and smiled. " Tony he not so young as you ragazzi are, but he still
have the strength...Si ??" Marco laughed and said in Italian , "Quando a
Roma vai , fa come vedrai," eh , Antonio??". The greyhound replied
,"S'fortuna al gioco, fortuna in amore", and began to stroke his long cock
into a splendid hard-on. Marco noticed all the others with a puzzled
expression, so he translated for them. "I told Tony that "when in Rome , do
as the Romans do"....and he told me "unlucky at cards, lucky in love".


After the howls of hilarity had ended, they decided to get down to it.
Gordon insisted on being Tony's partner...(he had to taste that long Italian
cock that the greyhound displayed so well), while Doug and Paul agreed on a
double fucking...(the mastiff confessing that he had the hots for the
samoyed in a really big way). Tony, the Italian Greyhound ,sat on the edge
of a stainless-steel work table while one hungry Boxer got the best hot
Italian sausage he had ever eaten in his life. Meanwhile, the Samoyed and
the Mastiff gently lubed each other's shlongs while stretched out atop a
pallet of pasta boxes that had been delivered that morning. And ,as for a
certain Great Dane and an Italian Mountain Dog, the action was so damn hot
,you could have baked lasagna on their furry asses. They used a pile of
flour sacks that wasn't high enough at first....because when Marco prepared
himself to give Danny the sweetest fucking he would ever know, he found out
that his massive boner just lay on top of Danny's firm Danish ass.


Fortunately, Tony had already unloaded a pint of spumoni into Gordon's mouth
that was one-hundred percent cream, saying things like "Ho voglia di un bel
pompino con l'ingoio " (I want a good blowjob with you swallowing my cum")
and "Ciucciami il cazza!!"(suck my dick) And while the two of them were
preparing to switch positions, the greyhound took the opportunity to put one
more flour sack underneath Danny. Now in a suitable position for them both,
the Bernese coated his stiffened lovemuscle with a thick layer of lubricant
and pressed the cockhead against the Great Dane's tailhole, gently but
firmly, until the throbbing tip achieved penetration. Danny groaned as
Marco's big cock slid up his never-before-fucked ass, while it was all that
the North Italian could do to keep from cumming too soon." Aaaah!!.Ohh.! un
bellisimo culo!!." .(you have a fabulous butt ) he cried out. " Dio
cane.!..Dio cane.!! aaaaahhhh.(this dog is like a god).... .finally,the
Bernese allowed himself to reach the height of supreme pleasure
.......Ahhh..ahhhhh.....ahh...sipa..sipa....yessssss.." he howled as he
emptied himself into the Great Dane......After spending himself , Marco lay
across Danny's ass with his long pink tongue panting and
drooling.."Ahh!!."Che bella sborata!!!(what a good cum!) Resting
momentarily, the two of them watched as it was the Greyhound 's turn to suck
on sweet Boxer cock. Gordon perched on the table's edge, while Tony licked
and sucked him in a way he never knew existed. He moaned and whimpered as
the Greyhound worked on him expertly with a technique that was incredible.
Gripping the table edge with both paws, the young Boxer allowed Tony to
perform a pleasuring that made him wonder if it could get any better....and
,as he found out , it certainly could...because when Gordon was positive he
could no longer hold back, the Greyhound told him, with a muted growl, "Ti
verro in bocca!!....Ti verro in bocca!!" Not knowing any Italian, he opened
his eyes and looked over at Marco , who had traded places with Danny, and
told him that it meant "Cum in my mouth". The Boxer was glad to oblige and
whimpered with erotic pleasure when he spilled his load into Tony's mouth.
Sucking even harder, the Greyhound swallowed every single drop of his
cum......Gordon thought to himself, just before the stars exploded "There's
nothing left.....damn....he got it all!!!!


Meanwhile, Doug and Paul (remember them??) were as intensely involved with
each other as if they had found out for the first time what a dick was for.
The two young dogs had pawed each other into rock- hard erections and then
decided that Doug would screw Paul first......while lubricating each others
cocks earlier, the Mastiff had gazed into a dreamy pair of Samoyed eyes and
fallen deeply in love. Paul had passionately licked on Doug's nipples,
nibbled on his ears, and said that he wanted to feel all of the Samoyed's
love deep inside of him. Doug replied that he would put every single inch of
pecker he owned up Paul's firm muscled ass with pleasure......but demanded
he be allowed to give the Mastiff a reach-around at the very least. In
reply, Paul pressed his hungry lips against the other's and tongue-kissed
him so lovingly that a spurt of precum jetted from Doug's throbbing pecker
onto the Mastiff's belly-fur where it slowly trickled down .Reluctantly
taking his mouth from the Samoyed's, Paul got on all fours in front of Doug,
lowered his head, and raised his tail as high as he could. "Give it to me
Dougie, give me all of it.." he eagerly whined." Don't hold back a single
wonderful inch!!!" Pressing his erection against the Mastiff's tailhole,
Paul felt the entire length slide in and a shiver ran up and down his spine.
He moaned softly and told the Samoyed to give him a good dog-fucking like he
had promised. Pulling his cock back out until only the first couple of
inches were still penetrating, Doug took a much needed breath and then slid
it back in....then back out....and then back in, while the Mastiff squirmed
ecstatically ."OOOOHHH....YESSSS..!! Ahhhhhhhh....gods.!.....that's the way
to do it , Doug!!....that's the way!!" Picking up the rhythm, the Samoyed
began to thrust faster...faster...moving his erection around and around even
as he slid it in and out. He heard Tony exclaim "Mannaggia!!...maccina di
merda"( Damn!!...he's a fucking-machine!!"). Knowing that he wouldn't be
able to hold back his ejaculation much longer, Doug lay himself down on the
Mastiff, covering him and gripping the broad shoulders with both paws, while
keeping up the sexual rhythm and feeling his cum-laden balls bouncing
against Paul's quivering ass.


Then he was aware of both Gordon and Tony being near; the Boxer climbed upon
the palette of pasta boxes with them ,got on all fours, and backed up to the
Mastiff, whose pulsating hard-on was dripping precum and still glistening
with lube. Gordon looked over his shoulder and told Paul to mount him. "Fuck
me, Paul.....let me have that fine prick of yours in me, Now!!!" Then the
Greyhound crouched in front of Gordon, telling him in Italian, "Mettimi in
ditto nel sedere culo!!" which Marco translated. "He said....."Put your
finger in my ass", Gordon. And the Boxer willingly obliged, after wetting it
with his tongue. He moved his finger slowly in and out of Tony's tailhole,
while the Mastiff pumped Gordon with the same rhythm that Doug was using on
him. Gordon wondered exactly what the Greyhound meant to do ,then saw that
he was masturbating his still erect prick with one paw and rubbing his balls
with the other." Holy fuck.....he's still got cum in him!!."...realized the
astounded Boxer, almost forgetting to keep going with his finger .Now they
were all locked together and for the last few minutes, it was as if they
were one dog.


Finally, the moment arrived and Gordon thought that Paul would never stop
cumming into him .Even though he had been sucked dry , the Boxer still felt
the fire -and-ice sensation of orgasm inside, as the Mastiff pointed his
muzzle skywards and howled .At the same moment, Paul emptied a double-
barreled blast of thick, hot, cum into the Boxer, and moaned with pleasure.
Back on the flour-sacks ,Danny was doing the job on Marco.....for while all
the others were involved with themselves , the Bernese had taken the Great
Dane's cock in his paw and asked, "Andiamo afare un hiero , con la tua cazza
a tutto velocita?????", which he told Danny meant "Can I go for a very fast
ride on your dick??" So Danny had revved up the engine and taken Marco on a
Danish joy-ride, much to the Mountain Dog's delight. Danny shot his cum-load
quicker than he normally would have.....but that was due to the fact that
there was a four-way going on right across the room that was better than any
video he had ever seen anywhere. When it was all over ,six exhausted, happy,
and cum-covered dogs lay in a luxurious sexual haze.
After a short rest they took turns in pairs going into the shower (the
ristorante had been converted from a small house) and washed up. They had a
quick bit of food and drink to restore themselves on Tony's advice , for he
had seen them unsteady on their feet after all that fantastic, energetic sex
and remarked with a laugh, "Fuori come un balcone...!!" (out of your
senses). Danny was especially happy, because while he and Marco were
together in the shower, the Bernese had revealed that the only place he had
to stay was either his uncle's small house, overflowing with pups , or at
the ristorante to sleep in the storeroom. "Listen", Danny told him, "I have
plenty of room at my place .....why don't you stay there?? We'll both be
working together so we might as well be living together....and besides, you
won't have attend the City College until the end of summer ,anyhow ..It
would be great!!...In fact, I was gonna start going to College myself this
autumn....what do you think???" Marco stared at the smiling Great Dane,
hardly daring to believe what he had just heard. "Do....do you really mean
that?? Danny put his paws on the other dog's shoulders." Shit, yes, I mean
it....and I also want to say that I really like
you.....because...well...because it's more than friendship now.....y'know
what I'm saying??" The astounded Bernese said nothing for a few moments, and
Danny thought, Oh, fuck....I've gone and scared him off now by laying it all
out front too soon!! But before he could finish kicking himself mentally,
Marco took him gently by the cheeks and open-mouth kissed the Great Dane in
a way that sent heat-waves through his body.


When they got to Danny's place and were going upstairs to his apartment,
they passed by the elderly Newfoundland couple on the landing, The husband
noticed them holding paws, with both their tails happily swishing back and
forth. "Well, well..." he said to his wife, "Looks like someone we know has
a new friend !!" His wife nodded in agreement, then asked , " Are you boys
hungry?? ..Would you like something to eat??" Great Dane and Bernese glanced
slyly at each other, and Danny replied politely, "Oh....thank you very much,
but we've already eaten.." She inquired ,"So you're full , then??" Marco
spoke up, "Yes, ma'am..we are.....in fact, it was only about two hours ago
that we... both.... got... stuffed!!". And with those parting words, they
went upstairs to await a brand-new morning.


    

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