He had been out in that corner of the junkyard for about a year. I never found out his name,if he had one, but I tossed a bacon sandwich I'd packed in my toolbox for the long pain in the ass job I had ahead of me to him and his reaction was so funny and heartbreaking that I started calling him Bacon.
About me: I'm an otherwise typical construction grunt,muscle car lover and backyard mechanic. But before all this I was a naive teenager who had lost my 'cherry' to stupidity and a horny Labrador Retriever. That began a long struggle with my identity and desires I was ashamed of. I "became" what I considered Bisexual in an effort to quench my lust in a less "sick" way but honestly my only attraction to guys is pure sex only while I was (and am) attracted to everything about females.
I needed a carburetor and I knew I would be down in Bacons corner of the yard so I grabbed a leftover pork chop from the fridge,filled my thermos and headed out on the nice Spring morning. I told Bob at the gate what I needed and we bullshit for a few minutes. I could see the place was busy and hoped nobody got the carb I was after. I waded down through the mud to my donor car in a hurry,popped the hood and put my toolbox on the fender to mark my claim. Then I took the time to walk a little farther to toss Bacon the pork chop.
Bacon was a large Pitbull mixed with some taller breed so he looked all pit but his shoulders came almost to my waist. He was tan and black, his ears and tail were not cropped like most and he was apparently not neutered. I mention this last part because it had never occurred to me to even notice this until he looked at that pork chop,sniff it a few times then grab me around the waist and start humping my leg. I panicked and stumbled back,prying him off me and getting beyond his chain reach. I look around to make sure nobody saw it but no one was laughing or staring so my beet red face was saved. Bacon had his chain pulled tight huffing and whining at me as i went back to the car. I felt really uncomfortable leaning over the front of the car taking that carb off with him making a racket behind me. He had never even barked much before. I was even more disturbed by the thoughts that kept popping into my head. I was disgusted with myself for being turned on after I got over the panic.
That evening I kept thinking about it. I tried not to but I couldn't focus on anything enough to distract myself. I kept imagining myself under that muscular mutt and it heated me up more than the shot of booze I'd just taken in hopes to banish my urges. Maybe that wasn't a smart move after all. Finally I gave in to my instinct. I went up to the bathroom and "got ready". While I have an obsession with being penetrated I have an equal aversion to "messy". How I can be so into anal but so grossed out by scat is a real mystery. It was still warm out so I put on a pair of comfy shorts and a T-shirt ,all dark, and headed out the door.
Bacons doghouse was at the back fence farthest from the gate or anyones house nearby. I parked at the pulloff by the creek and got out. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness before walking up along the creek beside the fence. There was a hole in the fence that the owners had fixed by putting Bacon there. For that I was grateful.
My heart was pounding as I slid through the fence,I was afraid he would attack before he knew who I was. I needn't have worried,he must have known my scent because he whined and danced around as I walked to him. Before I could chicken out I pushed my shorts down and over my boots and got on my knees. I figured he would lick me for a few moments like the Lab had before he mounted. He licked me three times before almost knocking me flat. I barely had time to pull my shirt between his paws and my bare skin when he locked on and jerked my hips back. His sharp bone jabbed my taint a few painful times before I got my hand around and guided him in. I had expected 2 things: That he would lubricate me more before fucking me and that his cock would start off thin and get thicker. Neither were correct. I wasn't wet enough and his cock was already thick as he went straight into hammering me like a race engine piston. I clamped down on a scream and wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into. After what felt like 20 pumps his precum finally started helping and I caught my breath as he settled into a rythm I could handle. I let the waves of heat from his high temperature cock and my in-heat ass roll over me even while my shame made me lower my head to the ground. Bacon must have took this for full submission because he began pumping deeper and harder causing squishing sounds that made me both hotter and more degraded. All the wetness and the thickness he had swollen to made me think he was getting his knot into me and starting to cum already. Again I was wrong. His huge cock was going deeper than anything else I had taken before. Yes you always read that in stories,this time it was for real.
